<?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-10065512</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:36:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prince_princess</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is owned by 2 persons.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-6201504157231682227</id><published>2008-09-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:01:17.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing123...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go dieeeeee~~~ muahahahahahahah~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-6201504157231682227?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/6201504157231682227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=6201504157231682227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/6201504157231682227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/6201504157231682227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing123.html' title='testing123...'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-113686950048131120</id><published>2006-01-10T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:05:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is enough enough??</title><content type='html'>When is enough enough? I scratch my botak head.. I think. I thought. But when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want more. I tried. I failed. I try again. I still fail. I try again. I fail again. This process will keep going. But when am I going to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want more time. Army takes my time. Parents want me time. U need my time. I got only this much of time. Who is going to give me time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to understand. I try to. But I don't. I blame myself for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for not giving and understanding everything you need. I'm Sorry. But I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-113686950048131120?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/113686950048131120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=113686950048131120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/113686950048131120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/113686950048131120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-is-enough-enough.html' title='When is enough enough??'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-112858689692221279</id><published>2005-10-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:21:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know how much I miss you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this much.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;--------------------------------1000000000000000000000000000*Unlimited----------------------------------------------&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so faster come back ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-112858689692221279?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/112858689692221279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=112858689692221279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112858689692221279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112858689692221279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know-how-much-i-miss-you.html' title='You know how much I miss you?'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-112624600783154698</id><published>2005-09-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:06:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish, the moment will stop here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment you board the bus, I couldn't help but cry. Because my heart tells me she is not feeling well, that cause the warm stinging feeling on my cheek. But it wasn't a good time foor crying, for I wanted to see you the last sight. So I ran after the bus just like how I did in the past. The last goodbye warm my heart, as well as sour it. The stinging feeling was here again. The pain of parting increase when you told me "See you in two weeks time". I knew I'm going to miss you alot, your hugs, your smile, your teases, your kisses, and you told me that I'm going to miss your pet phrase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I believe it now. How I long you are at my side now. How I wish the time will stop for us when you are sleeping by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-112624600783154698?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/112624600783154698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=112624600783154698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112624600783154698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112624600783154698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-wish-moment-will-stop-here.html' title='How I wish, the moment will stop here'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-112409841240963382</id><published>2005-08-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:46:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`My Little Thinking Twinky`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, from a gentle little sweet flower turned into a buzzing bee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little did I ever expect that I will become naggy like other girls. I thought I will be the exception case, however not. Perhaps, all girls are the same, thinking that they have this kind of special ability to turn their boyfriends into obedient dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, I begin to realise the reason why we always ended up barking at each other. People say, &lt;em&gt;In a relationship, there is no right or wrong, no winner or loser&lt;/em&gt;. But I say, you'll need alot of energy and time because after each quarrel, you will end up in exhaustion, exhausting physically, mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, the more we quarrel, the more I realized how deep is my love for you. It can never ever be measured - A Precious Love. Yes, I admit that I couldn't accept the true when you can't provide more time and love for me, due to circumstances. I always had this little thinking twinky that telling me you are not trying hard enough to fight for you freedom, end up giving me too much freedom. I seriously believe what people always said &lt;em&gt;Woman will let their thinking run wild should they have too much freedom&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps, all these little thinkings are under the Psychology of Feminine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As times goes by, I became scared. Afraid. Afraid of what I've hope for end up didn't came true. I tried my best not to think too much. But it just counldn't help when I saw parents in a fight, mum end up losing. I know, and I'm sure of one thing. I made a promise that is never ever end up the losing party if I should be in the right position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, I began to lose faith in realationship for I never ever understand what makes a love last till the end of a courtship and enters a marriage. People say &lt;em&gt;Marriage is the tomb of love&lt;/em&gt;. I agreed. Unless I can chance upon a realationship that prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, our relationship might turn blend at times. It is normal, I know. However, I just couldn't stop my mind from flowing back to the days we started dating. It was so great! I love being tender, care by the one I love. He treats me very good that time. Alot of sweet honey words into my ears, who will reject? Because I never been sweet to him when we were friends, so when I suddenly changed for him, he was surprised, touched, love me even more, thats when all the sweet talks came in, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As time goes by, I realized that this time, I was in serious relationship that I longed for. Yes, I found the one I love. And I hope that nothing gone wrong somewhere along the path till we enters a new chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-112409841240963382?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/112409841240963382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=112409841240963382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112409841240963382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/112409841240963382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-little-thinking-twinky.html' title='`My Little Thinking Twinky`'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111777889721536987</id><published>2005-06-03T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:41:03.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`*From My Bottom Heart*`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like to repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't know why I just can't stop repeating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the point of repeating when things is going to happen this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope for the best, hope for the way I want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I had asked for a perfect love, from someone who love me deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;People says it is good not to carry too much hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;More hope equivalent to more disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;More expectation equivalent to more unexpectation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I still don't know why, but now I realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realized how hard it is to manage a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How hard it is to be a perfect lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How hard it is to lead a normal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No doubt, I'm speaking from my bottom heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my heart always asked me, "If it is that hard, then why not give it away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told her, "I can't, because this is my first true love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love him deeply from my bottom heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll try, no matter how hard it is, to pursue my own happiness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-No doubt, I'm speaking from my bottom heart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/baseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111777889721536987?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111777889721536987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111777889721536987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111777889721536987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111777889721536987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-my-bottom-heart.html' title='`*From My Bottom Heart*`'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111649953187615396</id><published>2005-05-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:45:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the stupidest fool on EARTH</title><content type='html'>Staring dead at the MSN window..&lt;br /&gt;Y are we quarreling?&lt;br /&gt;Was it me?&lt;br /&gt;Did i said something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It was me. Again. Forever me.&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Its not my fault. She hurt me first.&lt;br /&gt;That statement flash through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wat bullshit.. R u a kid? Childish.. Get a life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I'm no longer a kid. I should be matured by now.&lt;br /&gt;What was i thinking? Blaming her and not me.&lt;br /&gt;Was it the bad attitude? Was i complacent of having her? Was i taking advantage of her?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. no idea.. Looks like it.. no.. It is.. everyting is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to myself to love her and take care of her..&lt;br /&gt;They seem to come and go..&lt;br /&gt;What was that suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;Love her at times and no feeling for her during the remaining time?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;Den wat?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;That is not an answer.. But i have no idea how to explain.. I love her all the time.. But y didn't i show it all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I koe she will not leave me.. that is wat she said..&lt;br /&gt;She promised me..&lt;br /&gt;But how long can tolerate u?&lt;br /&gt;I koe she can..&lt;br /&gt;R u sure?&lt;br /&gt;ehhh.. no..&lt;br /&gt;Are u afraid?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;The thought of her leaving me was really bad.. miserable.. terrible.. disaster..&lt;br /&gt;My heart ache.. Fear grows and thought of stopping..&lt;br /&gt;Fear of?&lt;br /&gt;She leaving me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i miss her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Miss her very much..&lt;br /&gt;Do i love her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Love her very much..&lt;br /&gt;Do i need her in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely..&lt;br /&gt;Do i pamper her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i do.. But she is saying NO.. y?&lt;br /&gt;Do i dote her?&lt;br /&gt;Very much.. But she disagree.. y?&lt;br /&gt;Do i give in to her?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. Y not all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Do i humour her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. But she is not feeling it.. y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she love u?&lt;br /&gt;OF COz..&lt;br /&gt;Does she miss u?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime..&lt;br /&gt;Does she need u?&lt;br /&gt;Yes she do..&lt;br /&gt;Does she pamper u?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely..&lt;br /&gt;Does she dote u?&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;Does she give in to u?&lt;br /&gt;Yup..&lt;br /&gt;Does she humour u?&lt;br /&gt;All the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y can she do it and u can't?&lt;br /&gt;She can tolertate all ur shit and u can't? y?&lt;br /&gt;She is always there for u.. R u?&lt;br /&gt;She express her feelings for u everytime and wat r u doing? thinking tat it is a MUST?&lt;br /&gt;R u stupid? No no no.. U r stupid the stupidest fool on EARTH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is there droplets of water running down my cheek?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. its not water.. it is tears..&lt;br /&gt;Y is it flowing? I can neither stop nor control it..&lt;br /&gt;Now i know.. They are flowing for her..&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the sacrifices tat she have done for u..&lt;br /&gt;They are flowing for the suffering she suffered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile with her looks flashing though my mind.. how sweet and beautiful is when she smiles at me..&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see tears racing down her tender cheek..&lt;br /&gt;I do not wan that to happen..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan to be the stupidest idiot on earth..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan to live and regret not treating her well..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan her to leave me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan her to stop loving me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wan any of those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u darling.. Sorry for all the shit i have given to u.. *sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111649953187615396?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111649953187615396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111649953187615396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111649953187615396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111649953187615396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-stupidest-fool-on-earth.html' title='I am the stupidest fool on EARTH'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111511391416653371</id><published>2005-05-03T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:04:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~My Thoughts~*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what I was wondering?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you say words that hurts&lt;br /&gt;I never blame you for anything&lt;br /&gt;I blame it for my cause of the fight&lt;br /&gt;You always said you're kidding&lt;br /&gt;But that moment you kid, hurt me&lt;br /&gt;But you never realised it until I spelt everythings out&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just do something for me?&lt;br /&gt;Just once, to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Then I won't pester you anymore&lt;br /&gt;For such silly issues&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired when bad things happened wrongly repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/baseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111511391416653371?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111511391416653371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111511391416653371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111511391416653371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111511391416653371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-thoughts.html' title='~*~My Thoughts~*~'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111406670996903083</id><published>2005-04-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:19:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Missing You~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the handphone screen,&lt;br /&gt;wondering why there isn't any message.&lt;br /&gt;My heart getting more and more weak,&lt;br /&gt;more and more tired,&lt;br /&gt;each time when I found myself staring into a blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;My mind start to wonder~&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Chatting? Playing games?&lt;br /&gt;Serious with your work?&lt;br /&gt;No. No answer.&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you let me wait?&lt;br /&gt;When I always think that you are the party that love me more than I love you.&lt;br /&gt;When I always agreed that the party will miss the other more. That party will definitely, willingly do more things, more sacrifies than the other. That party will call or message the other more. But why hasn't any thing appear on my screen? Why? Probably, perhaps, maybe, that is only my way of thinking. One-sided thinking. Ended up it seems like I'm that party who is thinking, missing that the other party. Possible, probably, perhaps, or maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't that suppose to be love? Love that need sacrifies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I always thought~&lt;br /&gt;But everything I thought, proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My heart began to break, turn weak~&lt;br /&gt;As a result of increasing the number of droplets from my eyes. More and more often. I don't know why~ I have alot of words to say to him. But the moment I faced him, I'm speechless. So, I only can write, to express my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-I miss you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/saltedcoffee/baseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111406670996903083?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111406670996903083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111406670996903083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111406670996903083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111406670996903083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/04/missing-you.html' title='*~Missing You~*'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111354629725542107</id><published>2005-04-15T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:28:35.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Happy Moments~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was the don't know "&lt;u&gt;how many&lt;/u&gt;" th times of meetings we had since 911. Everytime we meet, will encountered different kind of feelings, different joy, different things happened, different different and different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, I meet him at Tampines control station after work. In fact, I wanted to meet him because - I miss him. Yes, alot alot. I miss his smile, his hug, his kiss and everything. I don't know why I felt too indifferent when I was with him. I could behave just like a ten years old kid, compared to what I usually behave when I'm in school, office or at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was waiting for me at NCS bus stop because I stayed in the office to wait for him. Because boss asked me to zap 2 large files for her. Because of that it hold me back. Luckily I've got Pat to help me reduced my work. I should thank her as so because I could meet my dear dear faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;He handed my a packet of Bamboo SaltCoffee. I was so surprised, didn't expect that there are really such coffee exist! Keke~ He told me it cost him 80 cents. I kept it and give him a kiss. Is it salty? I was wondering how it taste like because I can't bear to drink it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we took a bus back to seng kang. In the bus, he told me he had learnt how to fold a tortise origami. I leanrt that from JL brfore but I forgot how to make one. He tore the pierce of bus ticlet into a square and carefully, concentrating hard as the bus was shaking while moving. I was keen to learn at first. So as he fold, I disturbed him, the more he fold, the more I disturb. Heez. As we walked to the interchange, I followed his foot steps, trying hard to match his pace paterns. Left, right, left, right. Suddenly feels that the whole world only left the two of us. Our happy moments~ I hoped this momoent of happiness never ends. Never. I love you dear.&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/10065512-111354629725542107?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111354629725542107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111354629725542107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111354629725542107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111354629725542107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-moments.html' title='*~Happy Moments~*'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111269454011739455</id><published>2005-04-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:49:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__[[* i ` DeSiRe*]]__</title><content type='html'>Hearing the sound of you,&lt;br /&gt;I desire your beautiful soothing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the smell of you,&lt;br /&gt;I desire your sweet smelling hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing the lips of you,&lt;br /&gt;I desire the bitter - sweet taste on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;I desire to see your delicate smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging the body of you,&lt;br /&gt;I desire your warm, mebracive touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to be the one you love and cherish,&lt;br /&gt;For my love for you is more than stars in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111269454011739455?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111269454011739455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111269454011739455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111269454011739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111269454011739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-desire.html' title='__[[* i ` DeSiRe*]]__'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111259072953791378</id><published>2005-04-04T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:09:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__[[* DiNnEr &amp; MoNeY *]]__</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid dearly, dun scold mi here hor! haha... but just to say I love the dinner last nite. Hope we can have this type of dinner when we have any celebration. (^-^) But remember to bring money lo! So malu yesterday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111259072953791378?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111259072953791378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111259072953791378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111259072953791378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111259072953791378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/04/dinner-money.html' title='__[[* DiNnEr &amp; MoNeY *]]__'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10065512.post-111258371148219580</id><published>2005-04-04T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:20:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__[[`sad * Dear`]]__</title><content type='html'>Darling.. u say wanna book 2 hrs after ur fo tang one lo.. but end up u nv argh~!!! so sad.. make me excited the whole nite for nothing.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10065512-111258371148219580?l=dreamycastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/feeds/111258371148219580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10065512&amp;postID=111258371148219580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111258371148219580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10065512/posts/default/111258371148219580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamycastle.blogspot.com/2005/04/sad-dear.html' title='__[[`sad * Dear`]]__'/><author><name>salty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715363337581313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
