<?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-8080827153966959293</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:24:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-5607939233921757711</id><published>2010-07-15T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:59:35.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5e1azxkZ51qbu0x2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5e1azxkZ51qbu0x2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks for being honest with me. Really appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really wish that things will turn out the best for you. I really want you to be happy. I know i'm not noble or what-so-ever, but if i have you and you're not really happy at all, what's the point? Guess this is the love that i can really provide for you. I'll still be there for you whenever you needed someone to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really love you. You're the only one that i truly want grow old and be with, even though we have our differences. Simply cause you're special to me in every way, that's why i only want to be with you and no one else.&lt;/span&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/8080827153966959293-5607939233921757711?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5607939233921757711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5607939233921757711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5607939233921757711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5607939233921757711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanks-for-being-honest-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5868984825632005414</id><published>2010-07-07T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:32:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dnr77KPW1qaxjh5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2dnr77KPW1qaxjh5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the good old times with you. I really hope that things can be better between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for the thing i've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5868984825632005414?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5868984825632005414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5868984825632005414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5868984825632005414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5868984825632005414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-good-old-times-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7828372500141815542</id><published>2010-07-06T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:08:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/4675379773_d9a7e85015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/4675379773_d9a7e85015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I hear is raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Falling on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby tell me why’d you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause this pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;It wont go away&lt;br /&gt;And today I’m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that from this heartache&lt;br /&gt;I could escape&lt;br /&gt;But I fronted long enough to know&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t no way&lt;br /&gt;And today&lt;br /&gt;I’m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh can’t nobody do it like you&lt;br /&gt;Said every little thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby say it stays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I, I’m officially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I do is lay around&lt;br /&gt;Two ears full of tears&lt;br /&gt;From looking at your face on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just a week ago you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t even know you at all&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know you at all&lt;br /&gt;Well I wish that you would call me right now&lt;br /&gt;So that I could get through to you somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s safe to say baby safe to say&lt;br /&gt;That I’m officially missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I thought I could just get over you baby&lt;br /&gt;But I see that’s something I just can’t do&lt;br /&gt;From the way you would hold me&lt;br /&gt;To the sweet things you told me&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t find a way&lt;br /&gt;To let go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It official&lt;br /&gt;You know that I’m missing you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yes&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is raindrops&lt;br /&gt;And I’m officially missing you&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/8080827153966959293-7828372500141815542?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7828372500141815542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7828372500141815542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7828372500141815542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7828372500141815542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-hear-is-raindrops-falling-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/4675379773_d9a7e85015_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-7209433202779046547</id><published>2010-06-30T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:47:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3r4fvtGGU1qzilpso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3r4fvtGGU1qzilpso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7209433202779046547?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7209433202779046547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7209433202779046547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7209433202779046547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7209433202779046547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6622258507019919187</id><published>2010-06-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:44:11.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3bp3sZs8c1qaae2po1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3bp3sZs8c1qaae2po1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold my hand and we will go somewhere only we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6622258507019919187?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6622258507019919187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6622258507019919187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6622258507019919187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6622258507019919187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/hold-my-hand-and-we-will-go-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5193736470838001831</id><published>2010-06-28T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:36:54.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4q9u06TLa1qarvbso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4q9u06TLa1qarvbso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those other Saturdays' morning, lying in bed having pillow talks and just laughing. Miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5193736470838001831?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5193736470838001831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5193736470838001831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5193736470838001831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5193736470838001831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/those-other-saturdays-morning-lying-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3351940010114333877</id><published>2010-06-28T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:39:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is no where to write. So i'm going to write it here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he will wait for you forever when he was in a relationship like just months ago? And you said to me before that you're giving people around you, who cares for you a chance. And now you tell me not to wait? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contradicting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see this post and ticks you off.  I just want to say, do get offended. It's what i've been wanting to tell you just now and though i've repeated these two points like time and time again. Some points you just can't get through you head. I have to be straightforward now and not hitting around the bush. Being Mr Nice is just not right for me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, i'm still gonna be there. Just like how things use to be. Cause it's just too deep to let go just like that. You should know very well how i feel for you. But till the fortunate day comes for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3351940010114333877?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3351940010114333877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3351940010114333877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3351940010114333877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3351940010114333877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-no-where-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7530555249375747397</id><published>2010-06-28T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:24:26.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4o4wvcx9I1qzjrnco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4o4wvcx9I1qzjrnco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that being said earlier on just kinda kill him slowly. But he won't just let go. Cause it will kills him even more to let go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7530555249375747397?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530555249375747397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7530555249375747397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7530555249375747397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7530555249375747397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-that-being-said-earlier-on-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6729348278260928937</id><published>2010-06-26T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:27:32.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4lgyydB4I1qbiz8oo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4lgyydB4I1qbiz8oo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you're moving in your sleep, the way you look before you leap. The strange illusions that you keep, you don't know but i'm noticing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6729348278260928937?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6729348278260928937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6729348278260928937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6729348278260928937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6729348278260928937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-youre-moving-in-your-sleep-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4160614282165857752</id><published>2010-06-26T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:06:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4kndvKHom1qb9ixao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4kndvKHom1qb9ixao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4160614282165857752?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4160614282165857752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4160614282165857752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4160614282165857752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4160614282165857752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-get-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3723386949814439535</id><published>2010-06-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:01:51.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4g5znvPkf1qzjrnco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4g5znvPkf1qzjrnco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you go tioman with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3723386949814439535?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3723386949814439535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3723386949814439535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3723386949814439535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3723386949814439535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-you-go-tioman-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4033554045041001571</id><published>2010-06-23T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:29:07.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l20acgGjVR1qb3zvoo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 560px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l20acgGjVR1qb3zvoo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4033554045041001571?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4033554045041001571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4033554045041001571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4033554045041001571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4033554045041001571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3371950744649002197</id><published>2010-06-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:25:40.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4elusXWEJ1qc9m5jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4elusXWEJ1qc9m5jo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3371950744649002197?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371950744649002197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3371950744649002197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3371950744649002197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3371950744649002197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1449095647117739115</id><published>2010-06-21T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:52:09.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/S3gX8Lk9_uI/AAAAAAAABP4/y9j_AuP3Iv8/s400/182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/S3gX8Lk9_uI/AAAAAAAABP4/y9j_AuP3Iv8/s400/182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just know that you're not in this alone. There's always a place in me you can call home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1449095647117739115?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1449095647117739115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1449095647117739115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1449095647117739115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1449095647117739115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-know-that-youre-not-in-this-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/S3gX8Lk9_uI/AAAAAAAABP4/y9j_AuP3Iv8/s72-c/182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-830154449508497838</id><published>2010-06-20T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:55:34.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/TAPOumoCjiI/AAAAAAAABSg/lluz9Pc8Rm8/s400/185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/TAPOumoCjiI/AAAAAAAABSg/lluz9Pc8Rm8/s400/185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching down in a few hours time. Wish i could see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-830154449508497838?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/830154449508497838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=830154449508497838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/830154449508497838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/830154449508497838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/touching-down-in-few-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/TAPOumoCjiI/AAAAAAAABSg/lluz9Pc8Rm8/s72-c/185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-913438142768893657</id><published>2010-06-19T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:08:38.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/S4K9JgMA-RI/AAAAAAAABQY/KamlomJHTAw/s400/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kprEssk-Gxw/S4K9JgMA-RI/AAAAAAAABQY/KamlomJHTAw/s400/dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days. I can't wait for you to be back. So i can dance with you under the clear sky, with the moon and the stars shining romantically at us; glass of wine in our hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-913438142768893657?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/913438142768893657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=913438142768893657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/913438142768893657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/913438142768893657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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/_kprEssk-Gxw/S4K9JgMA-RI/AAAAAAAABQY/KamlomJHTAw/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-3189754502236738087</id><published>2010-06-18T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:57:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l47agn7L431qzjrnco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l47agn7L431qzjrnco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more days. I'm still waiting for you to come back.&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/8080827153966959293-3189754502236738087?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3189754502236738087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3189754502236738087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3189754502236738087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3189754502236738087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-433587895725621688</id><published>2010-06-17T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:22:52.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1x17mImoO1qaf7fio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1x17mImoO1qaf7fio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days. The feeling is still the same. You're the missing puzzle in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-433587895725621688?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/433587895725621688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=433587895725621688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/433587895725621688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/433587895725621688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7863529607553726158</id><published>2010-06-16T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:56:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2om6acfpL1qb3rpao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2om6acfpL1qb3rpao1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 more days. You're dearly missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7863529607553726158?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7863529607553726158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7863529607553726158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7863529607553726158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7863529607553726158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5729557522919760673</id><published>2010-06-15T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:05:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3cqts9FMV1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3cqts9FMV1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 more days but i already missing you like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5729557522919760673?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5729557522919760673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5729557522919760673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5729557522919760673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5729557522919760673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-more-days-but-i-already-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1905755996487758969</id><published>2010-06-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:06:09.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2v6rjMwrq1qad1oco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2v6rjMwrq1qad1oco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 more days. I'm sorry. I can't help but missed you every minute of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1905755996487758969?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905755996487758969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1905755996487758969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1905755996487758969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1905755996487758969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4200524205687701627</id><published>2010-06-13T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:42:52.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3w17eV9cw1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3w17eV9cw1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 more days. I miss you already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4200524205687701627?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4200524205687701627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4200524205687701627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4200524205687701627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4200524205687701627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8957414235631057768</id><published>2010-06-12T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:47:10.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/287/6/d/Next_plane_home_by_grettatriestofly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/287/6/d/Next_plane_home_by_grettatriestofly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 long lonely days. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8957414235631057768?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8957414235631057768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8957414235631057768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8957414235631057768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8957414235631057768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-long-lonely-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1265621349421787680</id><published>2010-06-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:07:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3c0cd9uwN1qbpmz7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3c0cd9uwN1qbpmz7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1265621349421787680?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1265621349421787680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1265621349421787680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1265621349421787680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1265621349421787680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2715972598708802627</id><published>2010-06-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:12:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l35tj2NybB1qa02uso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l35tj2NybB1qa02uso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause loving you is nothing but the truth. You're everything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2715972598708802627?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2715972598708802627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2715972598708802627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2715972598708802627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2715972598708802627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/cause-loving-you-is-nothing-but-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8885053452050018220</id><published>2010-06-07T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:30:14.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2j64bae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2j64bae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3bmy4KxdJ1qad1oco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3bmy4KxdJ1qad1oco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, life is all about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kye7pzsZ8x1qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kye7pzsZ8x1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8080827153966959293-8885053452050018220?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8885053452050018220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8885053452050018220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8885053452050018220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8885053452050018220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-life-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://i47.tinypic.com/2j64bae_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-272789432864912814</id><published>2010-06-04T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:24:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l038tzbdnh1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l038tzbdnh1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l038tzbdnh1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l038vtkviJ1qzdr4go1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l038vtkviJ1qzdr4go1_400.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8080827153966959293-272789432864912814?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/272789432864912814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=272789432864912814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/272789432864912814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/272789432864912814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7568649026058800168</id><published>2010-06-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:12:32.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0w8kcZCEf1qzjggvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0w8kcZCEf1qzjggvo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7568649026058800168?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7568649026058800168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7568649026058800168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7568649026058800168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7568649026058800168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8787501551992929267</id><published>2010-06-03T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:11:57.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3blb7mHA81qa9vlmo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3blb7mHA81qa9vlmo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to see you sleeping soundly like a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8787501551992929267?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8787501551992929267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8787501551992929267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8787501551992929267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8787501551992929267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-to-see-you-sleeping-soundly-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1050429555920999461</id><published>2010-05-30T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:19:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l34mypiDuL1qadf6xo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l34mypiDuL1qadf6xo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1050429555920999461?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1050429555920999461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1050429555920999461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1050429555920999461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1050429555920999461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2585540445716267975</id><published>2010-05-25T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:27:43.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw4ijy5sb71qzj5d0o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 479px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw4ijy5sb71qzj5d0o1_400.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime without fail, i would be in that girl shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2585540445716267975?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2585540445716267975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2585540445716267975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2585540445716267975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2585540445716267975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/everytime-without-fail-i-would-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8623043300819067829</id><published>2010-05-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:06:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ecjis0541qzr9q3o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ecjis0541qzr9q3o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8623043300819067829?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8623043300819067829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8623043300819067829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8623043300819067829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8623043300819067829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8397143760677848743</id><published>2010-05-16T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:41:39.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2elbcVlYL1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2elbcVlYL1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2elbcVlYL1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzym609r6j1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzym609r6j1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8080827153966959293-8397143760677848743?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8397143760677848743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8397143760677848743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8397143760677848743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8397143760677848743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/thats-all-you-need-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-991787325892812727</id><published>2010-05-15T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:03:46.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l09rpk1bLQ1qacis1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l09rpk1bLQ1qacis1o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-991787325892812727?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/991787325892812727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=991787325892812727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/991787325892812727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/991787325892812727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-412805258621547056</id><published>2010-05-14T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:42:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzyxz2O8O61qzy9qro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzyxz2O8O61qzy9qro1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the life i'm having now is so much meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-412805258621547056?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/412805258621547056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=412805258621547056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/412805258621547056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/412805258621547056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/please.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7299803988373359101</id><published>2010-05-13T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:17:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwy76iQCKL1qzx5i0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 236px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwy76iQCKL1qzx5i0o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this is another thing i want to tell you; all along. Please believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7299803988373359101?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7299803988373359101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7299803988373359101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7299803988373359101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7299803988373359101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/however-this-is-another-i-want-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2931487346559582521</id><published>2010-05-13T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:09:01.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyy18aZEs41qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyy18aZEs41qzwaddo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1nwplpG3D1qbwi67o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1nwplpG3D1qbwi67o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope she understand that i didn't mean to hurt her in any way. Hurting her is the last thing i would want to do. But sometimes, she just make me feel i'm so out of her league. She makes me feel that i'm all so useless. I really don't know what to do.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2931487346559582521?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2931487346559582521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2931487346559582521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2931487346559582521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2931487346559582521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-she-understand-that-i-didnt-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8235225496113872255</id><published>2010-01-04T02:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:23:17.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just watched finish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;海派甜心 episode 10. Part 6 is the part that really makes me really sad. It just brings me to that day, her birthday, just like the leading female actress'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why does she have to cry for him? Why does she can't forget him? Why does she have to cry out his name? I don't know why but it just hurts me. It just reminds me that night. WHY? Why i can't just forget that night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Even though the whole world rejects, i still want to be with you."&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/8080827153966959293-8235225496113872255?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8235225496113872255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8235225496113872255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8235225496113872255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8235225496113872255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-watched-finish-episode-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4307637569560889174</id><published>2009-11-23T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:24:25.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3939605116_b178f056f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3939605116_b178f056f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk in his shoes and maybe, just maybe, you'll know the pain he's going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, what size you wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4307637569560889174?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4307637569560889174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4307637569560889174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4307637569560889174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4307637569560889174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk-in-his-shoes-and-maybe-just-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3939605116_b178f056f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-462695666812623256</id><published>2009-11-23T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:59:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SwltRkdORPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7fPXM-Qhq1g/s1600/8f4257a9729151e789dee92915e56958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SwltRkdORPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7fPXM-Qhq1g/s320/8f4257a9729151e789dee92915e56958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406972976246441202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sometimes really wish to sit there and let the lights tell him what to do. Let him tear and sober through the night away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-462695666812623256?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/462695666812623256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=462695666812623256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/462695666812623256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/462695666812623256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-sometimes-really-wish-to-sit-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SwltRkdORPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7fPXM-Qhq1g/s72-c/8f4257a9729151e789dee92915e56958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-7150205874675657990</id><published>2009-11-19T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:29:47.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.q-notes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 270px;" src="http://blog.q-notes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/trust.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all he needs. And it's the thing that others can misuse on him to find out all one wants to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7150205874675657990?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7150205874675657990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7150205874675657990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7150205874675657990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7150205874675657990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-all-he-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8539882013636178775</id><published>2009-11-17T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:34:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://50vstheworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/hip-hop-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 500px;" src="http://50vstheworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/hip-hop-dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing is my remedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8539882013636178775?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8539882013636178775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8539882013636178775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8539882013636178775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8539882013636178775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/dancing-is-my-remedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8006347992835626487</id><published>2009-11-10T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:12:22.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/Heart_broken_by_Piix_addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/Heart_broken_by_Piix_addict.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems to doesn't care if it's a misunderstanding that he's having in his confused mine right now, but the feeling of letting go is getting stronger each day. However, the thought of letting her go, the pain in him is craving him deeper and deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants or needs someone to talk to, he could trust no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell her straight, things will get worst after that. Or might not even change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8006347992835626487?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8006347992835626487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8006347992835626487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8006347992835626487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8006347992835626487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-seems-to-doesnt-care-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7993696212385189078</id><published>2009-11-09T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:57:40.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glogster.com/media/1/0/79/32/793285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.glogster.com/media/1/0/79/32/793285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the one who cares the most always do the waiting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always the one who worried for the other who care the least?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7993696212385189078?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7993696212385189078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7993696212385189078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7993696212385189078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7993696212385189078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-is-one-who-cares-most-always-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3172795342763011330</id><published>2009-11-07T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:02:39.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2024/1778979930_bbf01f2bc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts have been filled up, too much of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3172795342763011330?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3172795342763011330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3172795342763011330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3172795342763011330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3172795342763011330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-have-been-filled-up-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2024/1778979930_bbf01f2bc5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-6962874644812170097</id><published>2009-11-04T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:59:57.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SvFCcAI57eI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rVrlgF3GUv0/s1600-h/Walk_Away_by_becsta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400170477035056610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SvFCcAI57eI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rVrlgF3GUv0/s320/Walk_Away_by_becsta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, he will just walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6962874644812170097?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6962874644812170097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6962874644812170097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6962874644812170097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6962874644812170097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-he-will-just-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SvFCcAI57eI/AAAAAAAAAYA/rVrlgF3GUv0/s72-c/Walk_Away_by_becsta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-3112235184765315314</id><published>2009-11-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:51:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some said it's not so bad, some said just go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should i go or just leave it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3112235184765315314?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3112235184765315314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3112235184765315314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3112235184765315314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3112235184765315314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-said-its-not-so-bad-some-said-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4799993883783927074</id><published>2009-10-31T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:56:22.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love her more, understand her less. Cause in the end, he won't understand her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understand him more, love him lesser. Understand him will eventually, in a way, love him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it again, i've decided that i'm not going out till it's done. Or maybe so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4799993883783927074?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4799993883783927074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4799993883783927074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4799993883783927074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4799993883783927074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-her-more-understand-her-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5476826710007044578</id><published>2009-10-25T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:30:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After looking my face in the mirror, i just want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5476826710007044578?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5476826710007044578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5476826710007044578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5476826710007044578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5476826710007044578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-looking-my-face-in-mirror-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8369942351503905253</id><published>2009-09-01T07:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:25:57.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283436023363554" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SpxlhQe4hAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jCkywl4mE9w/s320/485-true-friendship-is-like.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283677208118274" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SpxlsK-8_gI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UYTssPbYRXI/s320/friendship.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283864710577666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm really happy to know you as a friend for one year plus. Thanks for always being there for me when i needed some love and care. You've been my part-time teacher and a best friend! I really do wonder at times what will my life be, without you appearing in my life. Well, if there's a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Best Friend of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; i'll definitely present it to you. There are so many things that i want to say to you but i'll just keep it short. Cheers to friendship and growing old together like you said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Happy Friendship Day once again, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Janice the Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SpxoFccOp_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Rd3s2vYTHJE/s320/elmo_surprise-1756.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376286497916758002" /&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/8080827153966959293-8369942351503905253?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8369942351503905253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8369942351503905253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8369942351503905253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8369942351503905253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/09/h-p-p-y-o-n-e-y-e-r-o-f-f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SpxlTN_9N-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/EuXDzSC-tTI/s72-c/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-7745775535238320430</id><published>2009-08-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:28:08.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is never any better than the lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7745775535238320430?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7745775535238320430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7745775535238320430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7745775535238320430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7745775535238320430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-never-any-better-than-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6513078231083404734</id><published>2009-08-24T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:59:10.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have this bad feeling. I don't want to say it out yet. Cause i've sort of been through it and know the answer to it. But i don't want to hurt myself; again. Like i told her before, i don't mind being silly falling in love with her, just like the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, that feeling is lost. What happen? I don't want this to happen cause i DO really fall for her. Am i just tired? Or just like what Alina told me, you're just lost? Oh well. Hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's going off to Perth soon for a holiday. have fun girl! I'll every single day, without fail, post a short entry how much i miss you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i've decided to set a day for us. 1st of September! It will be a day when we know each other for about a year? =) People will be asking why 1st of September. Hmm... To be honest, cause i can't remember that actual date that i first know her. So since September is just around the corner, i'll just simply set that date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6513078231083404734?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6513078231083404734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6513078231083404734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6513078231083404734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6513078231083404734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-have-this-bad-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6078922265466121481</id><published>2009-08-12T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:35:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't love ageless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6078922265466121481?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6078922265466121481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6078922265466121481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6078922265466121481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6078922265466121481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-love-ageless.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5846157794534191243</id><published>2009-08-09T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:33:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly have this thought. What will my life without her? I suddenly think of it, i felt scared. I don't know why. OHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Janice! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5846157794534191243?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5846157794534191243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5846157794534191243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5846157794534191243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5846157794534191243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-suddenly-have-this-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3224001483733390099</id><published>2009-08-08T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:34:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;在一起叫梦, 分开了叫痛, 是不是说 没有做完的梦最痛 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she says she've given up on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited by her side from the day i love her. I know i'm Po Ma, but i just didn't meant to. Do you know how much i want to tell you i really love you and wanted so much to be with you? I'm crazy over you! There isn't a day i stop thinking about you. At every moment, i want you to know how much i love you. Maybe i showed it at a wrong way? At a silly way? At a very Po Ma way? Beacause i felt a little insecure everytime you talk about how other guys have been nice to you. Always after hearing that, i've been asking myself, "Why can't i be that person? Why can't i be the person who can give her the happiness that she wants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to blow things up. Cause i got a feeling that when she sees this post, our distance will be further and further. I really don't want that to happen. I don't want to see history repeat itself again and again. I don't want to go back to the emo-self again. I want to be with her, smiling everyday. It might sound selfish. But i want her so much; no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you alot Janice the Elmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3224001483733390099?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3224001483733390099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3224001483733390099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3224001483733390099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3224001483733390099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-she-says-sheve-given-up-on-me-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2477387568338517672</id><published>2009-08-08T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:01:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check now is like freaking 350am! And i'm still awake! Why is that so? Is there something in my mind that i want to speak up but i can't? If so? Why? cause i scared that if i voice out, i'll hurt someone and might even lose that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can just tell someone. And i understand what's the meaning of a particular sentence that someone told me off once. The pain that's in that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shout out to Alina Ng, my secondary school friend. Well, she didn't did anything special. All she did was she will do her best to talk to me everyday. Ask about how are things going on with me and her. About my daily stuff. I did the same too. I'll also vent my angry to her. (I'm so sorry Alina.) She also wishes us all the best. Well, Alina, if by any chance you saw this post, i also wishes you all the best with you and your man. I seriously hope that you two can be long lasting till you two get married. And i'll be there when you are getting married! Thanks for being there for me when i'm down. And you know i'll be there for you when you're down too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2477387568338517672?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2477387568338517672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2477387568338517672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2477387568338517672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2477387568338517672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-check-now-is-like-freaking-350am.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3979675732072086905</id><published>2009-07-27T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:58:37.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just love the time we spend together. And i love the things we do together, like introduce songs to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love her, no matter what is blocking infront of me, all i want now is to see her smile everyday! I'll do my best to make her happy and hear her laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3979675732072086905?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3979675732072086905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3979675732072086905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3979675732072086905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3979675732072086905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-love-time-we-spend-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6551690998182786718</id><published>2009-07-26T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:41:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally dance at Dblo. Not shy anymore! Had a GREAT night at the dancefloor. Realised that i'm abit better C-Walker than most of the people there. So fun! Well, there are things that i want to write it here. But i think i'll just leave it the way it is. Although it hurts me alot, but i'll just swallow it and hush. All i want was her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home today, talked to Ryker, and suddenly, i got emotional. Tears just rolled down my cheek. I so want to cry after that but i couldn't. Then just now at about 1220, i wanted to cry again. But i think this time i hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to change after she has read this post. I also can't believe that i told T to be strong. We are sort of "rival" and i told him to be strong? And later i was told to stand back. Guess i don't know how to fight for what i want yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Her, i really do. I don't care about her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6551690998182786718?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6551690998182786718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6551690998182786718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6551690998182786718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6551690998182786718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-dance-at-dblo.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6239349357778080383</id><published>2009-06-27T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:57:56.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Double O and Dragonfly yesterday. I really had fun! At the later part of clubbing at Dblo, as the rest of the gang were at the dance floor, i was at the table, too shy to go and dance. So there came this pair of india ladies, looking for their friend. So one of them asked for the empty sit. I offered to them. So she start asking me for my name and why i'm not drink or even dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long, her boyfriend came over. So i offered the other empty sit to that the other friend. Then we started to chat for not long, her friend came. Then at first he was like abit unfriendly, asked me, "Do you know who she is?" I shook my head. Then he said, " Don't worry, she's single." I was like, " You don't have to tell me that actually." Then they went off dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ending part before the club close, they came back, asking me to help them take a photo. 2 in fact. Then to my surprise, one of the lady ask me if she could take a picture with me. So i agreed, since it's like no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met up with the rest. All of them say is still early and not high enough. Some suggested to go Dragonfly, so we went. But before that, Janice dared or something like that, asked James aka Xiao Nu to kiss me. WA! Without a second word, he kissed me. FUCKING GIVE ME THE GOOSEBUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way to the car, Janice said to me that Don will be over there. My heart just sank. She said to me that she'll be looking for him just for awhile. The pain just hurts further. Then she asked me this in the car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do you mind me looking for him?"&lt;br /&gt;" No"&lt;br /&gt;" Are you sad that i look for him?"&lt;br /&gt;" No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, i just felt so down. She still ask me to wait outside for her, while we ran to find him. When i went it, it was really a super eye-opener! Nice sound system, great interior design too. If it's meant for younger generation, i think it will be a damn fun place to chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back that time, she was already down. Is all written on her face. I tried to console her.&lt;br /&gt;Then Don came over. I was abit boiled to see him. I was trying to eavesdrop, but i realised that it's very rude, so i just leave them alone. But i look at Jan, she's like all sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Don walked off. She stood alone by herself. I can sense that she wanted to cry. I just looked at her at a distance to give her the space she needs. Some what, Don ask her to leave with him. But Janice didn't. Don can still tell her to F off! What a jerk! There were a few times that when she's off looking for him, the corner of my eyes caught image of shadow, i looked at that direction, hoping that it was her that i saw, but sadly, no. Till some times, then she appear infront of my eyes, sad and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, send drunk James home. Heard from Janice that his wife damn firece! Send her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, we start to joke. She can totally bully me, and is like self entertaine to herself. Went back hime at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i seen and enjoyed myself. Thanks Janice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6239349357778080383?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6239349357778080383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6239349357778080383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6239349357778080383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6239349357778080383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-double-o-and-dragonfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1728019767603884973</id><published>2009-06-20T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:04:37.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really down now. After hearing what happen to her, i felt useless, guilty, and blur. Useless is cause i can't be there for her. Guilty is because i made her angry for what i said to her that evening. Blur, maybe is just blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do. All i can think of is be strong with her, and not emo over it. Help her in anyway i can. Be there, maybe not in person, for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, i just simply love Elmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1728019767603884973?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1728019767603884973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1728019767603884973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1728019767603884973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1728019767603884973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-really-down-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-7052231584307701273</id><published>2009-06-06T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:11:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that this blog is like dead. Cause i really don't have much to write. I might even put this blog under construction, make it a really totally NO EMO blog, for all different readers to read. Maybe you guys have to wait till i get my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canon EOS 50D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SipqSW0eYvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ylwoOxsQ6Gs/s1600-h/canon-50d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SipqSW0eYvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ylwoOxsQ6Gs/s320/canon-50d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344200771424379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i don't think i'll update anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe i'll just update a little here. I'm moving on well. I'm still alive, but soon, i'll just die. Just sometimes, i don't like my life. So what i'm born with a GOLDEN spoon in my mouth. Money can't buy happiness i'm looking for. So maybe i'm not that LUCKY like what everyone is telling me all this while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-7052231584307701273?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7052231584307701273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7052231584307701273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7052231584307701273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7052231584307701273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-this-blog-is-like-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SipqSW0eYvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ylwoOxsQ6Gs/s72-c/canon-50d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-2801263594100099804</id><published>2009-05-16T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:22:11.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i'm fucking pissed off. The next duty shift guys came like an hour and a half late! Made me got home late. Didn't have enough rest either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added me on facebook. I was shocked. Looked at her profile, realised that she's engaged. I was blurred at that time but i've already made my mental preparation before. My feelings told me before that it's obvious that she doesn't like me anymore. So now, i've to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my posting yesterday, and i'm posted to 9 Div HQ. Have to report on Wednesday morning. Heard it's a stay out vocation. So i guess it will be a 8-5 job? Hope the very best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm moving on; TRYING very hard again&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/8080827153966959293-2801263594100099804?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2801263594100099804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2801263594100099804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2801263594100099804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2801263594100099804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-im-fucking-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1652715761868618491</id><published>2009-05-03T05:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:05:55.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Marcau Cafe with cousin to chill. His forum friends were there. I had a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping tonight. Have to be out of house like 7am to do my guard duty later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1652715761868618491?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1652715761868618491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1652715761868618491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1652715761868618491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1652715761868618491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-marcau-cafe-with-cousin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-779223447759516898</id><published>2009-05-02T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:14:18.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sfvj1olR_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gn1nWWIoMnU/s1600-h/NickandNorahsInfinite8cdec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sfvj1olR_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gn1nWWIoMnU/s320/NickandNorahsInfinite8cdec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105094489472546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watch this movie for three times. It's a cute, lovely movie. At some part of the movie, i was like in the movie. Maybe i want that type of friends and live. Maybe just for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: " The world is broken into pieces and it's everybody's job to find them and put them  back together again."&lt;br /&gt;He said: " Well, maybe we were the pieces. Maybe we are not suppose to find the pieces, maybe we are the pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I've tried to stay happy for the past one week. And i'm happy. But yesterday, i just felt down again. Is it really that difficult to stay happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-779223447759516898?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/779223447759516898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=779223447759516898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/779223447759516898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/779223447759516898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-watch-this-movie-for-three-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sfvj1olR_iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gn1nWWIoMnU/s72-c/NickandNorahsInfinite8cdec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-5112376522507242188</id><published>2009-04-28T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:06:04.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended Gerald's birthday chalet over at Pasir Ris. I went there early to help out. The rest of the secondary school friends start coming at about 7pm. I really did some catching up with most of them. Most of the guys have graduate and waiting for army. Good luck to them! Shared my experience with them. Let them have some mental prepare. All my friends were shocked that i've backbone fracture. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at about 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to hospital to do my physio. I felt asleep while i was with the machine. Damn sleepy! Did some back-strenghtening excersice for about an hour and went back to mom's shop to help out. Met some of the old customers. All were super shock to see me there! Made me so happy cause at least i know that no one have forgotten about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom let me off early so that i can play basketball back home. But after taking my back, i went to find 'sister' instead. Is actually a habit for me whenever i'm near her working place. Plus, it's just behind my mom's working place. Went to greet her. I never fail to suprise her! So we started talking. She asked me how's everything and i just said so-so. This sister of mine can seriously read me like a damn story book! She asked, " Just so-so?" I just said yeah. I don't know where to start. I want to tell her i'm not okay acutally. But i just don't know how. So after much questioning from her, i just spill everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her what i'm curious about and she explained her point of view. Made me understand more. She also advise me to know more ladies first. Understand ladies. Then get into a relationship. And she continue from there. Showed me an article about friendship is very important. So now, i'll treasure my friends and my family members! Guess that they are all i've got. Thanks sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i should start learning how to understand ladies. Any teacher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5112376522507242188?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5112376522507242188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5112376522507242188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5112376522507242188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5112376522507242188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/attended-geralds-birthday-chalet-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5505443854739923432</id><published>2009-04-24T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:19:09.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Austin went to Thailand for his training, and soon, he's going to POP again. As for Alex,  he's going to brunei for his training too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the feeling that people around me are leaving me; one by one. History is repeating itself again. I really hate this feeling. But i guess i can't do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun yesterday night. Wilson, Chun Gee, Mah and me went round to different places for our nights out. First we went to Bugis to get my NUM sandals. Then we went to Mac to grab a small bite. Went to Topman to look for clothes later. Couldn't find a nice pair for straight-cut pants for myself. Actually, there's one. But i don't like the part which is suppose to be zip but it's buttons. It'll be like so difficult to pee when you are on high tide! Brought Mah to the new shopping mall at Bugis. It's the second time i went there. Nothing much either. Arcade was big and the screen is damn nice! Timbre was the next stop. Just to have a look. Located opposite SMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, went to Haji Lane to find Jacky's shop. Sad to say, their shop closed early when we went there. Guess i'll drop by some other day then; earlier next time. Then we walked our way to Clerk Quey. Since it's thursday night, TONS of people over there! Lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang MO&lt;/span&gt;s i say. Then Mah suddenly said he got craving for beer. So he went to the nearest 7-11 and bought a can of Heineken. He knows that i didn't drink before, so he offer me a mouth. I was scared, cause i thought it will be bitter, so i asked him to drink first. Plus he bought it, so of course he must drink first. Then he passed to me. I still not prepared, so asked him to drink again. Then later, i just have a mouthfull. To my suprised, it's not that bad actually. Just abit dry. Then the beer was shared among the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to camp. On the way back in the train, we keep talking about what happen just now. About the different people we met. Then decided where to go the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's about a moth plus since i last saw you. now, i'm like so close of giving up. so close of saying to you, "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs". it's really starting to kill me inside. all i want is to be smile the way when i'm with you. today after seeing a chinnnnnna couples infront of me while i'm listening to my ipod on my traing home, i suddenly have the feeling that i'm blessed that i'm still single. should it be that way? help me to understand more. guess that when you really give me the answer that time, i'll sad either. is it me that can't read between the lines?&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/8080827153966959293-5505443854739923432?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5505443854739923432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5505443854739923432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5505443854739923432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5505443854739923432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/austin-went-to-thailand-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-106781315290531905</id><published>2009-04-19T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:12:23.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCbqj4SxGJs&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/yCbqj4SxGJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;This is ONE of the Korean songs that i enjoy. Damn catchy. The MV is funny and they dance, damn they are HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Seq_aNQPxhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RJ74A5nEM2M/s1600-h/wonder+girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Seq_aNQPxhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RJ74A5nEM2M/s320/wonder+girls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326279966274340370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio:&lt;br /&gt;Yubin(21), Ye Eun(20), Sunye(20), Sun Mi(17), Sohee(17). &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Names not as followed to the photo.&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/8080827153966959293-106781315290531905?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/106781315290531905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=106781315290531905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/106781315290531905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/106781315290531905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/artist-wonder-girls-title-nobody-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Seq_aNQPxhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RJ74A5nEM2M/s72-c/wonder+girls1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-2934826427608603116</id><published>2009-04-18T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:28:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Jemie's birthday party. Actually not really a party either, gathering perhaps? It's been a few years since i last met her. Went over to England to have a scholarship for her music. So this time she came back for a short holiday. Going back on the 2nd of May. It's a 9 year friendship actually. How time flies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess i'm happier now. At least i've done what i want to do or what i want to give to her. Is like a goal, so at least complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going off to sleep now. Have guard duty later on. FULL DAY! Gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2934826427608603116?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2934826427608603116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2934826427608603116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2934826427608603116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2934826427608603116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-came-back-from-jemies-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-913901697366654127</id><published>2009-04-10T02:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:33:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to Tampines Mall 1 and look for the new shop in Singapore, Uniqol. However, it's damn packed. Have to queue up to enter the shop. The queue turned into the toilet pathway! That's how long it is. Maybe today is the first official day for opening. So i shop at Topman instead. Bought a pair of shoes. Overall view about TM1 is good. Got shops that have in town. However, the only thing that it doesn't have is a theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, watch Fast and Furious 4 at TM. It's a nice show as i've waiting for it since the day i got news about this show. Nice cars and of course sexy, hot ladies dancing infront of those cars! Did i tell you that Jordana Brewster is damn hot in that movie? oh mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sd4-oWdjmrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wN5FwlybbnA/s1600-h/514IN7YFHEL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sd4-oWdjmrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wN5FwlybbnA/s320/514IN7YFHEL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322760672543742642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sd4-4L4cvrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bDweNdw6WmQ/s1600-h/77D10PWHT_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sd4-4L4cvrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bDweNdw6WmQ/s320/77D10PWHT_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322760944581656242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new shoe i bought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-913901697366654127?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/913901697366654127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=913901697366654127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/913901697366654127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/913901697366654127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-went-to-tampines-mall-1-and-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sd4-oWdjmrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wN5FwlybbnA/s72-c/514IN7YFHEL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-1854483949455618938</id><published>2009-04-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:11:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess this time he's out of his wits. He really don't know what to do. Feeling so helpless. Should he just  give up or wait. Wait for the day that she'll really talk to him once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like history is repeating again and again for him, time over time. For the past few days, he kept asking if this is just a crush? He did text her but just no reply from her. He scared that all his messages will bother her not not like giving her space. But can't she just tell him. ANYTHING will do. Even if she doesn't want to date him, just tell him. At least he can move on. She said she's busy, can't just spare a little portion of her time for him? Guess he's asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so painful to live in. He really needs help from any of the readers this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I miss you so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know why I still feel your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You left me feeling high and dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With nothing but the question why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess you had another direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you call me today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll say that I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does my love for you is deep and meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;Am i too much?&lt;br /&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/8080827153966959293-1854483949455618938?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1854483949455618938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1854483949455618938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1854483949455618938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1854483949455618938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-this-time-hes-out-of-his-wits.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1020068100840186604</id><published>2009-04-06T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:18:14.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the hospital for my physio at AH. Took a bus and accidentally saw this dope guy texting his girl this, " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, you are so irresponsible. You make me want you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" And he sent. This sentence alone took him like 2 mins to text it out? After that, i was like "WHAT THE FUCK? Broad daylight and he sounds so chessy. Get a room dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a Starbucks polo and a skinny black pants with earring on each of his ears. He wear glasses, frameless. Fashion police will sure to arrest that SOAB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1020068100840186604?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1020068100840186604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1020068100840186604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1020068100840186604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1020068100840186604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-got-back-from-hospital-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1560271358979122923</id><published>2009-04-05T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:23:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Facebook more and more. i can express whatever i want, when i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to blog out every time i got something to express out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1560271358979122923?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1560271358979122923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1560271358979122923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1560271358979122923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1560271358979122923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-facebook-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3811904101267006026</id><published>2009-04-03T21:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:24:08.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came across this old song. Felt that maybe that's what i want to put across. Maybe i'm just emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Of all the things I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with&lt;br /&gt;tears from behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but I do not cry&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that past me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm starting all over again&lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend and I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I love&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I can't live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to want everything &amp;amp; nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want whats yours and I want whats mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the star fall&lt;br /&gt;I will lie awake&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Counting the days that passed him by; dreadfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3811904101267006026?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3811904101267006026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3811904101267006026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3811904101267006026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3811904101267006026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/04/came-across-this-old-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2354343152307219429</id><published>2009-03-29T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:46:23.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched 6 Dvds in a row yesterday while i was on duty! 3 was American Pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been an American Pie fan for sometime. Those movies just don't fail to entertain me. After watching, i felt so much better now. All those hard laugh to go with. So wanting to be a Stiffler! WOO! Too bad i can't drink as good as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is raining cats and dogs. Shitty weather. Bored again. Musics are accompanying me. Have to book in tonight before Cinderella drops her glass shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love life, get paid and then get laid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;1 full week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2354343152307219429?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2354343152307219429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2354343152307219429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2354343152307219429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2354343152307219429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-6-dvds-in-row-yesterday-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4752360668603947158</id><published>2009-03-26T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:46:34.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took off today. Staying at home and will visit the hospital on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off and i'm down here bored and moody!&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's been a few days and i'm still down here moody! GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a story sometime ago. Like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Does anyone knows that he's lonely? Needs someone to talk to every night? Need someone to shower some love on him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one knows. The few people whom really knows how he really feel had betray him. It's a story that he didn't wish to happen in his life, at all. A story that can be often seen in a television drama series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt in love with this girl. They started to chat and soon fell in love. He proudly showed her to his best friends. Not for long, all of them get to know each other. All of them dated each other out to have dinner and outings. Soon these happy moments just turned sour and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his friends, B, had some feelings for her too. Z, whom is also a best friend, knew about it. So he decided to do something, something that made too many things changed. After getting to know that he had broken up with her due to his mother's strong disaprove, Z confessed to her sometime later. However, he did not succed. So Z posted and entry on his blog. He read the entry and felt very hurt cause he still have feelings for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, he hated Z so much that he ignored his MSNs and SMSes. B was the one whom always try to talk through him, making him forget about the past and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, the cat was let out of the bag. One day, Z came down personally to find him. Explaining everything clearly to him. It was all along B who has feelings for her. What Z was doing is trying to see or test who will make their first move. To his suprise, B and him did not make any move. They just left things hanging. So Z played further, letting both fools know that he had "feelings" for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trio whom were once best friends just seperated because of this. They totally lost contact. Maybe he's still mad about the whole thing. Maybe he just feel that it's unforgiving. All these things just hurt him so badly, so deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends read the story and they love it. What about you? Comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Things don't seems to go well between the two&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/8080827153966959293-4752360668603947158?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4752360668603947158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4752360668603947158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4752360668603947158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4752360668603947158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/took-off-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3225054345392206525</id><published>2009-03-23T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:46:44.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;SO MOODY TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Is she an addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3225054345392206525?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3225054345392206525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3225054345392206525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3225054345392206525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3225054345392206525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-moody-today-is-she-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-959247302565610245</id><published>2009-03-14T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:56:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched a movie with her on the Thursday night. That was the second night that i saw in a row for a week. That was one of my happiest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sbqd1N5Xf0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q35D0vJcvqo/s1600-h/push-scifi-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sbqd1N5Xf0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q35D0vJcvqo/s320/push-scifi-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312732248025825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice movie with nice effects and cool characters! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4/5&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. Finally i get to take photo with her! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Things has turn complicated; hasn't it?&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/8080827153966959293-959247302565610245?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/959247302565610245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=959247302565610245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/959247302565610245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/959247302565610245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-movie-with-her-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/Sbqd1N5Xf0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q35D0vJcvqo/s72-c/push-scifi-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-7410980773487631937</id><published>2009-03-07T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:34:01.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, there are times that i hate to book out. Well, most of the time in fact. Cause i'm always staying at home. Doing nothing! Want to go out, can't find anyone to go out with. Isn't that shitty? Maybe i should just stay in camp, have nights out instead of book out. Worst is that when i took MRT back home yesterday, this couple kissed infront of my naked eye! Are they trying to make me envy or jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've OOC-ed. Not due to any fake injury or anything. This time it's real.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;BACKBONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FRACTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How the fuck can this happen to me? Does this mean that i've to cut down on alot of the things that i like to do? Example, basketball, crip walking and even shopping? Gosh! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is also another example of a shitty weekend. BORING! Damn&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;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Can two different world be as one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Can seagull and fish fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh well.....&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/8080827153966959293-7410980773487631937?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/7410980773487631937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=7410980773487631937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7410980773487631937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/7410980773487631937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/actually-there-are-times-that-i-hate-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-2949104410868343538</id><published>2009-03-01T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:28:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another random songs that i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 7 Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&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/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you!&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you, oh you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your game, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you mean it, I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you!&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your game, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you!&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined, everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you, you do ohhh&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh oooh ooh oooh ooh oooh ooh ooh)&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Maybe now you can write 7 things you like or don't like about a person. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-2949104410868343538?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/2949104410868343538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=2949104410868343538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2949104410868343538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/2949104410868343538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-random-songs-that-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-3872283803616254721</id><published>2009-02-22T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:56:53.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished my first week in ASLC. Things still going not that bad, just that the company is not really organised, wasting other's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two days is so boring. Keep thinking of me getting OOC. Cause i just don't like the place i'm in. But the day after, things just changed! I turned so high that i'm so enthu in doing whatever i've to do for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my GPMG live firing. IS DAMN FUN! It was about 2 plus that we wrap up everything and ended back to camp. The worst thing was we have to wake up at 4.45am to go for our demo! But evrything is all worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like staying at home more and more as the week goes by. Maybe i'll just decide to stay in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;He just wished to be loved like every other; couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-3872283803616254721?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3872283803616254721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3872283803616254721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3872283803616254721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3872283803616254721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-finished-my-first-week-in-aslc.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8699495488612940308</id><published>2009-02-16T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:31:30.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, the distance between him and her is like so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, they just seems so difficult to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, he just have the feeling that they are not meant to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, he felt that whatever he did is just wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, he just doesn't want to speak up his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;", that made him felt "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&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;Why does he have to feel this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8699495488612940308?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8699495488612940308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8699495488612940308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8699495488612940308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8699495488612940308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-distance-between-him-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-9205664329424790047</id><published>2009-02-14T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:47:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today finally pop-ed from BSLC.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I GOT INTO CHARLIE ASLC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my life is going to be shitty and crappy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-9205664329424790047?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/9205664329424790047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=9205664329424790047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/9205664329424790047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/9205664329424790047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-finally-pop-ed-from-bslc.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1803037962578691180</id><published>2009-02-08T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:24:43.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HATE MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That simple! F*CK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1803037962578691180?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1803037962578691180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1803037962578691180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1803037962578691180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1803037962578691180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-my-life-that-simple-fck-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-5685218285195351753</id><published>2009-02-01T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:50:37.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you readers think these are true? How true can these be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 Ways To Make A Girl Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Don't hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Hold her hand at any moment... Even if its just for a second.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Hug her from behind.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Leave her voice messages to wake up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Wrestle with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Don't go hang out with your ex when she's not with you, you might not realize how badly it hurts her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; If you're talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;hug her and kiss her.... Let her know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's yours&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they aren't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Write her notes or call her just to say "hi".. Not just at night after you've already been out with other girls.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Introduce her to your friends... As your girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Play with her hair.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Pick her up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Make her laugh, if you can make her laugh, you can make her do&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;anything.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; If you care about her, then tell her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal (she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Hang out with her on weekends.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; Kiss her just for the heck of it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; Remember her birthday and get her something, even if&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;its simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. It means all the world to HER. It's the thought that counts.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don't necessarily have to have hour-long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; Give her what she wants.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; Recognize the small things... They usually means the most.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; Tell her she's beautiful, she needs to know her striving is working.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt; Hang out with her whenever you are free and you should be free to hang&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;with your girlfriend all the time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; If u care about her... SHOW her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, there are some points that i don't know if i should agree with. Any comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-5685218285195351753?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/5685218285195351753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=5685218285195351753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5685218285195351753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/5685218285195351753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-readers-think-these-are-true-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1787095308325727349</id><published>2009-01-25T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:07:00.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the year of the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SXur-5fjWdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aTGpE0GKJ-E/s1600-h/chinese-ox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SXur-5fjWdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aTGpE0GKJ-E/s320/chinese-ox.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295014883977550290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wish every reader, a Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SXuscmraQqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Gasz0YwWrYY/s1600-h/cny23l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SXuscmraQqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Gasz0YwWrYY/s320/cny23l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295015394323088034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONG XI FAI CAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May all get LOTS &amp;amp; LOTS OF &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANG PAO&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/8080827153966959293-1787095308325727349?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1787095308325727349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1787095308325727349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1787095308325727349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1787095308325727349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SXur-5fjWdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aTGpE0GKJ-E/s72-c/chinese-ox.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-1919824544489330894</id><published>2009-01-18T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:36:36.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpCPvHJ6p90&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/jpCPvHJ6p90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zf9IW-R5eI&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/3zf9IW-R5eI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I so want to watch this movie!!! I can't wait anymore!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1919824544489330894?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1919824544489330894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1919824544489330894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1919824544489330894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1919824544489330894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-so-want-to-watch-this-movie-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-8242146503739398571</id><published>2009-01-04T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:47:29.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i don't really feel that happy at all. So i wrote my the other post over "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so shitty. Seems like 2009 will be FUCK'D up year for me AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-8242146503739398571?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/8242146503739398571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=8242146503739398571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8242146503739398571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/8242146503739398571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-dont-really-feel-that-happy-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-4374968817232772846</id><published>2008-12-25T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:28:44.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SVL9my0ClWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Co6Hl6aYe_k/s1600-h/christmas_layout_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SVL9my0ClWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Co6Hl6aYe_k/s320/christmas_layout_39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283564155775915362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-4374968817232772846?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/4374968817232772846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=4374968817232772846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4374968817232772846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/4374968817232772846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SVL9my0ClWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Co6Hl6aYe_k/s72-c/christmas_layout_39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-3690953147698267067</id><published>2008-12-19T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:27:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-gIKwdxUpoE&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/-gIKwdxUpoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;See you make your way through the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;and say hello;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I was crying on the staircase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;begging you, 'Please, don't go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But you were everything to me; I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Romeo save me; they're tryin' to tell me how to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I got tired of waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Wondering if you were ever comin' around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Marry me, Juliet. you'll never have to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: How i wish someone could sing this song to me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8080827153966959293-3690953147698267067?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/3690953147698267067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=3690953147698267067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3690953147698267067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/3690953147698267067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2008/12/artist-taylor-swift-title-love-story-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-1921105258541784953</id><published>2008-12-17T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:51:51.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SUiE7IwAWDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QS-lta1_Rvc/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SUiE7IwAWDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QS-lta1_Rvc/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280616714587887666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;" yesterday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-1921105258541784953?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/1921105258541784953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=1921105258541784953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1921105258541784953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/1921105258541784953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2008/12/watched-with-her-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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/_oTgSpnPnfCM/SUiE7IwAWDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QS-lta1_Rvc/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080827153966959293.post-6223646848141884555</id><published>2008-12-14T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:06:11.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, actually i'm not a person who like night. Well, maybe for me, i always have to say goodbye to my friends that i'm hanging out with everytime. I don't really like to say goodbye to my friends. Night is also the time that made me feel very lonely at night. Sucky feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i don't really like night time. But one of the thing that i like about night time is that, in a few hours, it will be day again! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6223646848141884555?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6223646848141884555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6223646848141884555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6223646848141884555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6223646848141884555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-actually-im-not-person-who-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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-8080827153966959293.post-6383116085930683975</id><published>2008-12-11T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:58:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Welcome to this site. Well, in this blog, i'll just blog anything under the sun. So if you readers feel like expressing your thoughts about the post(s), PLEASE feel free to write them in the chatboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS, don't think as if you know me. Cause i'm not who you think i'm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've just finish my BMTC life. So that makes me a private now. Well, actually life as a recruit is not as bad as what MOST people think. For me, life in BMTC is very fun! Firstly, i made TONS of friends, then i learn how to handle a weapon and grenade. Follow by building a basha and learn how to come out with ideas for any situation when one is shagged! Then the day that most recruits will look forward too. Passing Out Parade, also know as POP. It will be a memoriable day for every BOY that has turned to MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event that i attended recently was the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry Chunk Fest. I was really looking forward to this event, but sad to say is that weather was not really on our side. Met up with my friends before going and later realised that it was actually drizzling! Ok, even though it drizzle, there are still TONS and TONS of prople there, and people are still coming in! But the group of us can't take the humidity! So we decided to chill out at another place instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080827153966959293-6383116085930683975?l=apubliclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/feeds/6383116085930683975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080827153966959293&amp;postID=6383116085930683975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6383116085930683975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080827153966959293/posts/default/6383116085930683975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apubliclife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-welcome-to-this-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Annoymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321291052464196122</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>
