<?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-5187861502662465156</id><updated>2012-01-17T23:57:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingy } Z-lovee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-3623562698816114820</id><published>2012-01-05T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:15:53.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only everything wasn't a delusion.&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/5187861502662465156-3623562698816114820?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3623562698816114820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-5485410161843044577</id><published>2011-12-28T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:38:39.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My curiosity, leads me to pain.&lt;div&gt;I saw those truths, and remembered those lies you made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crying, thinking why must you torture me this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you actually want from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lies, destruct my hopes, my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5485410161843044577?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5485410161843044577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-8686869667372675112</id><published>2011-12-26T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:11:32.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Otw home, on bus.&lt;br /&gt;At time like this, I get too emotional, that I stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally clueless, about what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Totally clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you know penguins find their mates and stay together for the rest of their life?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Be my penguin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-8686869667372675112?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-5817737153521016861</id><published>2011-12-25T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:25:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I go round and round, to find myself back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt to be contented, and I just hope I'm good enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So much things in life, why is it so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;One way to relief, is to cry. No hard feelings, but just cry. &lt;br /&gt;The mess I created, I will clear it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the apple of my eye. I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;But........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5817737153521016861?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5817737153521016861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-go-round-and-round-to-find-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5817737153521016861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5817737153521016861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-go-round-and-round-to-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-8374342206021471966</id><published>2011-12-17T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:18:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-8374342206021471966?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8374342206021471966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/8374342206021471966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/8374342206021471966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-668498834586871854</id><published>2011-12-11T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:22:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup, how's life for you?&lt;div&gt;It's been real long that I've blogged, but anw, who's reading? Laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're so much to catch up in life, so much to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad tired, shall continue soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-668498834586871854?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/668498834586871854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup-hows-life-for-you-its-been-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/668498834586871854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/668498834586871854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup-hows-life-for-you-its-been-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5326563953076726841</id><published>2011-12-01T08:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:39:39.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laughs, money-faced? Facepalm to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5326563953076726841?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5326563953076726841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/laughs-money-faced-facepalm-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5326563953076726841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5326563953076726841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/12/laughs-money-faced-facepalm-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1639155849282135610</id><published>2011-11-27T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:49:28.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't want a relationship? Bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1639155849282135610?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1639155849282135610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-want-relationship-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1639155849282135610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1639155849282135610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-want-relationship-bullshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2282439646992537665</id><published>2011-11-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:09:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>说真的，我不笨。&lt;br /&gt;我只是没有那么聪明。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2282439646992537665?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2282439646992537665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2282439646992537665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2282439646992537665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6209645650626132941</id><published>2011-11-24T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:20:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awful day. That I cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late as usual which made my morning very gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, thanks to this miss-saint, I was humiliated infront of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Went to gym, because of my carelessness, I made a friend lost her phone.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school again, miss-saint made my day went down all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6209645650626132941?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6209645650626132941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/awful-day_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6209645650626132941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6209645650626132941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/awful-day_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7647853678187765229</id><published>2011-11-24T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:20:33.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promises were made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I loved you. I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;But. I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;You lost me. And you'll never be able to make it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;Already gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7647853678187765229?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7647853678187765229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/promises-were-made-to-be-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7647853678187765229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7647853678187765229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/promises-were-made-to-be-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5517534619097910591</id><published>2011-11-23T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:20:53.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom just told me, "如果肚子饿，可以拿来吃啊。”&lt;div&gt;Because she bought food to store in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel lucky to have her, because even without telling her, she knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knew I starved myself. For 3 weeks. To save money. For someone out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time I treat myself better. I should love myself more.&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/5187861502662465156-5517534619097910591?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5517534619097910591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/mom-just-told-me-because-she-bought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5517534619097910591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5517534619097910591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/mom-just-told-me-because-she-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7204131678444177352</id><published>2011-11-23T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:50:12.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You deserve better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7204131678444177352?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7204131678444177352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-deserve-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7204131678444177352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7204131678444177352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-deserve-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7936944146408643597</id><published>2011-11-22T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:10:33.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt as though I've screwed up my own life.&lt;div&gt;Cry, to relief. Imma crybaby, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is aching so bad, and all I can do is just smile and life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7936944146408643597?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7936944146408643597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-felt-as-though-ive-screwed-up-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7936944146408643597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7936944146408643597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-felt-as-though-ive-screwed-up-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5133089552525812011</id><published>2011-11-22T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:37:34.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've seen through your lies.&lt;br /&gt;From the start, those were just your excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5133089552525812011?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5133089552525812011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-seen-through-your-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5133089552525812011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5133089552525812011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-seen-through-your-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7659174464311425972</id><published>2011-11-22T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:37:37.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can feel, is that my heart's aching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7659174464311425972?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7659174464311425972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-can-feel-is-that-my-hearts-aching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7659174464311425972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7659174464311425972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-can-feel-is-that-my-hearts-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-795633952873773278</id><published>2011-11-19T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:14:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Backspaced. Everything, is of no point anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0PeUQbRVneA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;从一开始，我说过我不配。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;从一开始，我说过我不好。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;我不爱你了，因为那份爱已经变成了需要。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;但是，全部都不重要了。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;我的心，这次真的碎了。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-795633952873773278?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/795633952873773278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/backspaced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/795633952873773278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/795633952873773278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/backspaced.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/0PeUQbRVneA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3019365662923655453</id><published>2011-11-18T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:33:53.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepless nights. Unpleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3019365662923655453?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3019365662923655453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3019365662923655453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3019365662923655453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleepless-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-772302177573919245</id><published>2011-11-18T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:33:15.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fk jealousy. Z. &lt;br /&gt;If I don't ask doesn't mean I don't know, z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-772302177573919245?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/772302177573919245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/fk-jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/772302177573919245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/772302177573919245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/fk-jealousy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-3488229321317528305</id><published>2011-11-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:24:26.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>月亮</title><content type='html'>Today. Sucha cold, rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone, I tend to overthink, worry and get sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;It's a routine, and yes, that's me. &lt;br /&gt;Today. Not excluded either.&lt;br /&gt;I made the choice, to watch movie alone. &lt;br /&gt;Y'know the feeling of just..wanting to be alone for the time being?&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse not leaving anyone, just...don't want to think about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Experienced something I've never tried.&lt;br /&gt;I was too dependent on anyone. Even till now.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was.. weird and new. Facing the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Just amazing. I've learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Realised that things can't be forced when it's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, I wasn't prepared, even when I knew it was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a total messed-up-person on the bus, trying to blog. &lt;br /&gt;Crying and getting upset, emotions run-over. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3488229321317528305?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3488229321317528305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3488229321317528305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3488229321317528305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_14.html' title='月亮'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-842062450492761980</id><published>2011-11-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:29:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i... miss you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5187861502662465156-842062450492761980?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/842062450492761980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/842062450492761980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/842062450492761980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-288387398954724742</id><published>2011-11-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:38:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Dealing with a Virgo takes patience, much of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Some may find V&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Virgo" title="#Virgo" class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(73, 76, 77); text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;irgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be cold and emotionally detached. This is because Virgos live in their minds, not in their feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Virgos often say "I'm okay", but inside they are covering up their chaotic and confused feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;A Virgo needs to feel wanted and needed by their lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Virgo value friendship greatly and are ready to put great amounts of effort to keep their friends happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23Virgos" title="#Virgos" class="  twitter-hashtag pretty-link" rel="nofollow" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(73, 76, 77); text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;Virgos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love giving out advice &amp;amp; information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Usually Virgos are considered "old souls". Most of them act mature for their age &amp;amp; are pointed out because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;That's me for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Credits : &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/TheDailyVirgo"&gt;@TheDailyVirgo&lt;/a&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/5187861502662465156-288387398954724742?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/288387398954724742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/virgo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/288387398954724742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/288387398954724742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/virgo.html' title='Virgo.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5929221587589279331</id><published>2011-11-12T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:12:56.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'I can promise you that as long as you're trying, I'm staying.'&lt;div&gt;- @GirlsPosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5929221587589279331?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5929221587589279331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-can-promise-you-that-as-long-as-youre_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5929221587589279331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5929221587589279331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-can-promise-you-that-as-long-as-youre_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-9208701137881264646</id><published>2011-11-11T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:00:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awful day.&lt;div&gt;Took a nap, woke up and i feel my life was screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I even bother anyway ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-9208701137881264646?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9208701137881264646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/awful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9208701137881264646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9208701137881264646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/awful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2243218108694299219</id><published>2011-11-11T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:51:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fine w anything. Fkin' fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2243218108694299219?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2243218108694299219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fine-w-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2243218108694299219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2243218108694299219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fine-w-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5227048286910091352</id><published>2011-11-10T08:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:50:43.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hidden thoughts ; one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stood there alone, by the side of the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young and fragile, looking so weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like she's looking for someone. Or maybe waiting for someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I leave house or go home, I would have to walk pass that bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I would see her, in that white dress, somewhat having a little stains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, it was raining so heavily, and the first thought I had was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Is that girl still there?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of curiosity, or maybe concern, I walked out of my house to the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was late at night, dark and there wasn't anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought she might have went home, but my heart wasn't at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I have to turn back.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked further down, and took a closer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There she was, squatting down, drenched and shivering in cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran up to her, and sheltered her with an umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I grabbed her, those pairs of eyes shocked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helplessness, fragile, vulnerable, lost in her own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hands were cold, like ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I tried to pull her closer, to keep her warm, I could feel water dripping on my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't the rain. It wasn't the droplets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried pulling her to stand up, but her legs were too weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain got heavier, as I carried her back to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Don't worry, I won't do anything. Take a bath, if not you might fall sick.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a guy, I couldn't enter the bathroom so I waited outside, just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she was done, I laid her down on the sofa, wrapped her with a dry towel to keep her warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at her, I realised something amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is beautiful, but filled with pain and sadness inside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment, I know I want to protect her. I want to keep her away from harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat down beside her, tried all ways to get her to speak, but to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days passed, she refused to talk, refused to move away from the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least, she's eating her meals, which I believed one day, she would open up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But looking at her state, my patience got lower and lower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the urge to know more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night, I let out a huge sigh after trying to get her to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before heading to bed, I decided to let her have the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I carried her in the room, laid her on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Let me know, if you need anything.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I expected no response. But as I turned away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Thankyou...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A soft, weak voice striked my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so glad. Glad that she's finally talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things got better, but she's still a stranger to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know anything about her, and sometimes I would think back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Why did I care about her?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to figure out why, I tried to talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she wasn't comfortable about her past, so she did not mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deciding not to probe further, we talked about our lifestyles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smiles, were shown more frequently now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So different from when I first saw her, that fragile girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Why are you so good to me....?'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without hesitation, I answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Because.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard those screams when no one else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw those sorrows, when no one else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind those smiles, I know you're hurting so bad.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;But I know she's crying, inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cry if you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next minute, I see the girl, who was once weak, like I first saw her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&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/5187861502662465156-5227048286910091352?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5227048286910091352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/hidden-thoughts-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5227048286910091352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5227048286910091352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/hidden-thoughts-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7760089234270712135</id><published>2011-11-09T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:53:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those protections are not here anymore.&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I'm looking things in bird-eye view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw those big pictures, I met those pair of eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw through the lies between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw every bit and pieces of sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw those tears when they're flowing out in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard those screamings, yellings, shoutings that was drowned in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind the smile, it was these pain that causes breakdowns at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past years, I've learnt. Learnt to love myself more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those that inspires me and pushes me through life to move on. Thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am myself, and love me for that. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7760089234270712135?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7760089234270712135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/those-protections-are-not-here-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7760089234270712135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7760089234270712135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/those-protections-are-not-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6095741973643580649</id><published>2011-11-08T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:47:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afraid. I was afraid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But situations like this, I had enough.&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/5187861502662465156-6095741973643580649?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6095741973643580649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6095741973643580649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6095741973643580649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2295259514765507964</id><published>2011-11-08T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:08:21.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a song from my heart.&lt;div&gt;believe in me, for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swallowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jealousy isn't about anything, but includes life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls don't get jealous for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if the reason is stupid, lame or wtv, it's still a reason.&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/5187861502662465156-2295259514765507964?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2295259514765507964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/song-from-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2295259514765507964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2295259514765507964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/song-from-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7079604861039014180</id><published>2011-11-08T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:34:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strengthless. &lt;div&gt;i'll be fine. i'll be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7079604861039014180?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-322110001508751098</id><published>2011-11-08T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:09:16.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not good enough yet. &lt;div&gt;Soon, I'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-322110001508751098?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/322110001508751098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-good-enough-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/322110001508751098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/322110001508751098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-good-enough-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1137855823904870036</id><published>2011-11-08T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:56:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Shut my mind. Count those sheeps. Close my eyes. Fall asleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insomnia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1137855823904870036?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1137855823904870036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/shut-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1137855823904870036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1137855823904870036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/shut-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1606502660755544823</id><published>2011-11-07T06:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:59:18.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Enchanted to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Pdbilwse, pdhswoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I need sleep. My whole head is floating in the air.&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/5187861502662465156-1606502660755544823?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1606502660755544823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/enchanted-to-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1606502660755544823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1606502660755544823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/enchanted-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5412948099683256797</id><published>2011-11-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:59:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One and only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's 11.59p.m, of 5th Nov 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Happy 2nd Month, Baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know it's late, but still, I want to dedicate this post to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;For these two months, I'm glad I have you with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Still, the word "Lucky".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know my stubbornness really gets on your nerves at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Including my flaws, my imperfections, my negative side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You saw through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But you stayed with me, assuring me and holding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Till now, you're just as sweet and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;On the day, 5th Oct 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I still remember how the two of us chatted on the phone throughout the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And when it's already past 12a.m, on 6th Oct 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We remembered it was our first month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We somehow spent it together ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Baby I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Always have, always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I really really really really want to give it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc512/lingyyyy/6c01cc63.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Always yours, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&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/5187861502662465156-5412948099683256797?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5412948099683256797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5412948099683256797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5412948099683256797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_05.html' title='One and only.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1538310536143966934</id><published>2011-11-04T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:40:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk For Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voluntary work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiZ7_i262I/TrP3BmrDsjI/AAAAAAAAExY/GLuUOMK1wTo/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147962722660914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnS1N2LomQ4/TrP3AwPgFfI/AAAAAAAAExM/2cL4sRobNwQ/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147948111566322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIe7XrFh7fQ/TrP3AZv83bI/AAAAAAAAExA/nXLbZhagdNM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147942073654706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awful day in school, but whatever it is, this walk made me cheer up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it was only 1hour or so, I had fun collecting those ice-cream sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyi, this event requires you to either walk or run, and for every 100m, a bowl of rice will be donated to the needy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been to my school or could see how long the route was in those pictures above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a round of that, is 200m, which in another word, one ice-cream stick also meant, you've walked/run for 200m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? Dyana and I collected 30 each. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yati collected 8 sticks, if I didn't remember wrongly, because she got to go for another class ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had quite a hard time collecting the last few, because apparently it rained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the main point is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE DONATED 60 BOWLS OF RICE EACH. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-CLAPS FOR OURSELVES- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No big deal actually, but doing some voluntary work, I feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably much better after an awful day in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, dk what to blog anymore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1538310536143966934?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1538310536143966934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-for-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1538310536143966934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1538310536143966934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-for-rice.html' title='Walk For Rice'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-DIiZ7_i262I/TrP3BmrDsjI/AAAAAAAAExY/GLuUOMK1wTo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-5559423117091677657</id><published>2011-11-03T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:31:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in lecture hall, trying to concentrate, &lt;div&gt;but somehow somewhat, my mind is somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably because i just woke up not long ago, felt so blur and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got so much to learn, so much to catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JIAYOU AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5559423117091677657?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5559423117091677657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/currently-in-lecture-hall-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5559423117091677657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5559423117091677657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/currently-in-lecture-hall-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1843461802157289901</id><published>2011-11-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:43:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cruelty.&lt;div&gt;harshness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a human too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1843461802157289901?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1843461802157289901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruelty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1843461802157289901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1843461802157289901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/cruelty.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6526192318769573653</id><published>2011-11-01T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:17:18.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im losing my mind. &lt;div&gt;Aish. Fk this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6526192318769573653?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6526192318769573653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-losing-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6526192318769573653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6526192318769573653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-losing-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2808607863040569047</id><published>2011-10-30T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:01:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtless</title><content type='html'>What happened? Those days, those nights.&lt;div&gt;I didn't have much energy to do anything, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what? Things just happened like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'd just woke up from a really bad dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those fears, those screams, those cries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one hears it. No one feels it. Except myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to become awfully silent, without myself knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was when friends asked "Are you sure you're okay?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled, and answered "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, they're really good at making me pour things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all they did was, look at me, stayed for a few more minutes and said "You're not."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't blame me for not telling them in the first place. They know I'm hurting so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they know me too well, that I didn't want to worry anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really simple. A very simple girl. Just like a typical girl next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't want a happy life? Who doesn't want true love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everyone do have to go through a hard time, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week wasn't a good week for me, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me long enough, you would have noticed, just anyone close, can affect my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I have this emotional-habit, I tend to overlook on things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is selfish, but it's just how you compromise to each other, agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nightmares occurred for the past few nights, which I tried to hide it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fear in me, grew even more. That sometimes I just break down and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I know I'm a crybaby, but everyone does cry once in their lifetime right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me for you, because that's how I let out my emotions and relief myself from pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's also me, that I can't really express myself out. I uses different words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which sometimes, became irony or contradicting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading so much, wondering why I post this? I had no idea either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only after I woke up, which apparently I fainted after I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt sick. I felt unwell. I felt terrible. I felt my conditions worsen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized, my life is short. Very short. Don't ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to regret, leaving things unsaid and then things just fade away like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was alone. On my bed. With my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to look back those messages, by him and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While looking back, I teared, my heart's aching so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of the sudden, I felt loneliness. I felt helpless. I do not know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wants to know. Part of me don't want to appear annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started crying, like a mad woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost it. I lost something important. I lost someone important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not good enough. I know I'm filled with flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aren't perfect, and I'm childish. But despite these, you stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember. I remember when I was drunk, you called me up to check if I'm okay, despite the fact that we're still strangers. I remember it happened twice. I remember the day we started texting, and it never ends till even now. I remember how shy we were when we started talking on the phone. I remember us teasing each other, and we would laugh, feeling embarrass. I remember how you would call me a bully and I would giggle silently. I remember how straightforward we were, wanting each other's accompany, even if it's just texting. I remember how we stayed up till midnight, just to stay by each other. I remember me showing you a little jealousy and you would say I'm petty. I remember you starting to call me idiot and me calling you baka. I remember I told you I would look back our messages one by one, and you said I'm cute. I remember us starting to find each other cute, starting to tease each other even more. I remember us starting to give each other concern, worrying about each other. I remember showing you my past photos, and I felt inferior, but you sent me texts, assuring me. I remember calling you up at 1.38am, just to talk to you, despite having work at 5.30am. I remember you teasing that I'm old when I'm turning 18. I remember you telling me in details, when I asked what do you feel about me. I remember you getting angry with me, because I lied. Lied about being fine. I remember you talking to me patiently, requesting me to be myself in front of you. I remember how cute you were when you finished your presentation in school. I remember during the midnight of my birthday, you told me you kindof like me more than a friend. I remember telling you that I felt protected by you. I remember you telling me to spend my day wisely, and comforting me. I remember telling you that one of my birthday wish, is for you to be healthy and happy. I remember you wanting to wish me at 11.59pm, but I didn't get the hint of calling you 5mins earlier and you kept apologizing for that. I remember you telling me that you miss me and I got so shy that I blushed. I remember telling you about my future, my marriage, my kids' names and stuff, I was embarrassed, but you made me laugh instead. I remember us confessing to each other "我喜欢你" in the middle of the night. I remember you staying up to watch me study, asking me to concentrate. I remember you crying together with me, when I'm hurting so bad. I remember you telling me how curious you were, of being a gay.I remember you requesting me to make up in front of you, and showing you what products those are. I remember telling you that you've got all the rights to be jealous of anything. I remember you calling me evil when I teased you about something you said wrong. I remember you would tell me you miss my voice, wanting me to call you. I remember you calling me baby in text for the first time, and I took long to figure it out. I remember us telling each other "Iloveyou" randomly, causing the shyness and making us smile. I remember you assuring me that I've got you , when I said "I want you". I remember how shy we were, when we first call each other "baby" on the phone, and you told me you liked it. I remember you telling me that I did my best when I "):" about my exams. I remember us telling each other how lucky we were to have each other. I remember you staying up online to tag audi hearts. I remember you camp at garden just to water and dust. I remember us wanting to know each other more. I remember us sending long texts to each other, assuring each other. I remember how you asked me to be your girlf and you were so cute. I remember each time I feel inferior and not good enough for you, you would assure me, telling me that you would love me no matter what. I remember I had nightmare and I called you up and cried. I remember you telling me that no matter what, you would stay with me, telling me not to be afraid. I remember the first time you included a "kiss" in a text, just because I requested it. I remember how you gave in to me, how you said you miss me despite being angry with me. I remember me crying in front of the cam, and you got angry with me for not telling you anything and making you worried, but still, you stayed with me. I remember how good you are, how sweet you are, how concern you are about me. I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You held me up, when I'm at my most down period. You caught me, when I'm falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, it's you, my dearest. My babybaka. My love. My boyf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been afraid, the fear in me increases day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is that I do not want to lose you. Over my dead body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things changed. Even my life changed. It was selfish of me for not trying hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my wrong to not think for you. It was my wrong to not see what you meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ever did was trying to cherish these moments with you, but little did I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made things turn out the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, for hurting you so bad. It pains me to see you ignoring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me just want to try, try to talk to you. But why.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to work things out together with you, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, are you still together with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now 7.48pm, and I took hours to write this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for taking so long. I'm really not feeling well now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every night, I would wonder, if I'm gone, would anyone miss me?&lt;/i&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/5187861502662465156-2808607863040569047?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2808607863040569047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughtless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2808607863040569047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2808607863040569047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughtless.html' title='thoughtless'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7881284621846103984</id><published>2011-10-28T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:10:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lw0fETc9XEE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah fk this insecurity in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7881284621846103984?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7881284621846103984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-dont-be-in-love-with-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7881284621846103984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7881284621846103984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-dont-be-in-love-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Lw0fETc9XEE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-7816265672153094203</id><published>2011-10-28T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:08:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEkdsfSE68/TqrFZqsq0GI/AAAAAAAAEvw/kPLc0xP3BVw/s1600/reasons.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEkdsfSE68/TqrFZqsq0GI/AAAAAAAAEvw/kPLc0xP3BVw/s320/reasons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668560125748236386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like i'm blogging alot today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7816265672153094203?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7816265672153094203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/looks-like-im-blogging-alot-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7816265672153094203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7816265672153094203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/looks-like-im-blogging-alot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-cHEkdsfSE68/TqrFZqsq0GI/AAAAAAAAEvw/kPLc0xP3BVw/s72-c/reasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-2776631002971640092</id><published>2011-10-28T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:57:01.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4JbgbMpHW0/Tqqpq2H4IAI/AAAAAAAAEts/h3nFEX-u2pc/s1600/P1356_02-11-10.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4JbgbMpHW0/Tqqpq2H4IAI/AAAAAAAAEts/h3nFEX-u2pc/s320/P1356_02-11-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668529634547343362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;okay, this was me a year ago. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;WHY I LOOK SO........ WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But anyway, the four of us, best-friends since year 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tho we separated into different classes, we're as close as sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[From left to right]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yati, Mengmeng, Dyana and me ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay, the purpose of me writing this 'gonna-be-long' post, is because of....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DYANA'S 19TH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Alright alright, I know it's kind of late to post this up, but better late than never right ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axHDbBn5qUY/TqqpqzzY8BI/AAAAAAAAEtg/wQtfgxnG-o8/s1600/trios.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axHDbBn5qUY/TqqpqzzY8BI/AAAAAAAAEtg/wQtfgxnG-o8/s320/trios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668529633924542482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO DYANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, again, but well, as long as she's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, I might get a little emotional, and if you dwna continue reading, you may stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shyness, the formality, those glances we took at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the first day we met, we knew the girls in our class, is just gonna be the 5 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So probably, that's what actually made us bond together and work from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent our time together most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing our past experiences, sharing our agony, sharing our secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing at each other, smiling at each other, giving in to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just don't get mad, because we know it's gonna hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes homework, projects, other-friends might keep us apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we're always together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this special lady over here, is someone I would always cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her innocent, her personality, her character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how tired she is, she would drag her feet to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brightening up my day, without showing me how tired she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I appreciate it a lot, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She listens to my ranting, my complaints, my whining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's always there, just there by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I'M VERY HAPPY SHE'S IN THE SAME CLASS AS ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES, SAME CLASS, TILL I GRADUATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHMYGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y'know I'm very thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That she's born in this world T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to her parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without them, she wouldn't be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, thanks to those who hurt her in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, sound ironic. But yes, thank them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? Because.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEY MADE HER SO STRONG, STRONGER THAN BEFORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Dyana, I know you're reading this, -waves-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I've included this in your portfolio LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want the whole world to know, what a great friend you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're always here, for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CALL US UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND YOU, YOU BETTER TAKE CARE BECAUSE YOU'RE FALLING SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the rest, let the pictures talk :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMhfdbTu0fA/Tqqr4gqrmDI/AAAAAAAAEvk/QVADBbpC3vo/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532068329166898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRdaqjMXQLw/Tqqr4ucmZiI/AAAAAAAAEvU/sBCh_hwshGs/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532072028202530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qByAdpdMeQ/Tqqr4NWgb9I/AAAAAAAAEvM/ulu7PzlOapg/s320/3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532063144275922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fpV48KWO8w/Tqqr31NiBYI/AAAAAAAAEu8/3i1fEuhfMKk/s320/4.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532056664180098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSyybz1mBlM/Tqqr30BL15I/AAAAAAAAEu0/_1ZFUaz8Twc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532056343959442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZtM8o8mVCg/TqqrugUiWYI/AAAAAAAAEuo/6ZzOS9-rkEE/s320/6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531896437594498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgoNtzxpfcY/Tqqrt8rKd4I/AAAAAAAAEug/F48wsfUjeK8/s320/8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531886868821890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SSSdjnIEu_8/TqqrtnESXNI/AAAAAAAAEuM/7upeGXp-obg/s320/10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531881068616914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNvrcqge6_I/TqqrtYDgIxI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Mtp9so4bW1o/s320/7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531877038793490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPNPhg_aIz0/TqqrtHH-9AI/AAAAAAAAEt4/ztw9lXntYY8/s320/9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531872494187522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they're both beautiful, isn't it? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHYES, MY RAINBOW CAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAYANGSSSSSS, BE FREE SOON ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearest, get well soon alright? Stay healthy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm glad things are fine now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2776631002971640092?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2776631002971640092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2776631002971640092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2776631002971640092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-friends.html' title='best friends'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-z4JbgbMpHW0/Tqqpq2H4IAI/AAAAAAAAEts/h3nFEX-u2pc/s72-c/P1356_02-11-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3297614132642238127</id><published>2011-10-28T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:59:05.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came across this on tumblr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Are you okay?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Just tired.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Torn apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Insecure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really faking my smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extremely sad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drowning in my tears.&lt;/i&gt;&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/5187861502662465156-3297614132642238127?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3297614132642238127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/came-across-this-on-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5222739619559076663?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5222739619559076663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/ffffffffffffff-worddddddddddddddddddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5222739619559076663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5222739619559076663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/ffffffffffffff-worddddddddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5533181964208871876</id><published>2011-10-28T14:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:38:21.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i need, was just a miracle.</title><content type='html'>shouldn't have go for school today :\ because things just go haywired.&lt;br /&gt;9am class, rushed to school, and i was in a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? my dearest teacher did not turn up, neither did he/she turn up for yesterday's lecture.&lt;br /&gt;so lesson was self-cancelled, whole class went off.&lt;br /&gt;certainly, the last lecture was skipped too.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still early, and dyana wants to kill time :s&lt;div&gt;my baking class got cancelled ): ): ): sad max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i'm really tired. idk why, but i just feel tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's been days, ever since i had a &lt;i&gt;proper&lt;/i&gt; meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aish, seriously, what's wrong w myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668426028936476066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-dVYK_TLR8/TqpLcNJWNaI/AAAAAAAAEtU/Tr4qM3AJBF4/s320/PILLS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;twice per day, i'm getting sick of it already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5533181964208871876?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5533181964208871876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/shouldnt-have-go-for-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5533181964208871876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5533181964208871876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/shouldnt-have-go-for-school-today.html' title='all i need, was just a miracle.'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-E-dVYK_TLR8/TqpLcNJWNaI/AAAAAAAAEtU/Tr4qM3AJBF4/s72-c/PILLS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3641045284368272265</id><published>2011-10-28T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:46:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>很痛，真的很痛。&lt;div&gt;我的脑海里，一片空白，只是想你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;玲儿，努力地想，一定回想起。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;加油加油，不管有多累，都得想。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, so shag and tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep when my alarm rings and dammit I'm late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's me for you, always late late late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's ending early, let's hope it will be a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry like mad :s but y'know the feeling of not wanting to eat anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's wrong w my mind, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm not gonna pay attention in class :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puffy eyes, shagged mind, screwed up feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't know what to blog already, just wanna kill time while otw to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3641045284368272265?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3641045284368272265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-so-shag-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3641045284368272265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3641045284368272265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-so-shag-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7548423081232174221</id><published>2011-10-27T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:24:23.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna take a long long long long while, for my emotional to run clear.&lt;div&gt;There are reasons to so many things, and there are excuses, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been using those, as cover-ups to escape reality, that I guessed I was turned 'blind'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those flaws in me, never gets out of my head. It never once got out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When talking about the past, for sure it's gonna hurt a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too naive. I was too blunt. I was too careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here to assure you, since the day you made me fell in love w you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind was all about you, and just you only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably because my mouth consists of those other words, but in my heart, you're the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be good enough for you soon, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, for hurting you so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how much pain i'm having inside me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but compared to those who really needs help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's probably nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr will be a better day..... right....?&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/5187861502662465156-7548423081232174221?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7548423081232174221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-broke-into-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7548423081232174221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7548423081232174221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-broke-into-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1092243716528370235</id><published>2011-10-27T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:29:51.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1092243716528370235?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1092243716528370235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1092243716528370235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1092243716528370235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7247379056039927661</id><published>2011-10-27T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:04:00.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open up, say it out, let both of us know.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not left things unsaid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know, we're hurting so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Give it all we could, and make it all worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7247379056039927661?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7247379056039927661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-up-say-it-out-let-both-of-us-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7247379056039927661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7247379056039927661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-up-say-it-out-let-both-of-us-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-194760734278710581</id><published>2011-10-26T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:39:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight, i feel.. weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't stop trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5187861502662465156-194760734278710581?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/194760734278710581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonight-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/194760734278710581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/194760734278710581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonight-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2020012463761620060?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2020012463761620060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2020012463761620060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2020012463761620060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-w_E8C7Kl6bU/TqgoAuqX27I/AAAAAAAAEs8/9Hk8qFpZD7A/s72-c/313141_266732193365271_215872448451246_746066_861650057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-6206187935960897887</id><published>2011-10-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:29:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let it fade away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6206187935960897887?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6206187935960897887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>er.... i forgot what to blog about.........&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/5187861502662465156-1523981332562757100?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1523981332562757100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1523981332562757100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1523981332562757100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/er.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-537287813173630925</id><published>2011-10-25T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:28:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm bored again.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENmEkzn5SWM/TqarKZkyFAI/AAAAAAAAEsw/ifDHV1ZzKv0/s1600/Snapshot_20111025_15.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENmEkzn5SWM/TqarKZkyFAI/AAAAAAAAEsw/ifDHV1ZzKv0/s320/Snapshot_20111025_15.JPG" 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href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/537287813173630925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-im-bored-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/537287813173630925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/537287813173630925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-im-bored-again.html' title='when i&apos;m bored again.......'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-ENmEkzn5SWM/TqarKZkyFAI/AAAAAAAAEsw/ifDHV1ZzKv0/s72-c/Snapshot_20111025_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-6884853091897205860</id><published>2011-10-24T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:33:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angriness within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is gonna be a quite a long post. Pardon me for my typos and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I aren't feeling good, neither am I 100% sane.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna rant everything out.&lt;br /&gt;Being angry is one of the fked up emotion.&lt;br /&gt;And worst, what am I angry about? Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, sometimes being quiet or saying 'it's okay' or 'it's fine', stuff like that do mean something?&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I'm always like this.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of this and that, saying it's really fine but I'm hurting so bad inside.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking for others, putting yourself in another person's shoes and think. It's hard. Harder than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever try too hard, i always tell myself that. But it doesn't seem to work :s &lt;br /&gt;I break down fkin easily, so probably that's why there're so many people taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn and selfish, thinking whatever I insisted on is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;At times, i was proven wrong. And i lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I get angry at myself, not being able to satisfy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect, neither is anyone. But the worst thought, is feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;And also, useless.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I felt that way. It's terrible. Way too terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Always bringing in troubles and problems, i just appear to be some nuiscance.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, not being emo here. But seriously, I feel that my thoughts are being screwed up w things like these.&lt;br /&gt;I dwna be like this. I swear I don't. But...that's me.&lt;br /&gt;How I've grew up in 18years, I'm like this. &lt;br /&gt;Friends says i'm nice. strangers says i'm a hypocrite. or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Really tired. From everything. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have him w me, because he brighten up my thoughts, my life.&lt;br /&gt;'Hey baby, thank you.' -awarmhug-&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Facing reality in life, is what makes us even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lessons, have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6884853091897205860?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6884853091897205860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/angriness-within-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6884853091897205860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6884853091897205860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/angriness-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5507297508067867097</id><published>2011-10-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:07:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm angry. this time, i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5507297508067867097?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5507297508067867097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5507297508067867097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5507297508067867097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-3598074089209737194</id><published>2011-10-23T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:17:13.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im blessed. Ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3598074089209737194?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3598074089209737194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3598074089209737194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3598074089209737194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5991993694574571482</id><published>2011-10-23T08:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:38:39.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is running out for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cherish every moment, w you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5991993694574571482?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5991993694574571482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-is-running-out-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5991993694574571482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5991993694574571482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-is-running-out-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1347403226014918531</id><published>2011-10-23T07:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:56:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is not waiting, moving faster than before.&lt;br /&gt;I need to think straight. I need to think fast. &lt;br /&gt;I need to grow up, even more.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a friend, named 'Life'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1347403226014918531?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1347403226014918531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-is-not-waiting-moving-faster-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1347403226014918531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1347403226014918531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-is-not-waiting-moving-faster-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-9050084314878746828</id><published>2011-10-23T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:03:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as long as you're fine.&lt;div&gt;i'll cope with it, with every ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-9050084314878746828?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9050084314878746828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-long-as-youre-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9050084314878746828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9050084314878746828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-long-as-youre-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-9130907797578628866</id><published>2011-10-23T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:28:55.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was demoralised.&lt;div&gt;Self-reflected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-9130907797578628866?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9130907797578628866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-demoralised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9130907797578628866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/9130907797578628866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-demoralised.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6120545325578494036</id><published>2011-10-22T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:29:54.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>React with a right state of mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5187861502662465156-6120545325578494036?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6120545325578494036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/react-with-right-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6120545325578494036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6120545325578494036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/react-with-right-state-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5853389569987250509</id><published>2011-10-22T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:09:27.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a short conver with my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: what can u expect from a liar, a guy tht hit you? lol&lt;br /&gt;P: and i really want to emphasize to you tht, once a guy hit you, its really time for u to leave him&lt;br /&gt;P: in any way of abuse&lt;br /&gt;A: mhmm..&lt;br /&gt;P: im serious&lt;br /&gt;P: once a guy does it&lt;br /&gt;P: it will always happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the past go, lingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things worsen, like what I didn't expect. &lt;br /&gt;Getting more afraid each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5853389569987250509?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5853389569987250509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/had-short-conver-with-my-beloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5853389569987250509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5853389569987250509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/had-short-conver-with-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-29722254387296290</id><published>2011-10-21T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:20:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's fine. I'm fine. Perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I used to be, in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' fine. Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-29722254387296290?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/29722254387296290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/29722254387296290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/29722254387296290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7712811289121329496</id><published>2011-10-21T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T01:13:36.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heart. It's my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it. Understand it. Believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7712811289121329496?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7712811289121329496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7712811289121329496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7712811289121329496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1747607671286683137</id><published>2011-10-20T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:51:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suicidal thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even in the middle of night, nags don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Bills bills bills bills bills bills bills.&lt;br /&gt;Money money money money money money.&lt;br /&gt;If i'm a pain your ass, then why not just kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got used to those words already.&lt;br /&gt;But why does it hurt so much now, and I'm crying like some mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.47am. And I'm here, worrying and crying about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, or at least my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1747607671286683137?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1747607671286683137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/suicidal-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1747607671286683137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1747607671286683137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/suicidal-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7299877030950303249</id><published>2011-10-19T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:45:46.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do not confuse Virgo's kindness for weakness or confidence for arrogance."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is wrong, and then there is Virgo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos will treat you exactly how you treat them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos always have to let their opinion be heard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgo will talk to you about anything, except their feelings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos take everything offensive. Everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos love hard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If a Virgo is hurt or offended, they will never show it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos can be hopeless romantic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In a relationship, Virgos needs a lot of affection and attention."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos spoils their partner when in a relationship, but expects that same treatment in return."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos like friends that made them laugh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos value friendship and try to make their friends happy. Often too much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos are stubborn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When a Virgo is in a relationship, they would go all the way to make their partner happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Virgos are relationship-type of people, they don't enjoy being casual flings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7299877030950303249?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7299877030950303249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-confuse-virgos-kindness-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7299877030950303249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7299877030950303249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-confuse-virgos-kindness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2871817155514714200</id><published>2011-10-19T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:56:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escape from reality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;If a girl is silent, it's dangerous. They're either: about to blow up, need a hug, falling apart, crying inside, or all of the above.&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/5187861502662465156-2871817155514714200?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2871817155514714200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/escape-from-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2871817155514714200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2871817155514714200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/escape-from-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-281219883888114955</id><published>2011-10-18T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:42:11.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is short, way too short. &lt;div&gt;I'm aware of everything, every little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to do it because I don't want to regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, give me a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-281219883888114955?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/281219883888114955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-is-short-way-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/281219883888114955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/281219883888114955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-is-short-way-too-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-4602207527595144805</id><published>2011-10-18T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:44:44.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UyG1FG3H6rY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664685565046119570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXqkePSe93M/Tp0BgjTbXJI/AAAAAAAAEro/3lg4Dr3GRv8/s320/Snapshot_20111018_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 510px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664686096877821058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMtGZsRVOKk/Tp0B_gh_HII/AAAAAAAAEsA/Cb-aZgdReD4/s320/Snapshot_20111018_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-4602207527595144805?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4602207527595144805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4602207527595144805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4602207527595144805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/UyG1FG3H6rY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-2338738033048859670</id><published>2011-10-18T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:06:41.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_YtzsUdSC_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHVKLOF5RI4/TpxfusU081I/AAAAAAAAErQ/DBKqtL4T7gM/s320/seduction.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 546px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664507687102378834" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everything about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5187861502662465156-2338738033048859670?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2338738033048859670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-everything-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2338738033048859670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2338738033048859670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-everything-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/_YtzsUdSC_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-1304668724894567185</id><published>2011-10-17T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:27:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be healthy, like how I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Dear body, please get well. Don't prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I would love you more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;And take care of you more than before.&lt;br /&gt;So please, make this pain go away. I'm tired, of going to the place.&lt;br /&gt;The place that smells so sick, I don't like medicines.&lt;br /&gt;Giddymax, jiayou lingy. Just 6more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1304668724894567185?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1304668724894567185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-be-healthy-like-how-i-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1304668724894567185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1304668724894567185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-be-healthy-like-how-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-890682476264636042</id><published>2011-10-17T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:54:55.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart is breaking, no my heart broke.&lt;div&gt;I can't watch you leave, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-890682476264636042?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/890682476264636042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-is-breaking-no-my-heart-broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/890682476264636042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/890682476264636042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-is-breaking-no-my-heart-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-4001627104896012182</id><published>2011-10-17T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:15:45.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/38tgVNnhyfE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OP_MY8S6NRM/TpsdRnJm5ZI/AAAAAAAAEqo/_qz75cpghZs/s320/alone.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153144752792978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel alone, every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without anyone here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a terrible feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EBmxPFdBZg/TpsdcGm_5PI/AAAAAAAAEq4/TCkQJOPt8_E/s320/iwontleaveyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153324996257010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came along, went straight into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were there, always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel alone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you said you won't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv1VA6VkDJI/TpsdRHwveWI/AAAAAAAAEqE/P6tjdtaJ_Sw/s1600/youmadeiteasier.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv1VA6VkDJI/TpsdRHwveWI/AAAAAAAAEqE/P6tjdtaJ_Sw/s320/youmadeiteasier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153136326998370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made everything easier whenever I had a hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just you, your voice, your words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm already contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJTwUAfVots/TpsdRdAMT0I/AAAAAAAAEqg/axUziuNdalU/s320/cant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153142028947266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me fall in love with you, all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOwZp91u_U/TpsdRUBzpRI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/Ok81_OilLrs/s320/imtheblame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153139619800338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; But because of my stubbornness, paranoia, selfish thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was all ruined, everything just go haywired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I left you alone, just like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwP5Yvdyj5g/TpsdQ9yqkvI/AAAAAAAAEp8/cPHLDZ2qX9A/s1600/imy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwP5Yvdyj5g/TpsdQ9yqkvI/AAAAAAAAEp8/cPHLDZ2qX9A/s320/imy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664153133650711282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But despite those above, I really do miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you like there's no end at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pride? I don't give a fk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5187861502662465156-4001627104896012182?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4001627104896012182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-alone-every-single-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4001627104896012182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4001627104896012182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-alone-every-single-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/38tgVNnhyfE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-7441215968934051810</id><published>2011-10-17T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:56:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No where to turn to, no people to turn to.&lt;div&gt;Presently, not being emo. Sad, just sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart's breaking, and it's hurting so so so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear mind, you're being selfish today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Seriously why? I don't understand either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is at it's limit today, which a little thing could make it explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the verge to break down. I'm breaking down. Broke down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I go, crying like a crybaby, again.&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/5187861502662465156-7441215968934051810?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7441215968934051810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-where-to-turn-to-no-people-to-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7441215968934051810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7441215968934051810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-where-to-turn-to-no-people-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7741742392772627452</id><published>2011-10-17T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:40:39.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've nothing to say, but just crying.&lt;div&gt;Why must things always end up like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be patient w me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7741742392772627452?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7741742392772627452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-ive-nothing-to-say-but-just-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7741742392772627452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7741742392772627452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-ive-nothing-to-say-but-just-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5530704348857283776</id><published>2011-10-16T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T02:04:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey baby,&lt;div&gt;Happy 2months knowing you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to say, but mainly, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5530704348857283776?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5530704348857283776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-baby-happy-2months-knowing-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5530704348857283776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5530704348857283776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-baby-happy-2months-knowing-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6302689332637330086</id><published>2011-10-16T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:27:09.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so into different music / songs nowadays.&lt;div&gt;So many idols, and they're all females, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one, Utada Hikaru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's an amazing Japanese idol that I'm impressed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her songs are either in, of course Japanese, and also English!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her pronunciation for English, as a Japanese, is already considered good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omgeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japanese version :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/USqk9QAEddE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Version :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k9FtrjQP92k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another song that I'm obsessed with! Teeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3omAPgpXY2Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6302689332637330086?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6302689332637330086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-into-different-music-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6302689332637330086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6302689332637330086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-into-different-music-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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://img.youtube.com/vi/USqk9QAEddE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3074988829338871591</id><published>2011-10-14T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:04:59.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each time I feel this way, I hope to escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;Why make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, very. &lt;br /&gt;Just why, nobody listens to the words I say? &lt;br /&gt;I dwna try anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;Fight for me. Pull me back and say you need me.&lt;br /&gt;With loves, &lt;br /&gt;Lingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3074988829338871591?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3074988829338871591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/each-time-i-feel-this-way-i-hope-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3074988829338871591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3074988829338871591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/each-time-i-feel-this-way-i-hope-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5603090740284155386</id><published>2011-10-14T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:46:50.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5603090740284155386?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5603090740284155386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-try-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5603090740284155386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5603090740284155386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-try-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-8896131989391921033</id><published>2011-10-14T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:17:15.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-8896131989391921033?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8896131989391921033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/8896131989391921033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/8896131989391921033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-911699786862666715</id><published>2011-10-14T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:16:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjjiEpgnlyQ/Tpcc4cnDL5I/AAAAAAAAEpw/PWr_WeIpJTY/s1600/idiot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjjiEpgnlyQ/Tpcc4cnDL5I/AAAAAAAAEpw/PWr_WeIpJTY/s320/idiot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663026812519919506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-911699786862666715?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/911699786862666715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/911699786862666715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/911699786862666715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-mjjiEpgnlyQ/Tpcc4cnDL5I/AAAAAAAAEpw/PWr_WeIpJTY/s72-c/idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-4736211712036026136</id><published>2011-10-13T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T02:08:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back, my chest, my body, my head, my cramps..&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere is hurting so badly...&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, tolerate, lingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-4736211712036026136?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4736211712036026136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-back-my-chest-my-body-my-head-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4736211712036026136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/4736211712036026136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-back-my-chest-my-body-my-head-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2387150305077994525</id><published>2011-10-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:21:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOfHDBxLLHM/TpW-aallhTI/AAAAAAAAEpk/-ejCFiiJeqw/s1600/jealousy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOfHDBxLLHM/TpW-aallhTI/AAAAAAAAEpk/-ejCFiiJeqw/s320/jealousy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662641467511113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2387150305077994525?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2387150305077994525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2387150305077994525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2387150305077994525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/facts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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/-HOfHDBxLLHM/TpW-aallhTI/AAAAAAAAEpk/-ejCFiiJeqw/s72-c/jealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-7267204957512481091</id><published>2011-10-12T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:14:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must Singtel be so slow at this time? &lt;br /&gt;Took so long to boot up mio.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call, but too late. &lt;br /&gt;Aish, singtel ah singtel. Thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-7267204957512481091?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7267204957512481091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-must-singtel-be-so-slow-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7267204957512481091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/7267204957512481091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-must-singtel-be-so-slow-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6195255891776268101</id><published>2011-10-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:56:50.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for upsetting you, all the times.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself, and i suuuccckkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6195255891776268101?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-5001836206546445203</id><published>2011-10-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:50:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is my chest hurting so bad...?&lt;div&gt;dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5001836206546445203?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5001836206546445203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-is-my-chest-hurting-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5001836206546445203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5001836206546445203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-is-my-chest-hurting-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-7529082187437040568</id><published>2011-10-11T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:10:29.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZcqZYClTF0/TpPBoE-8XFI/AAAAAAAAEpY/kOQNPcCLloI/s1600/Romeo-and-Juliet-Print-C10282861.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZcqZYClTF0/TpPBoE-8XFI/AAAAAAAAEpY/kOQNPcCLloI/s320/Romeo-and-Juliet-Print-C10282861.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662082050811518034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you're my romeo, i'm your juliet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5187861502662465156-7529082187437040568?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7529082187437040568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3164848752343039414</id><published>2011-10-11T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:05:22.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Logged in audi, but couldn't get into any channels.&lt;div&gt;that suuuuckkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm fighting against it, as much as I can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can do it, i can do it, i can do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3164848752343039414?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3164848752343039414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/logged-in-audi-but-couldnt-get-into-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3164848752343039414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3164848752343039414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/logged-in-audi-but-couldnt-get-into-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1170378645627877498</id><published>2011-10-11T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:45:15.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only 10mins.... and i am missing you already ):&lt;div&gt;kthxbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1170378645627877498?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1170378645627877498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-only-10mins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1170378645627877498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1170378645627877498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-only-10mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6679031043630198406</id><published>2011-10-11T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:04:47.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;div&gt;AHFK, I FEEL SO FKED UP NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO LOST, AISH. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that idk what to do to keep you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO STUPID, AISH.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; that idk something is bothering you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO IDIOTIC, AISH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY AM I SO ... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in love w you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6679031043630198406?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6679031043630198406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6679031043630198406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6679031043630198406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-6284172913129488217</id><published>2011-10-10T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:53:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;I'm in pain, so much pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing you like this, it hurts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna share everything w you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, open up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-6284172913129488217?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6284172913129488217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6284172913129488217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/6284172913129488217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-770831395801737401</id><published>2011-10-10T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:18:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm worried. Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-770831395801737401?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/770831395801737401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/770831395801737401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/770831395801737401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-2234043174433525553</id><published>2011-10-09T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T07:01:11.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear aunt, thank you for calling up, because afterall, you're one of the best mom.&lt;br /&gt;I felt safe after talking to you, i felt relieved. &lt;br /&gt;I know my conditions well enough, and I will be strong to overcome it. &lt;br /&gt;You gave me advices and such, in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already grateful, thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be someone, I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let them know? Or should I keep to my first intention?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to let you know about it, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;when will we talk, like usual, again?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-2234043174433525553?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2234043174433525553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-aunt-thank-you-for-calling-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2234043174433525553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/2234043174433525553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-aunt-thank-you-for-calling-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5228350469780158439</id><published>2011-10-08T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:53:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screwed up, looking at these.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;antibiotics, pain relief, panadols, blood tests, urine tests.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When will it ever end?&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/5187861502662465156-5228350469780158439?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5228350469780158439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-up-looking-at-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5228350469780158439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5228350469780158439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-up-looking-at-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-5777612601889164213</id><published>2011-10-08T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:41:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still believe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would turn back to me, and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aish why am I crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lingy you're strong enough to handle this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You believe in him, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But why are you crying ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because it hurts? But don't you know you've hurt him too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You felt apologetic? Then why do you keep hurting him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leave him? Are you stupid to think that would solve the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, you don't know what to do? Every part of you is hurting, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your cramps, your gastric, your head, your bruises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the most painful part, is your heart, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All these will be gone, soon. So cherish whatever you have now, lingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ruined everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-5777612601889164213?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5777612601889164213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-still-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5777612601889164213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/5777612601889164213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-still-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-4035572885149931074</id><published>2011-10-08T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:29:28.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doubts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many 'why's in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main thing is, why am I the one going through all these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope one day people will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because, I'm probably fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/5187861502662465156-4035572885149931074?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187861502662465156.post-3426603907853533412</id><published>2011-10-08T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:21:06.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If, one day I'm not here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's not think too much, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-3426603907853533412?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3426603907853533412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-one-day-im-not-here-anymore-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3426603907853533412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/3426603907853533412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-one-day-im-not-here-anymore-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15034859295000786881</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-5187861502662465156.post-1197445354784680269</id><published>2011-10-08T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:35:34.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These pain are draining my energy, &lt;br /&gt;Making me feel more exhausted day by day. &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to doubt my own health.&lt;br /&gt;What if....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5187861502662465156-1197445354784680269?l=z-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1197445354784680269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-pain-are-draining-my-energy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1197445354784680269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5187861502662465156/posts/default/1197445354784680269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z-lovee.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-pain-are-draining-my-energy.html' 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