<?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-10892229</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:24:21.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerald's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gerald</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10892229.post-8707876545642057279</id><published>2012-02-14T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:37:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;On this day, you've made my mind think.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Giving you happiness and treating any other day like valentine's day apparently isn't enough for you.&lt;br/&gt;We had agreed to spend it on a different day.&lt;br/&gt;I now know that you only agreed for the sake of it. Because I didn't give you much of a choice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My thoughts and realization is that, I don't think I'm the one for you.&lt;br/&gt;You want me to be like everyone else.&lt;br/&gt;Most guys don't give a girl flowers on a normal day or a day without occasion because they feel embarrassed, shy or find it weird.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most girls only get one flower a year. Or are given flowers once a year only.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm sorry for being different and unwilling to pay for an extremely overpriced Rose.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you want someone else, your ex even.&lt;br/&gt;Let me know and we shan't waste anymore time being together.&lt;br/&gt;Clearly, i screwed up valentine's day for you and me.&lt;br/&gt;If I can't make you happy on this day then what's the point right?&lt;br/&gt;So even if I can make you happy on any other day it means nothing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I now know which day of every year that all girls judge a man with.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is not unconditional love, it's not even love at all. It's just being materialistic. If without materials, you can get sad and cry. Then clearly I'm not needed in the picture.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-8707876545642057279?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8707876545642057279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8707876545642057279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8707876545642057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8707876545642057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2012/02/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-9067129745133191838</id><published>2012-02-11T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:21:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I sort of knew this man. Didn't know him that well but he's one of the nicest people I've ever met. Willing to do anything for the people he loves and cares for.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What happened to him was...he committed suicide.&lt;br/&gt;Why?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, he had an unreasonable wife/queen, 3 princesses.&lt;br/&gt;He worked 2 jobs to keep everyone happy, all but himself.&lt;br/&gt;To Him, keeping his loved ones happy is happiness for him, I admired his sincerity.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because of his 2 jobs, he lacked time with the family.&lt;br/&gt;He had no time for himself at all, even did all the house chores because his wife did not like hard labour, and his daughters were too spoilt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He gets scolded by his wife for not spending time with them, but they failed to realize that everything he does is for everyone but himself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;His wife ended up cheating on him, daughters ignored him as the lack of time made them grow apart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When he found out, he felt so much shock, betrayal and yet, he sort of knew it would happen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He carried on doing what he did, loving everyone, keeping everyone happy. Till the day his wife asked for a divorce.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;His daughters didn't even care that their mother was cheating, instead they told their father that he deserved it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;An hour later, he jumped off the building.&lt;br/&gt;No funeral was held by his family and only his brother went to see him off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two weeks passed, the house was a mess, they had a notice to pay their housing loan and electric bills. Only then, did they start to realize.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was too late. After three months, they were all living on the streets. The wife was dumped by her affair.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They cried for weeks. Placing all the puzzle pieces back together just to realize that the man they drove to his grave, is the only man in the world, that would die for them, love them with all his heart, care for everyone else but himself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Such betrayal.&lt;br/&gt;Take your man for granted and you'll only realize what you lost when you drive him away.&lt;br/&gt;By that time, you'll never get him back, neither will you ever find another that will love you that much.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is why I, do things for love.&lt;br/&gt;Love is everything to me.&lt;br/&gt;It's my life, my entire world.&lt;br/&gt;Patience only lasts that long.&lt;br/&gt;I can do anything and everything for someone I love.&lt;br/&gt;But if I'm taken for granted, I can confirm...that you will regret it the rest of your life. Because you will feel the guilt, that you never deserved a man like me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's not all about you, girls.&lt;br/&gt;Look at the big picture. Don't be selfish.&lt;br/&gt;Keep that mindset and you'll be divorced, dumped, left in the streets.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time for a change.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-9067129745133191838?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9067129745133191838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=9067129745133191838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/9067129745133191838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/9067129745133191838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2012/02/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4499146338218207182</id><published>2012-02-11T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:27:36.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;There's no point saying those three words anymore. Because whenever you're troubled,  you don't care about my feelings. when I'm troubled I still gotta ensure your happiness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I say those three words so many times and I get pure silence from you whenever you're thinking of something. I don't get it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You say you don't feel like going out today, then after 3 hours you ask to meet me cos you want to see me.&lt;br/&gt;It's not that I don't want to see you too but what if I had made plans already during that period because you didn't want to meet today?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes I just wish you can make up your mind. You reject me then accept me again. When I reject your offer, it's all my fault. But you don't realize you rejected me first.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's all about you. Mistakes are all caused by me. Everything is my fault, I'm to blame for all.&lt;br/&gt;How do you expect me to enjoy my supper?&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-4499146338218207182?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4499146338218207182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4499146338218207182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4499146338218207182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4499146338218207182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-point.html' title='No point'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-8207127986381792452</id><published>2012-02-01T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:13:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Just asked a few friends about this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My conclusion to girls is that if you want to deliberately reject your man from his needs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You will regret it in the end. Men don't cheat for no reason.&lt;br/&gt;Sex is not dirty.&lt;br/&gt;It's about connecting romance and faith.&lt;br/&gt;Building bonds with one another and getting closer to one another.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When that void is not filled, men find alternatives.&lt;br/&gt;Either self service or finding someone else that is willing to get closer with them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everyone wants a sense of belonging, a connection with their partner.&lt;br/&gt;Men and women have different ways of doing so.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Don't judge a man for his needs.&lt;br/&gt;Men are born like this, it's only natural.&lt;br/&gt;Like how men don't judge women on wasting money on things they either use once or don't even need at all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's like employers and employees.&lt;br/&gt;Employers are always able to find a cheaper better replacement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In life, you may love someone but when the other doesn't love you as much.&lt;br/&gt;It takes time but it's not impossible to find another replacement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take a listen to Adele's song titled 'Someone Like You'&lt;br/&gt;Because she couldn't get the man she loves, she plans to find someone that's a close match even if it's not him.&lt;br/&gt;It sounds like she is 'settling' for someone else.&lt;br/&gt;But facts are that she cannot have Him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When two are truly in love and connected there will be no void.&lt;br/&gt;So in actual fact, she isn't 'settling'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That guy just isn't the one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When a guy loves a woman, he becomes a yes man to her as much as possible.&lt;br/&gt;Though it's different for the woman because they have a mind of their own, they have more wants and needs than just their partner in life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The rare few stand out from the crowd and keep faith in the minority of men that run into them.&lt;br/&gt;That's life.&lt;br/&gt;And that's that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;End.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-8207127986381792452?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8207127986381792452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8207127986381792452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8207127986381792452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8207127986381792452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2012/02/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-3285006712712318087</id><published>2012-01-29T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:43:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Pain...&lt;br/&gt;What is pain.&lt;br/&gt;I feel none.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blood...&lt;br/&gt;Just a pigment of red&lt;br/&gt;Mixed with water&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's a shame.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-3285006712712318087?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3285006712712318087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=3285006712712318087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3285006712712318087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3285006712712318087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2012/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-898466468950741925</id><published>2011-12-27T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:54:35.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If I didn't love you do much.&lt;br/&gt;Everything you say will go right past me.&lt;br/&gt;But the fact is, I do.&lt;br/&gt;And everything goes straight to my heart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If love was just a game, we'd all be players jumping in and out of the game whenever we feel like it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm not doing that.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-898466468950741925?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/898466468950741925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=898466468950741925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/898466468950741925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/898466468950741925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2011/12/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4996220824000341967</id><published>2011-12-26T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:41:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Sometimes I feel, like I am stuck behind the wheel.&lt;br/&gt;The wheel of possibility, where ever it may roll...&lt;br/&gt;Give it a spin, see if we can somehow factor in.&lt;br/&gt;I know that there is, more than one way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You're hot and you're cold, you're yes and you're no, you're in and you're out, you're up and you're down. You're wrong when it's right, you're black then it's white, we fight we break up, we kiss we make up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Doopdeedoopdoopdoop.&lt;br/&gt;Awaiting her reply and so many songs pop into my head. Lol.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day when .... Gone. Everyone would ....... Back and wonder.&lt;br/&gt;Did ...... ........ Do it.&lt;br/&gt;A letter is .... .... Remains.&lt;br/&gt;Within a ..... ..... Of memories.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-4996220824000341967?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4996220824000341967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4996220824000341967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4996220824000341967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4996220824000341967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-reply.html' title='No reply'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-2624472513201247549</id><published>2011-12-26T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:28:57.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br/&gt;*deep sigh*&lt;br/&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br/&gt;Gerald: I'm such a disappointment.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-2624472513201247549?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2624472513201247549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=2624472513201247549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2624472513201247549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2624472513201247549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-2871771650565894818</id><published>2011-12-12T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:12:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howwwwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I need an angel, a savior.&lt;br/&gt;My heart beats so fast for her.&lt;br/&gt;Whenever she send me a message or when I hear her voice and when I see her!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just wanna grab her and kiss her!&lt;br/&gt;I've never felt this anxious over anybody before.&lt;br/&gt;My heart beats so fast I feel as though it's gonna explode.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel like shedding a tear whenever I see her.&lt;br/&gt;I have never EVER been this happy before!!!&lt;br/&gt;I wanna tell the whole world!&lt;br/&gt;But I'm pretty sure no one's gonna care. Lol.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I need help, I don't want to be clingy.&lt;br/&gt;I don't want to end up pushing her away.&lt;br/&gt;I must refrain myself, I must!&lt;br/&gt;Well, I have to try... Lol!&lt;br/&gt;Im laughing to myself! I could be going crazy.&lt;br/&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pretty sure I was nuts a long time ago. Hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just had a thought, a day-dream in the night so to speak. Lol.&lt;br/&gt;That if I ever heard those three words from her, I might cry so many happy tears I could create a puddle.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tomorrow, I'm gonna find a way to hide this blog so certain people can read it only. I don't want her or her friends reading my thoughts and heartfelt words. Call me selfish Mr.Blog but I must not reveal my weaknesses or I might end up back to square one.&lt;br/&gt;Phew...that's a load off my chest. Lol!&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-2871771650565894818?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2871771650565894818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=2871771650565894818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2871771650565894818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2871771650565894818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2011/12/howwwwwwww.html' title='Howwwwwwww'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-5409428450938851871</id><published>2011-09-02T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:17:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:13px;color:#FF0000;'&gt;We had it all,&lt;br/&gt;That was the beginning.&lt;br/&gt;The very first date,&lt;br/&gt;Feels like yesterday.&lt;br/&gt;Best first date of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quarrels started,&lt;br/&gt;Rolling in like water.&lt;br/&gt;We grew distant,&lt;br/&gt;Miles apart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A knock on the door,&lt;br/&gt;I was on cloud 9.&lt;br/&gt;Back down to earth,&lt;br/&gt;She took her things.&lt;br/&gt;That was the start of an ending.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On my knees,&lt;br/&gt;Begging her.&lt;br/&gt;Tears rolling,&lt;br/&gt;Uncontrollably.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I Stand on the ledge,&lt;br/&gt;Looking down.&lt;br/&gt;I feel lower,&lt;br/&gt;Than the ground.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You called,&lt;br/&gt;Held me back.&lt;br/&gt;The story continues,&lt;br/&gt;With nothing changed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Knowing it would come to this,&lt;br/&gt;I could never get ready.&lt;br/&gt;I shout to the skies,&lt;br/&gt;Asking Him why.&lt;br/&gt;He gave no reply.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I say...&lt;br/&gt;Goodbye Love Story.&lt;br/&gt;You've got endless pages.&lt;br/&gt;A sea of ink to be written with.&lt;br/&gt;Sadly, the story stops here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Written by: Gerald Poh Jun Wen&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/10892229-5409428450938851871?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5409428450938851871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=5409428450938851871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5409428450938851871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5409428450938851871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='Why I hate goodbyes'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-1020865208697698736</id><published>2009-09-28T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:54:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not what everyone expects it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happens to fools that fall in Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happens to fools that get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do we fall head over heels instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Love isn't what it used to be anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cheating and assumptions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Its the other way around now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When things keep adding to the stack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why don't we let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Is it because we are all afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Is it because we have lost too much before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I doubt it, for my case at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Its because we fell, too deep into the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now we all can't swim out of it, and we drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sometimes goodbye is a second chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet...do we want a second chance with someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No matter how many people tell us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why can't we all just, let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason....is because we truly love the other.&lt;br /&gt;We end up lying to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that things will get better...Wishing..&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;The only miracle that can happen,&lt;br /&gt;Is when the other, realises that their truly in Love as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can't let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurts too much though not for the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We hang on awhile longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then turn up, dead in a coffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The only way of letting go in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whether or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are haunted by the same memory as ghosts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We know for one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will never be a memory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the fools in love, that have been hurt by the other.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-1020865208697698736?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1020865208697698736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=1020865208697698736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1020865208697698736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1020865208697698736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-6209919689114272538</id><published>2009-09-16T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:55:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Through A Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Set my heart ablaze with your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a flame that never goes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your presence my oxygen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your eyes the spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our hearts merging together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the flame of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-6209919689114272538?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6209919689114272538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=6209919689114272538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6209919689114272538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6209919689114272538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-fire-set-my-heart-ablaze-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-9024583437408246656</id><published>2009-05-20T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:39:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've been wasting time hanging around all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And I'm getting sick of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hating my life more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I don't want to see my life get any worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I get misled time and time again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And yet I hang on awaiting a simple 'Yes'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lie on a pillow wet by my own tears everynight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wondering why I had to learn life the hard way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things could have been made so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tired of thinking about my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thinking of what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Planning my days&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All that I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are my friends doing things behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do they need friends for if the lie and hide things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I even need friends for if this is all I get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-9024583437408246656?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9024583437408246656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=9024583437408246656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/9024583437408246656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/9024583437408246656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-6683847209964760828</id><published>2008-11-05T05:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:41:17.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, recently i was posted to Sungei Gedong camp in Lim Chu Kang area to be a RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Regimental Police) Its a stay out camp, 8am-bout 6pm lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When i went to the camp the first day, i brought EVERYTHING, duffer bag, field pack and another big bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When i arrived and found the officer in-charge, he said its a stay out camp, why did you bring all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I carried all that shit up the bloody hill to the camp, and now he says i gotta bring it HOME?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, the camp is quite nice, quiet, peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like it that way, and i get to rest in the bunk and sleep after my shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, i guess fate decided to give me a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm, im looking forward to my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really hope things get better for me from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, and my uncle's getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i get to wear a suit! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I also have like, 2 vids of me singing while my colleagues play the guitar during my job attachement, but i lost the vids so im trying to find it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IF I DO! I MIGHT post it up here. Not sure why im gonna embarass myself, but...i guess...i got nothing to lose at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Good luck to Jasmine and Christina for your exams!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thanks for the comments maxine and jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I didnt update for so long, when i decided to check and update, i saw 2 of your comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Didnt think anyone would comment since my blog has been collecting dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever fate takes something away from us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never give up, keep trying and make it last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever you make a mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;learn from it, don't take it to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever someone makes fun of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST KEEP QUIET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos getting angry won't help you, it'll only make him/her more than happy to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh yea, i like to put these colors with my paragraphs cos i think you readers get bored reading if its all the same color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAVE FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Feel free to call me anytime, im kinda lonely :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I can give good advice! I think... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-6683847209964760828?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6683847209964760828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=6683847209964760828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6683847209964760828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6683847209964760828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-2977279684666646894</id><published>2008-07-11T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:22:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Been a long long time since i updated this dusty blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just wrote this outta thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One look in your eye my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know you'll never lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One sniff of your hair my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know you've been crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One touch on your skin my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know you've been lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me take your hand my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will bring you to your Cloud 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't look down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't open your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't shed anymore tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me show you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What you've been missing my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will give you anything my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Help you stand up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bring you Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-2977279684666646894?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2977279684666646894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=2977279684666646894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2977279684666646894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2977279684666646894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-again-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-3727887862726344682</id><published>2008-01-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:04:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;to keep this going.&lt;br /&gt;I did everything right,&lt;br /&gt;hoping nothing would go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you keep lying,&lt;br /&gt;denying you were right.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt me more each time,&lt;br /&gt;and you left scars in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried each time I remembered,&lt;br /&gt;the pain,&lt;br /&gt;the joy,&lt;br /&gt;the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to let go,&lt;br /&gt;and let fate decide.&lt;br /&gt;As we go our seperate ways,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cheated many times,&lt;br /&gt;and you didn't do any different.&lt;br /&gt;You promised I would be happy,&lt;br /&gt;and I foolishly trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 9 months,&lt;br /&gt;and the promise hasn't been fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm deeply disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-3727887862726344682?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3727887862726344682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=3727887862726344682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3727887862726344682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3727887862726344682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-tried-so-hard-to-keep-this-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-2733845159165854247</id><published>2008-01-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:56:43.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had so much fun today at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Though i had only 5 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too long to say the story at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that, i went for dinner with Ian at seoul garden in ngee ann city.&lt;br /&gt;then we took the bus back to bukit panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go home but Ian decided we chill at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AND YET AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I FLOODED HIM WITH MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;His head was held high and then it started getting lower and lower till he started staring at the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which means i was making a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just kept telling him to give himself a chance and be confident and use that power of speech he has to socialise instead of complaining about being single time and time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then i told him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the word "TRIED and TRIED MY BEST" can only be used until the results of the situation are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cos he keeps giving up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you can't say you've tried until its over if not thats counted as GIVING UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The word PERSERVERE needs to be used more often in peoples lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so many people are giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you want something to happen, u have to do something about it in order to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;things dont fall down from trees unless their Apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If someone calls u stupid and u get mad, then u really are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just tell yourself, he's just jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your life is IN YOUR HANDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you want a good life, start doing things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, pick yourself up(duh)&lt;br /&gt;But dont fall after every step u take,&lt;br /&gt;thats stupid, do something to push yourself a lil higher,&lt;br /&gt;if u keep falling, you're doing something wrong.(the same mistake basically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything lies within you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everyone and anyone can be who they wanna be, if they put their hard to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;they'll find a way someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If that day never comes in the end, u can tell yourself that u accomplished something at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What did u accomplish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing! BUT you feel good about yourself, because you kept TRYING and never gave up no matter what people said and how the odds were stacked against you. You are happy because you are stronger than others, cos everyone else gives up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Make something out of your life, dont take too long to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;By then, it'll be too late to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know i know, im not doing what im saying now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But who says i can't share my thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We're all getting older each day, the phrase "You can't teach old dogs new tricks" is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The truth is, YOU CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It just takes time and patience, and its frustrating too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So make the right choices now to prevent that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IAN! PLEASE WAKE UP!!!!! NOBODY RUNS YOUR LIFE BUT YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-2733845159165854247?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2733845159165854247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=2733845159165854247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2733845159165854247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2733845159165854247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/ian.html' title='IAN!!!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-3670781674487139714</id><published>2008-01-06T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:27:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is painful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Love Somebody - BeeGees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's a light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A certain kind of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That never shone on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want my life to lived with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lived with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's a way everybody say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To do each and every little thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But what does it bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If I ain't got you, ain't got ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;baby, You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To love somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To love somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The way I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see your face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know my frame of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You ain't got to be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I'm blind, so very blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm a man, can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I live and breathe for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But what good does it do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If I ain't got you, ain't got ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-3670781674487139714?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3670781674487139714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=3670781674487139714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3670781674487139714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/3670781674487139714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-painful.html' title='Love is painful'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4038893695485921404</id><published>2007-12-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:39:44.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;why dont i feel excited and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;it just doesnt seem like its my birthday at all.&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;but when it rained today,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago,&lt;br /&gt;i saw the most perfect of days.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday it rained for the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;so i hoped that today would be a perfect sunny day too.&lt;br /&gt;but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i expected too much on my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;what a fool i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least Christina tried to surprise me during lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;TRIED :P&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a blueberry cheese cake :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im crying,&lt;br /&gt;and im wondering why im not happy that its my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;last year, i had so many people messaging me,&lt;br /&gt;this year, the numbers dropped so drastically...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4038893695485921404?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4038893695485921404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4038893695485921404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4038893695485921404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4038893695485921404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/sighbirthday.html' title='sigh...birthday'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-997822643353484003</id><published>2007-12-03T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T02:12:11.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone? yes</title><content type='html'>...in a man's life, there are two important dates : his birth and his death. Everything we do in between is not very important.&lt;br /&gt;-Jacques Brel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why people enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;watching the Sun rise and set?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why people hate,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun is at noon and blazing at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why people love when it rains,&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon and not in the morning and evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because people hate the afternoons when the sun is up and awake.&lt;br /&gt;People love it when the Sun is &lt;strong&gt;waking up &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;falling asleep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone care that the Sun helps our trees and plants grow?&lt;br /&gt;Only the farmers did.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else kept cursing the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the world really that selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what better way to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;than on the day you were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;birthdays mean so much to everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why can't i feel the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its because everyone is so selfish,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they keep wanting you to give more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they never return the favour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they never think you would be hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they never think you would mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they just keep taking you for granted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you start to wonder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that how my life will be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will no one really care if i died,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will they only care,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because they have to do things on their own now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love never brings hurt to anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the world that makes things complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the lack of commitment in relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the selfishness from people...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to gain something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have to give up something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to always give something to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the only return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is hurt and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the thoughts of suicide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the thoughts of murder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the thoughts of regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you ask yourself yet again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why me, what have i done to deserve this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you pretend God is listening,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you shout, why me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you run to the beach and shout it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking he would hear it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kneel down on the sand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crying your heart out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suffocating,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowning in sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does anyone listen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does anyone care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dreams, dashed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sigh under your breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why won't someone kill me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why won't God kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone hurts me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why don't they just kill me instead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is all you say to yourself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-997822643353484003?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/997822643353484003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=997822643353484003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/997822643353484003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/997822643353484003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='alone? yes'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-8553451974013608427</id><published>2007-12-02T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:26:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th November!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th November was Christina's Birthday!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanted to do so much for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ran out of time, but i guess thats no excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wrote a poem for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But that shall not be posted unless she says its okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I sang for her with my best friend Ignatius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Good times good times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Living the memories we shared together in Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well Christina, I HOPE YOU WERE REALLY REALLY HAPPY THAT NIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can You Feel The Love Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know you expect alot from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I do try to give it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I swear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But all i need is time to do those things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;like making presents for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Writting songs for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All that time is taken up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because my eyes miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;miss your sweet voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;always want to hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;burning with desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For your Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As we walked towards Fort Canning Park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As we climbed those flights of stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I kept looking up to the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kept on taking deep breathes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But why you asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt so much Love that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The stars were so visible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so Beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and reflecting in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can you feel the Love tonight my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because I can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just wrote the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Or maybe its just a composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As i was writting the post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the words just kept coming into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Rock on good people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU CHRISTINA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SORRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-8553451974013608427?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8553451974013608427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8553451974013608427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8553451974013608427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8553451974013608427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/12/30th-november.html' title='30th November!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4465754331775968712</id><published>2007-08-20T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:53:36.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;As my broken Heart slowly Dies...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have been the Volcano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On my Snowy Cold Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Often errupting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and almost never forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As your flame and heat melt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me off the Earth's surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I have left, is Air to blow you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you live on Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have none left to breathe on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I slowly die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You never show your Mercy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But only Mother Nature's Fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After you are done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am slowly rebuilding my mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mountain is my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And before I am done healing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You errupt yet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leaving me with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I see are open plains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Full of ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have A Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you really Love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Try to understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the top of every Volcano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There lies a small degree of Snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And that is how I get close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You should know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What I've wanted from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As I have always told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Though you &lt;strong&gt;expect &lt;/strong&gt;me to know what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I do try to give each time I get the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You are killing me inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you not see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No matter how plain and forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I tell you what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You fail to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Though its as small as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just asking for 1 minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To send me a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As small as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just telling me You Love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please Understand Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please Listen Carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Each Time I repeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I sacrifice a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just to forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My ONE and ONLY Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A small part of me is eaten up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Because being angry at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Breaks my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everyone is Capable of CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everyone can be who they want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As long as they are &lt;strong&gt;determined&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As long as they have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A REASON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4465754331775968712?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4465754331775968712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4465754331775968712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4465754331775968712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4465754331775968712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/08/yet-another-one.html' title='Yet another one'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4864500733577344509</id><published>2007-08-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:54:38.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had quite a rough weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had my gaming tournament on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12 hours at the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and my teammates managed to get first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And yesterday, we collected our prizes in the morning and blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then stayed there till bout 4.30 cos i didnt wanna go home as i was meeting Christina later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We had dinner at Fish&amp;Co, and there were so many people having their birthday there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bout 4 if i remember correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After that, erm. After me and Christina came out from the toilet at Parkmall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We decided to take a side exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And she missed a step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fractured here ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And we had quite a rough night basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When i got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My brother gave me my handphone bill to look at, and passed me a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The letter was from poetry.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It said that a poem which i entered into a poetry contest made it to the semi-finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And it will be published in an upcoming poetry book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was so excited and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Until my sister came into the room telling me that my best friend got into a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was so worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My girlfriend was jealous, thinking that i have 2 girls in my heart, instead of 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its hard for me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My knee joints keep rubbing, and it hurts so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I took care of my girlfriend till she got a cab home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But i guess it wasn't enough to keep her from feeling jealous afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 girls, 1 a lover, the other a close friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1 with a fractured ankle, the other with injuries from the car accident and is still i shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I dont understand girls, but...jealousy has a limit too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I slept around 1am just to help Christina feel more secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lost alot of sleeping time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't had enough sleep since the 28th july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wish i could get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But there are so many things bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't even think and care about myself right now no matter how much pain i am in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think i'm gonna get sick soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i got the video of me singing some songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got no mood to post up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if u readers want to see it, u can gimme ur email and i'll send u through MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4864500733577344509?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4864500733577344509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4864500733577344509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4864500733577344509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4864500733577344509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-7583501021926085554</id><published>2007-07-31T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:04:16.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard this song on the radio today during work.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats What Friends Are For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhaF34Pyt9w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhaF34Pyt9w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-7583501021926085554?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7583501021926085554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=7583501021926085554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7583501021926085554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7583501021926085554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/heard-this-song-on-radio-today-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4607341137775094511</id><published>2007-07-26T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:19:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sadly, today my 2 colleagues that play the guitar during lunchbreak took leave from work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their like best buds so they probly took leave from work together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, still no video. Think most probly next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of the mistakes i've done to my girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, during the past 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just wrote something out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time you think I forgot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make a call to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not because I forgot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just could not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I explained,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spoke truth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt you just would not,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am really sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trying my very best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet obstacles always appear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without warning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leaves me with no where else to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But forward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truly am sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you can always call me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I fail to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't make the move,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you just going,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To keep sitting there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your phone to ring?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqiCHUHlIXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6rMDmh9J3gM/s1600-h/DSC00958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091462440913543538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqiCHUHlIXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6rMDmh9J3gM/s320/DSC00958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This picture, was taken when me and my friends were at Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We were really moody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And just sick and tired of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and my friend's girlfriend PLUS another friend of ours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;were just talking amongst themselves about their own stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We felt left out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and just wanted to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet we ended up taking pics like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess nobody likes waiting...&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/10892229-4607341137775094511?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4607341137775094511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4607341137775094511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4607341137775094511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4607341137775094511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/sadly-today-my-2-colleagues-that-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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://bp0.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqiCHUHlIXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6rMDmh9J3gM/s72-c/DSC00958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10892229.post-7469281112492768486</id><published>2007-07-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:40:07.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just couldnt stop thinking of my dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many horrible thoughts of her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept seeing her in a coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wanted to cry so badly during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, every time i blink or close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the way she looked at me whenever i was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think i'll post the poem i wrote about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqdtvEHlIVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o-el0lulKBM/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091158559092449618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqdtvEHlIVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o-el0lulKBM/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqduqkHlIWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9urmyxTPRac/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091159581294666082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqduqkHlIWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9urmyxTPRac/s320/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i was sad,You would always cuddle up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And keep me company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i came home from school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would always come running to greet me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i have a bad day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would look at me with those beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're like another sister to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just dont know what to do now without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel a big piece of my heart has just been ripped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stolen and kept for ransom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pray you'll come back to me safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i would never do anything to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just breaks my heart into another million pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over and over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime i cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'd lick the tears i've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know u dont want me to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm crying my heart out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trying to keep the pain inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its just too hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how angry and sad i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how hard i punish myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wish none of this would happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To cause me to lose You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love You,I Love You,I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/10892229-7469281112492768486?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7469281112492768486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=7469281112492768486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7469281112492768486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7469281112492768486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-stopped-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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://bp2.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/RqdtvEHlIVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o-el0lulKBM/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10892229.post-8851464484851825236</id><published>2007-07-24T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:08:38.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today at during my lunchbreak at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was singing with my colleagues at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually i was the only 1 singing, they just play the guitar and i love singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always sing for my girlfriend, so i guess its sorta like practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i wanna learn the guitar so badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firstly, i dont have a guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Secondly, i dont know anyone that is very good at playin the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, and i was singing the song I've Got A Message For You by BeeGees this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To me, i sung it really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When i asked my friend beside me, he said i was really really good, he said i was d**n good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt like askin him to take a video cos i was confident bout singing that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So...i'll try to remember tmr and maybe post it up on my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've got a video of singing the song Words by BeeGees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I dont think i was very good, tough my friend kept saying i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When i sang that song, it was like the second week that i was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And it was the first time singing with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So yea, was nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I MIGHT post up that video together with the new one if i remember to take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Depends on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I LOVE YOU CHRISTINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-8851464484851825236?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8851464484851825236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8851464484851825236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8851464484851825236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8851464484851825236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-at-during-my-lunchbreak-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-2127801160510200914</id><published>2007-07-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:37:42.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with work and catching up with friends and meeting my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was on the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to BeeGees.&lt;br /&gt;And there are a few songs which i've got attached to.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow connects with my feelings and mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BeeGees - Secret Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcXrstGhx0k"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcXrstGhx0k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I have no secret love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Christina is my only Love.&lt;br /&gt;Its just i like the song. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BeeGees - Run To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNgVzy30MNA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNgVzy30MNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BeeGees - I've Got A Message For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZhlaYzFfRE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZhlaYzFfRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love this song so much. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BeeGees - Islands In The Stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-vpJc6SJcA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-vpJc6SJcA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Somehow i feel that this song represents my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and my Love for Christina. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BeeGees - You Win Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFU2elYs5yw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFU2elYs5yw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-2127801160510200914?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2127801160510200914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=2127801160510200914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2127801160510200914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/2127801160510200914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/havent-posted-for-quite-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-1433762077799589118</id><published>2007-07-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:19:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I watch each train go by,&lt;br /&gt;I start wondering,&lt;br /&gt;If you are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people get on and off the train,&lt;br /&gt;I desperately look for you among the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety begins fading away,&lt;br /&gt;An the loss of excitement,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think,&lt;br /&gt;If I would be better of,&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train station,&lt;br /&gt;So far from home,&lt;br /&gt;I rushed there just to meet you on time,&lt;br /&gt;As I left late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it on time,&lt;br /&gt;But you were no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;You finally returned my calls,&lt;br /&gt;Saying you haven not left yet,&lt;br /&gt;And you would be there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my spirits weren't lifted,&lt;br /&gt;As each second went by,&lt;br /&gt;I felt the dark side pulling me in...&lt;br /&gt;I felt like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-1433762077799589118?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1433762077799589118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=1433762077799589118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1433762077799589118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1433762077799589118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-watch-each-train-go-by-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4807305087898135087</id><published>2007-07-05T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:51:41.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make the sacrifice for the ones you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before they leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you just wish they could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much they mean to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If u really loved me so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter what obstacles we would face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U would face it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instead of letting go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and giving in to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have done so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U have promised me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But why is it so easy for you to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so hard for you to show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The simplest things you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The easiest things you CAN do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mean the most to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how small they may seem to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont u think its worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos you are doing it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The promises that you have made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just dont seem real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos when the time came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U turned around and ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words you say now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are getting harder to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The more you hesitate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it gets harder for me to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I starting to have doubts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;about your love to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think you're losing love for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet i am still gaining love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always try not to give up without a fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But dont encourage me to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In this case now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actions really speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos things are easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like you dont want me to know anything about you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U wont even show me the real you without hesitating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All i wanted was for u to let down your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i got the stupidest excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is it so hard for me to see your unpinned up hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is it so troublesome to redo it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does this mean u arent willing to go through all that trouble for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos u are lazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have nothing left to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too much has been said already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U should know by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time to do it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4807305087898135087?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4807305087898135087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4807305087898135087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4807305087898135087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4807305087898135087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/07/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4885713353124304518</id><published>2007-06-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:48:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed</title><content type='html'>Wrote this only JUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He &amp;amp; She&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He was so blind.&lt;br /&gt;He was so afraid to trust her.&lt;br /&gt;He feared losing her.&lt;br /&gt;Those doubts drove him crazy.&lt;br /&gt;For he loved her so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;He would change himself,&lt;br /&gt;He would even kill himself,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make see her happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angry thought he had,&lt;br /&gt;Set him ablaze inside,&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to let her go,&lt;br /&gt;But he dared not.&lt;br /&gt;For his love kept growing,&lt;br /&gt;And she was all he had left,&lt;br /&gt;To keep him going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her the thought,&lt;br /&gt;And explained why he did not.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and tried to run,&lt;br /&gt;But he pulled her back.&lt;br /&gt;She cried in hurt,&lt;br /&gt;She cried in pain,&lt;br /&gt;For she has never thought of leaving him,&lt;br /&gt;Due to anger and frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to kill himself,&lt;br /&gt;But she held him back.&lt;br /&gt;Saying&lt;br /&gt;"You dared not follow your thoughts Only, Because you truly love me."&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;He could not believe that he had been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;After hurting her so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;He knew,&lt;br /&gt;That he had been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been wrong to doubt her love.&lt;br /&gt;He had been wrong,&lt;br /&gt;To doubt HER.&lt;br /&gt;He was disappointed at himself,&lt;br /&gt;Now he has seen and felt,&lt;br /&gt;The love she truly has for him.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings she has for him,&lt;br /&gt;But have always been so afraid to show.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;The both of them know.&lt;br /&gt;They need each others LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;To keep on going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4885713353124304518?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4885713353124304518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4885713353124304518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4885713353124304518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4885713353124304518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/06/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-8668823087675602126</id><published>2007-06-24T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T05:13:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifehouse - Make me over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wrap my arms around your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feel your breath against my pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I breath out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Past is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Empty Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Make it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who I was, Falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feel till your no death perception becoming the new different door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm losing myself just to find a place in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Changing myself just to stand alone in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pull me in, Take me out, Make me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Read the wave, ride your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In this ocean of years, we've been here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Swimming off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Take me deep, till I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every corner of your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We've been here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Swimming off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Touch, till you taste all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We are wasting alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Waiting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm losing myself just to find aplace in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Changing myself just to stand alone in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pull me in, Take me out, Make me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And shout me outload, Shout me outload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm losing myself just to find a place in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Changing myself just to stand alone in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm losing myself just to find a place in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pull me in, Take me out, Make me over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-8668823087675602126?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8668823087675602126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8668823087675602126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8668823087675602126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8668823087675602126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifehouse-make-me-over-wrap-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-8875798453347004256</id><published>2007-06-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:59:05.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY!!!</title><content type='html'>What i find in people,&lt;br /&gt;they do not admit the things they have done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Like some of my gaming mates.&lt;br /&gt;They never admit to it when u dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN if you ask, they wont admit it even more.&lt;br /&gt;And when u really close them down, the still use excuses to run from humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts and confidence to admit to your mistake though u know that u face humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Why keep running?&lt;br /&gt;The more you run, the more it chases after you.&lt;br /&gt;Facing or Taking on your fear as soon as possible boosts alot of confidence in you and helps your own self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;Gives you discipline as well, just depends on how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof already says it, yet you decide to run.&lt;br /&gt;Running is just like lying to someone.&lt;br /&gt;When u lie to someone, you're lying to yourself aswell.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when u feel its right to lie to that person, u never learn from your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And u will feel u can do it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I have no idea why im posting so much of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let u readers know, that this is just general.&lt;br /&gt;Not pointing out anyone.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, just wanna add on. errr...&lt;br /&gt;Do not say you cannot do it without trying.&lt;br /&gt;There is a solution to every problem.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a way to break through to the answer, just look at it in a different way each time you face a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-8875798453347004256?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8875798453347004256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=8875798453347004256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8875798453347004256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/8875798453347004256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/06/try.html' title='TRY!!!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-538240078110938128</id><published>2007-06-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:23:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore banning downloads of Anime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have got to be kidding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore itself is already so boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People watch Anime to pass time and be entertained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Resort?&lt;br /&gt;How does one be entertained by it as a Singaporean when u have to pay a fee just to go in and gamble?&lt;br /&gt;In Casinos, winning a game is 1 in 10 people on the tables.&lt;br /&gt;At slots, its 1 in 150 people at least.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how they make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Formula 1???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its ONCE A YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The tickets will be so expensive only few Singaporeans will be watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And people from overseas will be flocking down to catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, are all these attractions made to attract tourists or is it for the country and its people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cos greed over money seems to be stopping Singaporeans from doing things legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules Rules Rules...&lt;br /&gt;Thats what Singapore is made of.&lt;br /&gt;The words Freedom Of Speech has become extinct!&lt;br /&gt;Saying the wrong thing gets u sued or fined or maybe even jailed.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what you're feeling like saying inside, that's freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;And what, the law is stopping everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Downloads are being banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Singaporeans are paying money just to go GAMBLING LEGALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every year, Singapore adds more rules/laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Are they satisfied? OBVIOUSLY NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;People are migrating and leaving Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cos jobs are hard to find, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do u think is the other cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore, or maybe even the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will be dominated by rules/laws from the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When do I think they will be satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, i think only when everyone is living by their rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You might as well just kill yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos you won't bother thinking of your own things to do anymore, cos its probly banned aswell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like you're a dog, doing whatever they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-538240078110938128?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/538240078110938128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=538240078110938128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/538240078110938128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/538240078110938128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/06/what.html' title='What?!??!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-7217191707348370923</id><published>2007-06-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:36:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This was the poem i wrote for my girlfriend Christina the next day after i had the best day of my life, which was on 4th May '07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only posting it now since ive never thought of anything to blog for a long long time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share with u guys what i've shared with her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Unplanned Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The moon and stars,&lt;br /&gt;Shining so bright.&lt;br /&gt;Romance in the air,&lt;br /&gt;It was everywhere that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we gazed at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful night sky.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at you,&lt;br /&gt;The shimmer in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;Got me mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the moon and stars,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes that night.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the patience and care,&lt;br /&gt;That you never fail to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of direction,&lt;br /&gt;The plans that went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out good in the end,&lt;br /&gt;As if,time was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night to remember,&lt;br /&gt;And never forget.&lt;br /&gt;A night full of memories,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom we had,&lt;br /&gt;The love that we shared.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of the future,&lt;br /&gt;The gentle touch,Of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed under the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I felt the world,&lt;br /&gt;Had just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;You are my Day &amp;amp; Night,&lt;br /&gt;The 4 Seasons in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall say the words,&lt;br /&gt;That my heart has longed to say.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you,&lt;br /&gt;Even after my dying day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-7217191707348370923?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7217191707348370923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=7217191707348370923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7217191707348370923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/7217191707348370923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-was-poem-i-wrote-for-my-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-5078236624154547155</id><published>2007-05-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:01:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day ever</title><content type='html'>I had the best day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad flu this morning but went to school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to deposit my $1200 cheque at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, on the way home, my nose was leaking.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken tap.&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, i took a much needed 3 hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 4.50pm to get ready to meet Christina&lt;br /&gt;and my nose was okay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my own sweet time getting ready and all.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met her 30 mins late.&lt;br /&gt;Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw her, she lifted my spirits a little.&lt;br /&gt;COS SHE WAS WEARING A DRESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;With little heart shapes on it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to send our other friend ALSO called Christina to the bus stop cos she was going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/Rjth43ltDjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTZVKCCPGuo/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060746235903544882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/Rjth43ltDjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTZVKCCPGuo/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of both Christina's.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for dinner at Sushi Tei in Ngee Ann City.&lt;br /&gt;The cost of food there was, above average.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were supposed to go to Gleneagles Hospital cos I wanted to go there as I wanted to make an appointment for an X-ray session.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, she said 171 could take us there. AND GUESS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS WRONG!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we didn't know which bus goes there.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Esplanade instead.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun getting a little lost on the way.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we just stared at the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;After like 10 mins, we walked over to the Merlion cos I wanted Starbucks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After i got my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;We went to sit near the Merlion, gazed at the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful full moon and the sky was full of stars.&lt;br /&gt;Then at bout 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;We started making our way home, took a bus 75 home.&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing was...bus 75 GOES PAST GLENEAGLES!&lt;br /&gt;We felt so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off at Cashew road.&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the small park there then all the way to the bus stop near my house.&lt;br /&gt;And she took a cab home instead.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound that way?&lt;br /&gt;Thats cos i left out many parts of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just being with her that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so free today.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we planned didn't follow through,&lt;br /&gt;YET we ended up having lots of fun still.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her comes the worst part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Christina just sent me a message saying that her mom knows bout me and her.&lt;br /&gt;And her mom wants to speak to me this Sunday at church.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Got a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess things will get better if i see her mom.&lt;br /&gt;At least, i hope things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, thats all i guess....&lt;br /&gt;IAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME WHEN U READ THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-5078236624154547155?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5078236624154547155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=5078236624154547155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5078236624154547155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5078236624154547155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-day-ever.html' title='Best day ever'/><author><name>Gerald</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://bp1.blogger.com/_tZCCH1U2Fcw/Rjth43ltDjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XTZVKCCPGuo/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10892229.post-5766129242943453633</id><published>2007-04-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:27:47.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy...:'(</title><content type='html'>Sigh, i went back to my old house to have dinner with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my dog so much...&lt;br /&gt;And when i saw my dog, she was so thin!&lt;br /&gt;She smelt like she hasnt showered in weeks...&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken when i saw my dog so thin.&lt;br /&gt;When i carried her, i could feel the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;Its like she was some POW...&lt;br /&gt;Its like she weighed 5kg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crying the first time i saw my dog after so long.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some vids on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M5 Commercial with Madonna - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srrbvNNUKrA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srrbvNNUKrA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German M5 Commercial - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FQXnbTZGgs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FQXnbTZGgs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari Enzo Crash - &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=62VmJReYNNI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=62VmJReYNNI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-5766129242943453633?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5766129242943453633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=5766129242943453633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5766129242943453633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5766129242943453633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/04/doggy.html' title='Doggy...:&apos;('/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-7819424323165187857</id><published>2007-04-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:13:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I cant believe i get blamed so badly by my brother just cos i took 1hr and 30 mins to fetch my sis home from sch cos she was sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was there for me when i needed someone to talk to when i was young, not even my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were always worried for them, and me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the anti-social, lying, attention seeking, cold-hearted son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never knew why i seeked attention when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;They never asked.&lt;br /&gt;They never worried bout me when i was sick.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was always so stingy over money to send me to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;She was never stingy to them.&lt;br /&gt;My parents NEVER KNEW what they were doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;They probly thought either of them were paying attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;But assumptions dont really tell u its true.&lt;br /&gt;They've gotten so many gifts from my parents, so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything they asked for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young, i have always been constantly lied to by my parents...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i asked for a toy, they always said, i'll get it for u tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Always hoping that i would forget cos i was young and probly want something else.&lt;br /&gt;But i really wanted that toy car so badly for months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIES LIES LIES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what parents do?&lt;br /&gt;Lie?&lt;br /&gt;Push the blame on the child cos their young and they dont know anything?&lt;br /&gt;Blame someone else cos they wanna save their pride?&lt;br /&gt;Say things like, i regret giving birth to u?&lt;br /&gt;I have always stood up for my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;But have they ever stood up for me? Never.&lt;br /&gt;Their too afraid to take a beating, too afraid to stand for whats right.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Justice?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Truth?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Whats going on with parents these days?&lt;br /&gt;Life doesnt revolve around them once they've got a family.&lt;br /&gt;Life doesnt and shouldnt revolve around anything or anyone!&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt life be good to live?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt people be happy that their still alive?&lt;br /&gt;Be it healthy or sick.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure it beats dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say that my siblings dont understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos their not very observant and they take things for granted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they would be a little more caring for me.&lt;br /&gt;Not just push the blame to me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But the one that admits his mistakes is the real Man/Woman.&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to admit you've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to say sorry though you have dont NOTHING wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to say NO.&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to open up to someone, to tell them your fears and all.&lt;br /&gt;It takes guts to TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried like this since i was 5 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so hurt by what they said.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know how my Dad felt when my sister scolded him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-7819424323165187857?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7819424323165187857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=7819424323165187857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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being with her.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just worried for my friends Ian and Eudora.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, yet happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and i watched Mr Bean's Holiday just now.&lt;br /&gt;Its a good show,&lt;br /&gt;laughed throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess life has its ups and downs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time makes people wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having patience would be a good thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losing it, might be a real pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got nothing left to say but sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and i bought a vcd called Walk The Line.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-4072155746360267438?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4072155746360267438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4072155746360267438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4072155746360267438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4072155746360267438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-4216622449242282641</id><published>2007-03-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:57:37.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss u</title><content type='html'>I miss my dog. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever u are Chocolate, i love u.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss u.&lt;br /&gt;All the moments we shared, will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Its been nearly 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And im already missing u so much.&lt;br /&gt;So worried about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i was sad, u would always cuddle up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And keep me company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i came home from school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would always come running to greet me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever i have a bad day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You would look at me with those beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're like another sister to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just dont know what to do now without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel a big piece of my heart has just been ripped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stolen and kept for ransom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pray you'll come back to me safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just like the upcoming movie Hearty Paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i would never do anything to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every commercial for that movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just breaks my heart into another million pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over and over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime i cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'd lick the tears i've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know u dont want me to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm crying my heart out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trying to keep the pain inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its just too hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how angry and sad i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how hard i punish myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wish none of this would happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To cause me to lose u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love u.&lt;/span&gt;&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/10892229-4216622449242282641?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4216622449242282641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=4216622449242282641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4216622449242282641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/4216622449242282641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-u.html' title='I miss u'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-5520962164080156746</id><published>2007-03-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:16:30.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's horoscope!</title><content type='html'>Today's horoscope for Sagittarius!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone may try to persuade you to go off in a different direction today but you should stay the course. Love is in the stars and a commitment can be made but, keep in mind that once you put yourself on the line, you must stand by your word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AND THAT I SHALL DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm full of crap today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh yea! I wrote something today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a little stuff taken from my friend's poem, i wrote my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let's just say he helped. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart never felt so sad before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till the moment you walked out that door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you were the one,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That showed me a new world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will treasure you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the first and last JEWEL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have confessed with my heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love I have for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have expressed it with words,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The undying will to be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love has let you down before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time it shall not drown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For every star you see at night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies a prayer that one day...you will be mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smile on your face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So divine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It lights up my life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the sun above all skies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-5520962164080156746?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5520962164080156746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=5520962164080156746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5520962164080156746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5520962164080156746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-horoscope.html' title='Today&apos;s horoscope!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-1886510291082025376</id><published>2007-03-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:01:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hmmmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cant really think straight now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'll just put in the scriptures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Oh yah. I WATCHED ROCKY LAST NIGHT!!!! It was good, but the older Rocky movies were better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behold, how good and how pleasant it is For brethren to dwell together in unity!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 133:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is like the dew of Hermon, Descending upon the mountains of Zion; For there the LORD commanded the blessing—Life forevermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 133:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus spoke these words, lifted up His eyes to heaven, and said: “Father, the hour has come. Glorify Your Son, that Your Son also may glorify You,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 17:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have glorified You on the earth. I have finished the work which You have given Me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 17:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “I do not pray for these alone, but also for those who will believe in Me through their word; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that they all may be one, as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You; that they also may be one in Us, that the world may believe that You sent Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And the glory which You gave Me I have given them, that they may be one just as We are one: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I in them, and You in Me; that they may be made perfect in one, and that the world may know that You have sent Me, and have loved them as You have loved Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 17:20-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 18:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 9:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the LORD said, “Indeed the people are one and they all have one language, and this is what they begin to do; now nothing that they propose to do will be withheld from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Genesis 11:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-1886510291082025376?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1886510291082025376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=1886510291082025376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1886510291082025376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/1886510291082025376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-5486000433071588251</id><published>2007-02-25T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:02:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Alright, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for church again today.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The service was great, there was this new pastor from Korea that came to do the service.&lt;br /&gt;COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was so ethusiastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was preaching bout what satisfies him and everyone in the church.&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing in the world can satisfy us except for the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mainly he was preaching bout the hunger everyone craved for God's word.&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, time for the scriptures. :P&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures by my Pastor were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let each one give as he purposes in his heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 9:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 42:1-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Scriptures from the guest Pastor. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For they shall be filled.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 5:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For He satisfies the longing soul, And fills the hungry soul with goodness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 107:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us know, Let us pursue the knowledge of the LORD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His going forth is established as the morning; He will come to us like the rain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the latter and former rain to the earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hosea 6:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who comes to Me shall never hunger,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he who believes in Me shall never thirst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 6:35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore the LORD will wait, that He may be gracious to you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And therefore He will be exalted, that He may have mercy on you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the LORD is a God of justice;Blessed are all those who wait for Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 30:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My flesh longs for You, In a dry and thirsty land, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where there is no water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I have looked for You in the sanctuary, To see Your power and Your glory. Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lips shall praise You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 63:1-3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*combined verse*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isaiah 57:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ I create the fruit of the lips: Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace to him who is far off and to him who is near,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Says the LORD, “ And I will heal him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Corinthians 6:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now in return for the same (I speak as to children), you also be open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, and other than all that, today was a good day. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-5486000433071588251?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5486000433071588251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=5486000433071588251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5486000433071588251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/5486000433071588251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-6058764653502847232</id><published>2007-02-20T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:01:16.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>OK OK OK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa today to get my tan.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!! I'M BROWN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer and stuff at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really expect it to be so packed but..it was....&lt;br /&gt;Girls there...hmmm....HOT HOT HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess it wasn't just the weather.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Had this temptation to watch Ghost Rider today, since i've been trying to catch it for so long!!&lt;br /&gt;Since last thursday to be exact. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity with Hakim to catch it, &lt;strong&gt;BUT NO!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LINE WAS SO LONG!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to go somewhere else to catch it...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he decided we should go somewhere else to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We went to PlazaSing, we lined up for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;When it was our turn, &lt;strong&gt;THE TICKETS WERE SOLD OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a 4pm and 4.35pm show, and both were sold out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried to catch Norbit at 5pm, BUT NO!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS SOLD OUT TOO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS SO FRUSTRATED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story..&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to watch Ghost Rider today,&lt;br /&gt;We went to the next closest cinema.&lt;br /&gt;THE CATHAY!&lt;br /&gt;While walking there, i told Hakim, they might show Ghost Rider in The Grand Cathay theatre.&lt;br /&gt;And if it was sold out, I WOULD SUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The line at the 1st floor was long, really long.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Hakim decided to go upstairs to get the tickets instead.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS LONG TOO!&lt;br /&gt;But, we went to line up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our turn, i was praying.&lt;br /&gt;Praying that me and Hakim would be able to,&lt;br /&gt;to catch Ghost Rider today and the tickets would not be sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was our turn, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS SHOWN IN THE GRAND CATHAY THEATRE AND!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I quote again!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tickets WERE NOT SOLD OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Rider turned out to be a really good show.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i expected and more from a movie with Nicholas Cage as main actor.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...thats it with today!&lt;br /&gt;Love life,&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And so are Jessica Alba, Nicole Kidman, Mariah Carey, Beyonce......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE LIST GOES ON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-6058764653502847232?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6058764653502847232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=6058764653502847232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6058764653502847232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/6058764653502847232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/02/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-731994421760756994</id><published>2007-02-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:51:59.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>OK GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;How are the ang pows coming along???&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church yest was great, as always.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have shown you in every way, by laboring like this,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you must support the weak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acts 20:35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I will give you rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 11:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And do not be drunk with wine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in which is dissipation;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but be filled with the Spirit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 5:18 (SCRIPTURE OF THE WEEK!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abundantly above all that we ask or think,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;according to the power that works in us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, life is kinda...ok for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;On the passing line, not many expectations this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Feelings come and go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My feelings have grown.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mistakes made in the past,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;They were my last.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Writting a new story,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A new beginning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Of a man that has changed,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A man that has faith...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On pursuit of his feelings,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The angel of his dreams.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Praying for her love,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;He made a heart's promise...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-731994421760756994?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/731994421760756994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=731994421760756994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/731994421760756994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/731994421760756994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-time.html' title='CNY TIME!!!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-117118650735200867</id><published>2007-02-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:35:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Well let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9am&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;LATE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to help out with the setting up of intruments for the worship.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOO, i had to go for beer last night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Least i still made it on time for worship and i helped keep the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update last sunday's scriptures, and i lost the paper. CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll update today's scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to write down the main one though. But im sure my very very nice youth leader will send it to me as a breakfast delivery tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures I took down today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask, and it will be given to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seek, and you will find;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knock, and it will be  opened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 7:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore do not be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For your Father knows the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you have need of  before you ask Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 6:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be anxious for nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but in everything by prayer and supplication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with  thanksgiving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let your requests be made known to God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NKJV-29444"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and the peace of God,&lt;br /&gt;which surpasses all  understanding,&lt;br /&gt;will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philippians 4:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friends and people who are reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;THESE SCRIPTURES ARE IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;BEAR IT IN MIND!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and yesterday i bought new shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timberland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Comfy, mature and OH SO EXPENSIVE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-117118650735200867?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/117118650735200867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=117118650735200867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/117118650735200867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/117118650735200867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/02/oooooo.html' title='OOOOOO'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116999626632223725</id><published>2007-01-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:57:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today at church was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with the church people.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Veronica(church pianist)&lt;br /&gt;Her mom(back-up singer)&lt;br /&gt;Clara(Veron's sister)&lt;br /&gt;and her oh so irritating brother Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a fun time with them on the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i learned in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All scripture is given by inspiration of God,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and is profitable for doctrine, for correction,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for instruction in righteousness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Timothy 3:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you intruct the brethren in these things,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will be a good minister of Jesus Christ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nourished in the words of faith and of the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good doctrine which you have carefully followed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Timothy 4:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He must increase,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I must decrease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 3:30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the verses, i forgot to write.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;played soccer just now.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinted all over the court, didnt feel tired at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a first!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and i was watching some free hugs campaign thingy on youtube few mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116999626632223725?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116999626632223725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116999626632223725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116999626632223725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116999626632223725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116972374402844937</id><published>2007-01-25T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:15:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Hmm, since everyone's been flaming me on my tagboard recently.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the new year,  i wanted to start anew with life.&lt;br /&gt;Its been hard to cope with everything and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i'm gonna heed my friend's advice and apologise to everyone i've ever&lt;br /&gt;hurt or wronged in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I truly am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope u guys would stay my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say sorry to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie&lt;br /&gt;Cristy&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Soo Sian&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's friends&lt;br /&gt;And the other people that i've hurt that are reading this blog, and failed to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Rokr - If i have done anything wrong to you, i'm sorry. I'd really like to move on with life and start anew. I'd like it if you'd stop insulting me on my blog. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116972374402844937?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116972374402844937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116972374402844937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116972374402844937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116972374402844937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116849934759873317</id><published>2007-01-11T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:17:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Since monday i've been training for my upcoming Cross Country tournament which starts in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see, after not running long distances for over 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;Its the result of monday's run on the treadmill. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - 1.6km 9mins.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - 3.3km 23mins.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Did not run, was unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday(today) - 4.1km 26mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that means!!! I'm progessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic....&lt;br /&gt;School has been kinda stressful i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers keep scaring us with this year's seriousness and all.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess its best, cos they just dont want us to fail.&lt;br /&gt;This year's course(Aerospace) is awesome, so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Got some really nice subject teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing alone as rain pours on my head,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what they would say, if i was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking of you every single day,&lt;br /&gt;Since then, life just hasn't been the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Talking to you on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To keep you company in school and at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Trying to impress you though I'm feeling alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just waiting, for you to throw me a bone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116849934759873317?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116849934759873317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116849934759873317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116849934759873317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116849934759873317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/01/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116759459009209449</id><published>2007-01-01T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:49:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, on new years eve i was out with Darren, Ian, Jeremy and Ignatius.&lt;br /&gt;But lets rewind back to the beginning of the day! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I went to church, all by myself cos Ian and Ignatius didn't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun, after that i went for lunch with Christina's family and some of the church members.&lt;br /&gt;Then had to rush down to The Cathay cos i had a gaming appointment with my clanmates.&lt;br /&gt;THEN i had to meet Ian and Darren AND Jeremy cos we were gonna do our own countdown thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we went from Plaza Sing to Cineleisure just to play air hockey.&lt;br /&gt;And i thrashed Ian and Jeremy at it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Heeren to walk around and stuff, and i wanted coffee. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So we headed down to Starbucks for coffee and well, we took some pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/1600/151815/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/320/475827/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/1600/684122/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/320/935262/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/1600/635148/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/320/270865/DSC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! THEN after that we headed down to my house for drinks and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got high so fast, Darren couldn't take it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to order Canadian Pizza. And we ended up paying. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/1600/541919/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/320/803581/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, tired. LOL. His look just after he well...woke up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/1600/210478/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7393/861/320/936570/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. DICKHEAD! BHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now their all at my place using the coms and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And i decided to update my blog. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116759459009209449?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116759459009209449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116759459009209449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116759459009209449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116759459009209449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR!!!!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116672477811540186</id><published>2006-12-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:12:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square one</title><content type='html'>I dumped her...&lt;br /&gt;Why? Frustrations. U can say im taking the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess we're both worried bout next year. Cos she's got O's and i got second year of ITE.&lt;br /&gt;For my first year of ITE i barely have enough time to go out with friends and train for my gaming tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;And ever since out quarrel 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot about the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, my feelings sorta changed a little.&lt;br /&gt;The love is still there, i just don't love her enough anymore to continue.&lt;br /&gt;I guess im having problems adapting to her way of life and the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i did it, and let her go and all.&lt;br /&gt;But i've just been real confused lately and i've been selfish like she said.&lt;br /&gt;What i think is, this is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;But im sure she's probly really really hurt so...if anyone wants to like scold me and all.&lt;br /&gt;Please do so, i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;But if i didn't do it now, it would probly happen next year when we both get too busy.&lt;br /&gt;And one of us loses feelings for the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm apologising cos i know i've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And if u wanna scold me cos i'm saying sorry to u still. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than this topic, i guess life has been kinda fun. Getting on the straits times newspaper and all with my clan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had fun last night watching Night At The Museum, GREAT MOVIE! Worth the money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And after the movie, had 2 hours of team fortress. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116672477811540186?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116672477811540186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116672477811540186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116672477811540186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116672477811540186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/12/square-one.html' title='Square one'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116600481039872480</id><published>2006-12-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:13:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERVOUS!</title><content type='html'>Hmm, im at Chelsea's place. Gonna meet her parents soon.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what their gonna ask me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i watched Eragon with Chelsea just now. Its a great movie!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A DRAGON TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's dog is damn cute. So quiet. Unlike mine, which goes barking into everyone's ear.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta use her internet cos my mom, being her clumsy self.&lt;br /&gt;Broke the internet power cable. And now i can't play games online, chat online, which makes my life boring. Cos i gotta wait for Chelsea to lemme call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and im BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;DONATIONS PLS!&lt;br /&gt;Her parents aren't back yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm         NERVOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What if her dad kills me???&lt;br /&gt;He's a policeman~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fantasies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;remain as a scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;inside one's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;waits for no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;get ripped apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116600481039872480?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116600481039872480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116600481039872480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116600481039872480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116600481039872480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/12/nervous.html' title='NERVOUS!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116516415945883382</id><published>2006-12-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:42:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM TAIPEI!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Taipei bout an hour ago. The gaming tournament was really good.&lt;br /&gt;Although they cramped everything into a SINGLE DAY. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;We nearly lost first place to the Aussies but, well, let's just thank god we won. :)&lt;br /&gt;Currently, me and my teammates are top in Singapore AND in ASIA!&lt;br /&gt;It was really cold there, luckily i remembered to bring my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;It had a penguin picture on it. LOL. When i wore it i went around walking like a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And in Taipei, its like...there are millions of scooters everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;The air was abit...polluted but at least i didn't faint.&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinkin bout Chelsea though. Although i just met her.&lt;br /&gt;Sorta find this connection between the both of us, just kept thinking bout her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn excited and all i'm waiting for now, is...&lt;br /&gt;MY EXAMS TO BE OVER, THE LAPTOP FOR GETTING 1ST PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;and....Chelsea to be ready. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116516415945883382?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116516415945883382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116516415945883382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116516415945883382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116516415945883382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-taipei.html' title='BACK FROM TAIPEI!'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116395381221395209</id><published>2006-11-20T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:30:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.....</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!! So stressed.... duno what to do on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;COS IM BROKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i doubt some of the friends that i WANT to wish me happy birthday, would FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, dang it...&lt;br /&gt;Got exam on my birthday and i have no idea what to do even if there was no exam on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to celebrate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind going Sentosa to get a good tan, but after that, i wanna watch a movie and probly have dinner with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the only thing stopping me is my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm happy, that my gaming team and I are going to M'sia next week(24th Nov - 27th Nov) to play in a BF2 Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;And also i'm happy that we won the Fragnetics Battlefield2142 tournament which included teams from Singapore and M'sia. Which also means, we're going to Taipei for the Regional Finals to compete from the 30th Nov - 3rd Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is like...3 days after i come back, and my exam is ON my birthday itself! AND THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY ALSO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i gonna do.....&lt;br /&gt;Things just aren't going the way i wanted them to.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is why life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mood today:Happy, Excited, Sad, Emo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116395381221395209?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116395381221395209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116395381221395209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116395381221395209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116395381221395209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday.....'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116289126195608589</id><published>2006-11-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:21:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7393/861/1600/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7393/861/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is....my hand holding a Chrysanthemum flower.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and...i'm currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7393/861/1600/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7393/861/320/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. My handwritting sucks, i know. Don't comment on that.&lt;br /&gt;School has been quite interesting and i've been well, &lt;strong&gt;STRESSED!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn teachers just keep driving me NUTS!!&lt;br /&gt;Been playing a fool with my friends after school nowadays, life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Just wish there was something in this world that could lift my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!! And i just cut my hair 20 mins ago. I feel comfortable with this new look.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116289126195608589?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116289126195608589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116289126195608589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116289126195608589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116289126195608589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-116214476789018737</id><published>2006-10-30T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:02:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Let's see, haven't posted anything here in awhile. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Least i don't see any cobwebs forming yet. :P&lt;br /&gt;Its like, 1.45am and i can't sleep. Everytime i lie down on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;i think of the past and i just can't stop thinking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking of this certain girl, obviously a girl i like, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Then she doesn't reply my msgs, and her handphone is always on silent mode so she doesn't answer my calls either.&lt;br /&gt;And i just can't understand why every date that i've been on with her, she's always LATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;By over half and hour!!! AND I MEAN EVERY DATE! Let's see, bout FIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Might not be alot, but i get damn sick and tired of waiting for her everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see her, she says sorry to me cos she was late, SHE SHOULD APOLOGISE!&lt;br /&gt;But i feel very weird that she always says sorry, she should've learnt from her mistakes by now...&lt;br /&gt;:( Man, and i seriously miss her hugs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote something recently, not very good i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;But it just came to me so i just wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Searching for a place inside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that we can make a start.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I keep trying hard,&lt;br /&gt;but you closed the doors shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying you would let me in,&lt;br /&gt;and forgive me for my sins.&lt;br /&gt;I truly apologise from within,&lt;br /&gt;but my chances are too slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run from my problems,&lt;br /&gt;and i keep feeling troubled.&lt;br /&gt;Although life has to go on,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm stuck in this bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-116214476789018737?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116214476789018737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=116214476789018737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116214476789018737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/116214476789018737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-115998778192072181</id><published>2006-10-05T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:48:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrote another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call this one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reminsicing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears that roll from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;are the tears of hurt which you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;It might take years to forget this,&lt;br /&gt;yet all I have are just memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the past,&lt;br /&gt;will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;it may have turned to dust,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just lay here shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waving goodbye to you,&lt;br /&gt;is the hardest thing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;All the kisses and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;leave a scar, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might say I am too young,&lt;br /&gt;but frankly I think, you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Cuddled up in bed with you,&lt;br /&gt;during a rainy day, both down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined of getting married,&lt;br /&gt;spending the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking our love would last,&lt;br /&gt;it all finally ended, as time passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to get you back,&lt;br /&gt;confidence is what i lack.&lt;br /&gt;Always wondering how you would feel,&lt;br /&gt;if I kissed you again, like in movie films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have moved on,&lt;br /&gt;but my love for you will stay put.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10892229-115998778192072181?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/115998778192072181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=115998778192072181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115998778192072181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115998778192072181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/wrote-another-one.html' title='Wrote another one'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-115986189166927222</id><published>2006-10-03T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:02:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I've always wanted you to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There are so many things in this world,&lt;br /&gt;that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere i go, everything i see,&lt;br /&gt;the memories, just pop right in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The times we had, the times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Life just isn't the same, without you.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to move on, time and time.&lt;br /&gt;But its the love i have for you,&lt;br /&gt;that won't make me let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Being friends with you,&lt;br /&gt;still tell me i can be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling of being together,&lt;br /&gt;has disappeared into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When you left me, on the day of love.&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply hurt, and i made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;To wait for you, it was a broken promise.&lt;br /&gt;The pain i felt inside, left me confused.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas kept me thinking, if you still loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But being the pessimist, i tried something new.&lt;br /&gt;To find someone else, yet i never moved on.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept forcing myself, to forget.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being depressed, and filled with angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Regretting what i've done, i asked for a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings you had, have changed.&lt;br /&gt;I lay here waiting, hoping, wishing and dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;That the times we had, would be replayed, again.&lt;br /&gt;I want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10892229-115986189166927222?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/115986189166927222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=115986189166927222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115986189166927222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115986189166927222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-ive-always-wanted-you-to.html' title='Something I&apos;ve always wanted you to know...'/><author><name>Gerald</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-10892229.post-115946593985459013</id><published>2006-09-29T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:52:20.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let's see, where do i start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know how to use this! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;KAREN!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hmmm, think i'll post one of my poems here since i'm bored and got nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lonely Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All by myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;staring at the moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As night turns to day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dreams never fade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused with my thoughts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fears and problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realised too late,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that destiny is fate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of fairytales,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;switching romeo and juliet with me and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the world disappears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that is left is just us two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to catch your heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is like trying to catch a star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just looking at you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes my world light up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smile on your face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would put one on mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the taste of red wine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was truly divine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/10892229-115946593985459013?l=reconkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/feeds/115946593985459013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10892229&amp;postID=115946593985459013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115946593985459013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10892229/posts/default/115946593985459013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reconkid.blogspot.com/2006/09/confused.html' title='CONFUSED!!!'/><author><name>Gerald</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>
