<?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-13238469</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:08:46.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>think simple.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238469.post-4057273404404825849</id><published>2010-05-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:02:00.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You melted my heart, now, you froze my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Each time my heart skipped a beat, you made it cooled and calm.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the end for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You made it stop. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my heart could continue live for you, could continue beating for you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, your smiles, your crap, your laughter, and your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm devastated. Not each time I'm the inferior, I gotta listen to you,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta react to your commands.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta listen to your every advice.&lt;br /&gt;And not each time, you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could stand in your own shoes and understand yourself; expecting us to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Why not you yourself stand in our shoes, to experience all the shit you are giving to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your closest, every morning when you wake up, you see me.&lt;br /&gt;Every night before you sink into deep dreams, you see me.&lt;br /&gt;why me whom you execute into tantrums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why I could absorb your tantrums again and again,&lt;br /&gt;But just a slight unwilling and short reply, you gotta make a big fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dear wen, I'm willing to give up everything just for you.&lt;br /&gt;Though it might sound fairytale, it might sound mighty.&lt;br /&gt;I just do it willingly from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know when I'm down at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Neither will you know when I'm raining tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to know how important you are,&lt;br /&gt;How much I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-4057273404404825849?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4057273404404825849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=4057273404404825849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4057273404404825849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4057273404404825849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-melted-my-heart-now-you-froze-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-5865263194840614924</id><published>2010-03-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:00:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for once in my life, I felt secured and blissful. Nothing have I done to force myself to get into a relationship. I've longed so much for my true love, for my one and only, worthed working hard to live on and despatch myself to another half, and that's low wei wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man right here, he's simple. He would give in his all to the one he loves and cared nothing about his losses or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy over here, I know him through one of my friend and it was sweet of him to fetch me from yishun to jurong. And when I texted to say loads of thank you, he said, he only did it for me.. Though he's one who always does all the sweet talking, but i still believe he gives his heart wholeheartedly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-5865263194840614924?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5865263194840614924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=5865263194840614924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/5865263194840614924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/5865263194840614924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-once-in-my-life-i-felt-secured-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-8418944843393816136</id><published>2009-11-05T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:35:22.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent seen ken&amp;amp;nicole for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt a torture not able to meet ken, but in fact it was a period for me to rejuvenate my feelings for him once again.&lt;br /&gt;ive thought through, that no matter how tough it's gonna be, i'll still stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;i dnt wanna be someone who gives up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i came back to panjang and see nicole.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you the most touching scene.&lt;br /&gt;was that, she ran out and "call" out of my presence.&lt;br /&gt;she practically misses my presence for the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;she ran even faster than me and followed whereever i went.&lt;br /&gt;i commanded her to come, she'll come, i told her to go, she'll go..&lt;br /&gt;because she usually wasnt like that.. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking touched by her actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from nicole, lets come to talk abt ken.&lt;br /&gt;he was sooo happy to see that i've come.&lt;br /&gt;he couldnt stop smiling and laughing at himself.. (:&lt;br /&gt;this kinda happiness is cannot be purchased by $$.&lt;br /&gt;this night was my happiest night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-8418944843393816136?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8418944843393816136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=8418944843393816136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/8418944843393816136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/8418944843393816136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-havent-seen-ken-for-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-8737645686237245963</id><published>2009-10-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T04:03:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently have been catching up alot with my pri sch mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong session, sentosa etc.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to pool someday, but have yet for all to be available!&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of bored not working now, am looking forward to working life again, before i start going to school probably next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann, halloween party with kenny and guys this coming sat.&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, it's gonna be my first time celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i didnt think of celebrating it at all!&lt;br /&gt;ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;though it's kind of noob, but, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just brought this little girl down for a walk and poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;when i proposed to bring her down, she was excited till she was gonna bark!&lt;br /&gt;ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;caught some pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthQ0bYYj7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIqki3PfOWU/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393149415409618866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthQ0bYYj7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIqki3PfOWU/s200/DSC00014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthROqWHIXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VGQKMIh7gQY/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393149866103218546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthROqWHIXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VGQKMIh7gQY/s200/DSC00019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthQdCKmZFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/B29JM6SXzGg/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393149013503927378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthQdCKmZFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/B29JM6SXzGg/s200/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's adorable right! (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to timah later, the guys are playing billard.&lt;br /&gt;and the girls are left abandoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-8737645686237245963?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8737645686237245963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=8737645686237245963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/8737645686237245963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/8737645686237245963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/recently-have-been-catching-up-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SthQ0bYYj7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iIqki3PfOWU/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238469.post-4845411190161451047</id><published>2009-10-12T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:06:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a havoc day.&lt;br /&gt;SAT.&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa with my primary school mates when it was pouring damn heavily at jurong.&lt;br /&gt;just had the urge of taking a cab down, but i found it pointless, i'll still gotta take the monorail from vivo down. so i was like, "forget it, waste money."&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i took bus, train and monorail down to sentosa, siloso beach.&lt;br /&gt;gathered with my mates after so much hassle of  calls and smses; couldnt even search the souls of them!&lt;br /&gt;didnt want to sun-tan at all, but the sun just appeared like that, and i didnt apply sun block lotion. so there goes  my skin.&lt;br /&gt;played volleyball etc, and saw chen han wei with his large group of guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt really cared at all cos it's a common scene at siloso beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bath after that and i had to rush back home to celebrate my dad's birthday, 10-10-09.&lt;br /&gt;brought my family and ken to steamboat at bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;the food there was really fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;EAT-ALL-YOU-CAN.&lt;br /&gt;a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to st james to celebrate tian quan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;they drank and drank and drank.&lt;br /&gt;so, many of them lost their minds, whereas i didnt, because i didnt even had a single sip!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to join my pri mates at powerhouse, but it was so damn pack.&lt;br /&gt;"forget it."&lt;br /&gt;yea, 4/5 of the group were drunk, and all of us headed back home at around 4 plus?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;we were shagged out, there goes the next afternoon, spent on sleeping. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos were uploaded in fb if you guys want them.&lt;br /&gt;chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-4845411190161451047?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4845411190161451047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=4845411190161451047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4845411190161451047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4845411190161451047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-havoc-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-7378714347344102250</id><published>2009-10-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:20:00.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i simply dont understand &lt;strong&gt;ken tee chai huat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why we seldom have time tgt, be it having more time tgt to understand each other more, or go out to slack etc. we just cant have it.&lt;br /&gt;i dnt understand why we just cant communicate and have common interests.&lt;br /&gt;things you can do, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;things i make mistake, you said i cant and shouldn't, but yet you can and you have all the reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;what i joke, c'mon, people, &lt;strong&gt;just laugh at me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realised that life is full of regrets. really full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;past few months, past two years, there're so many opportunities for me and i gave them up.&lt;br /&gt;be it &lt;em&gt;"super-nice-guys"&lt;/em&gt; or working opportunities, i missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been walking the wrong pathway, i realised, yet, i still chose to continue.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me, whether i'm really stupid or i'm too a smart aleck to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am lost, and i just want to follow the tempo of your desire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant keep up the footsteps of your life.&lt;br /&gt;i have adjusted to your life, but you have changed your pathway too fast that i cant keep them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i'm too into this relationship or i'm just used to you.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, i do know over thousands over multiples that &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU, TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really do not know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i really do not you if you really loved me before, or now you're just taking me as a companion.&lt;br /&gt;whenever you want me to be there, i'll be there (cos i'm always there).&lt;br /&gt;because i simply &lt;strong&gt;cant feel&lt;/strong&gt; any part of you being my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always been telling people in front of them that you want to &lt;em&gt;marry me la&lt;/em&gt;, you want to &lt;em&gt;buy me gifts&lt;/em&gt; and stuffs just that you didnt have the finance to buy.&lt;br /&gt;now, i just keep thinking that you didnt even have the heart to buy gifts at all, and you didnt intend to marry me at all in the future.&lt;br /&gt;because you bloody hell dont know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;you are just, the fact, taking a step at a time and see how things goes, and not planned for things.&lt;br /&gt;you are waiting for things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything "wonderful" and things which "sounded nice" are just for a show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, now, i really find it a joke.&lt;br /&gt;i find this relationship a joke, i find you a joke. i find us being tgt a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i dont feel you being my partner at all.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i felt before, but that was a short period of time of a few weeks, practically speaking was only apply to the period before you woo-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;after i became your "&lt;em&gt;burden&lt;/em&gt;", you changed totally.&lt;br /&gt;actions, showing concern, loving me, things to tell me that everything was all right, changes totally.&lt;br /&gt;from bad to worse, from worse to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can even have nightmare of you, you and only you.&lt;br /&gt;why? and whats happening?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lack of sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lack of your concern telling me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"with me, everything is gonna be alright."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and giving me a hug and a kiss on my forehead assuring me each word you said is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing of these happened before.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember the happy times we were together.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;how are we going to walk down the aisle together?&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/strong&gt; doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I WILL SURVIVE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-7378714347344102250?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7378714347344102250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=7378714347344102250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7378714347344102250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7378714347344102250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-simply-dont-understand-ken-tee-chai.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-3556449967859245698</id><published>2009-09-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:00:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just suddenly remember the past me.&lt;br /&gt;how bitchy i was to relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but that wasnt just my fault.&lt;br /&gt;there's was a cause and consequences.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do remember how dear and i went to cineleisure one fine night and watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;after that, he cabbed me back to amk.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet was he..&lt;br /&gt;during the movie, how sweet was he to try to hold my hands..&lt;br /&gt;memories are so sweet to remember and recall.&lt;br /&gt;because they just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want now is just to earn more money and save them up for my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;no matter who i marry to, i'll still hold on to the thin hope that i could have very own house, my very own car, my very own sweet caring husband. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. now gonna be back to facebook and play bejewled blitz though i've been playing for hours! ((x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-3556449967859245698?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3556449967859245698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=3556449967859245698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/3556449967859245698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/3556449967859245698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-suddenly-remember-past-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-1485409707308277410</id><published>2009-09-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:00:01.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting in this cold and lonely showroom,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to find things to do.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast, and i'm feeling tired and unwell now.&lt;br /&gt;noodles i ate was full of oil and unhealthy contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facing the four walls of the room, i just wanna fall aslp.&lt;br /&gt;but boss is here! on a off-in-lieu holiday. ):&lt;br /&gt;manager isnt here, so i was lucky that i was being nagged at for my lateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming fri! yes! it's e day of my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;just wonder if it could go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;irene isnt going with me cos di ah pek said it isnt suitable for her.&lt;br /&gt;told her to stay in car trade.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i need to go home and get my O level's cert etc.&lt;br /&gt;it's troublesome, but i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;need to find it asap, cos actually, i forgot where i've placed all my certs!&lt;br /&gt;hope my mom didnt take it as rubbish and threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of my relatives know that i'm going for audition for silkair.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to explain to them my absence from singapore when i'm away?? haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;i guess by the time i'll tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant be bothered whether i've time for everyone else but just concentrate on work and increase my savings!&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine how my life's gonna be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;because, i dont know if my dear will let go of this relationship between us due to lesser time tgt.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know, neither do i dare to even think! )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as ive said, i just wanna concentrate on saving money for house, car, and family. (:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's a better goal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, but i'll just try. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-1485409707308277410?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1485409707308277410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=1485409707308277410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/1485409707308277410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/1485409707308277410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-in-this-cold-and-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-92318041441132854</id><published>2009-09-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:00:00.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear is really such a bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a look at what he did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHDvlUm13I/AAAAAAAAAZk/g3UZFMwn7wc/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382298251924264818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHDvlUm13I/AAAAAAAAAZk/g3UZFMwn7wc/s200/DSC00065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHEBmeyCLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nkiZrB8esQc/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382298561473022130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHEBmeyCLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nkiZrB8esQc/s200/DSC00066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHEVvtA3nI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xOdSGcwNO24/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382298907546017394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHEVvtA3nI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xOdSGcwNO24/s200/DSC00067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHE32nhdYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pxd-IoFFS9o/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382299493517587842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHE32nhdYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pxd-IoFFS9o/s200/DSC00070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it's worse. blue black! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken photos of nicole tee, omgz. she's darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's in facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEARDEARDEARDEAR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOOO SEEE!! (:&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/13238469-92318041441132854?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/92318041441132854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=92318041441132854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/92318041441132854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/92318041441132854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dear-is-really-such-bully-take-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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/_wSg9pbc6ntU/SrHDvlUm13I/AAAAAAAAAZk/g3UZFMwn7wc/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13238469.post-7082679349235329856</id><published>2009-09-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:05:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i was able to convince my customer to take out cash for their car.&lt;div&gt;PHEW!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now sitting here typing these words, i'm feeling super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night accompanied my bf watched taiwan drama though i've finished watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when the time was up, i slept immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im feeling so hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am so lazy to move and walk to canteen to get something to eat. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could you come and accompany me to have lunch??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, i know it's impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my dear is very very lazy to ride his bike over to accompany me to have just a lunch. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone wants mahjong tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or wants to sing ktv, or wanna club tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ON it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-7082679349235329856?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7082679349235329856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=7082679349235329856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7082679349235329856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7082679349235329856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-i-was-able-to-convince-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-4477632359816715725</id><published>2009-09-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:16:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>giving up everything.&lt;div&gt;might as well be dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-4477632359816715725?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4477632359816715725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=4477632359816715725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4477632359816715725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/4477632359816715725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/giving-up-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-3359929440690698191</id><published>2009-09-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:56:49.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is another, had "BRunch" and reads the timing of 1.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;time is crawling like a snail and i really feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;anytime, i can just fall aslp. &lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;past two days i was on-off.&lt;br /&gt;and i had been spending my time outside. and last time, watched taiwan drama.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, watched till 5am. &lt;br /&gt;couldnt helped but just sleep while dear is still opening his eyes away with the show.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i m gonna watch it in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;yet not accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;sold car, but loan hasnt been apporoved.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;haywire mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just called dear,&lt;br /&gt;he's having tea break with his friend at a coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;it's been hours leh dear! dont need to sell car ah?&lt;br /&gt;like that we need to eat grass for the month. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had a long time outside; pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;friend's chalet blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;chit-chatted with jun ru, and found that the other time she and yq quarreled, both did have wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;but i just listened, cant really be bothered, cos it's just too complicated. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online shopping again!&lt;br /&gt;i've set aside 50 bucks for it.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, wonder if dear will be angry if he sees it. ):&lt;br /&gt;irene tay la, lure me into the website and "keng" me to buy! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its alright.. &lt;br /&gt;boss is back, customer coming.&lt;br /&gt;gonna log off.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-3359929440690698191?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3359929440690698191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=3359929440690698191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/3359929440690698191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/3359929440690698191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-another-had-brunch-and-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-7983509135790231597</id><published>2009-09-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:31:16.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DEAREST KEN TEE CHAI HUAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've never known that i've loved you so deeply till i can't pull myself back from this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you made me fall so deeply into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though some times, our thinking are different, but i'll do my best to suit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;simply because i do not wanna lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i rather i give in, and make things simpler and easier to handle than to dig pounds of quarrel to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just wanna love you for as long as i live, not forever, though i hope that it can be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though 19 this year, i've already hoped to walk down the aisle on the red carpet with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and proudly recognize that, yes, you are the one, the one and only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these few months, though not long, we've been through quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we've learnt many lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i do not know if you have, but yes, i have learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;despite being tough and rocky sometimes, but we know there's nothing in the world that's perfectly fitted for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i also wouldn't want things to be too perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if not, we wont know the difference and know what's bliss, what's happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i type off these words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was just killing some of my boredom and used words to show that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I, LOO MINYI DEBORAH, PLEDGE TO LOVE KEN TEE CHAI HUAT FOR AS LONG AS SHE LIVES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the end. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-7983509135790231597?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7983509135790231597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=7983509135790231597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7983509135790231597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7983509135790231597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dearest-ken-tee-chai-huat.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><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-13238469.post-7742118659244017490</id><published>2009-09-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:02:56.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after so long, im back to post something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after two rainy days, the sun finally came out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was able to make it to office just in time before my manager and boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*wipes away cold sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i overslept today! oh my. supposedly wake up at 9am,LATEST, but i woke up at 936am. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it sounds pretty horrible, but oh well, i'm used to it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after working for several months of few off-days per month which was only 1 off-day/ week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally the scheme have changed to be more humane- work 1 day, off 1 day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pretty shiok, but this also means that i have lesser time to serve customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was lucky to have my off-days same as dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;simply because he usually doesnt bring me out, whether to chill or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so now, with my off-days, i hope to spend more valuable and unforgettable times with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes, when i was alone, i've always been thinking of how to change my views of things and my character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am i really not mature enough? or, i am mature, but i've yet to learn more things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh. environment really can change a person's personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;previously, i was someone who's really possessive and totally thinks thats my bf has to be at my side every single sec other than work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;however, i'm currently immune or rather numb to the fact that my dear always goes out and left me alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whenever i am alone, i'll seek all opportunities to make myself occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like, do some laundry, watch drama series, play online game, plan my stuffs etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when time's up, i'll switch off the lights and fall aslp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea. pretty part of me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;previously, i'll really stay awake and wait for my partner to come home, after which, we'll end up with a quarrel to our sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh, frankly speaking, quarreling every single day is really tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even if it doesn't consume any energy, it does consume a lot of saliva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so dear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont make me angry okie. dont let any chance of quarrel seize our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dear, i've spend quite some time to do this image up my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you didnt know i've got a blog right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha, now you know. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, other than that, i've read jun ru's post today on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i do not know how to describe my feelings after reading that post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really do know how she was feeling, exactly, each single lump of uneasiness; i truly understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i myself experienced before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i broke up with keith, i am hoping things could come back, but i know it's really impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hence, crying is my forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but now, i've walked through that dark valley and picked myself up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, deborah's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i do not know when i can share this with jun ru, but perhaps, one day she'll learn something from it even if the broken pieces cant be back at the places they used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thurs&amp;amp;fri are my off-days! whoo. i'm really happy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dear, make me happy! and i'll make you happy! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13238469-7742118659244017490?l=movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7742118659244017490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13238469&amp;postID=7742118659244017490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7742118659244017490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13238469/posts/default/7742118659244017490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://movingclosertoyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-so-long-im-back-to-post-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Loo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
