<?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-4439657681134493493</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:11:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosey's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I can rant whenever I like it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6819103133386473816</id><published>2008-04-13T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:14:49.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April.</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was my birthday, April 12th.&lt;br /&gt;My darlings celebrated my birthday one day earlier with such a delicious chocolate cake (sinful but satisfying).&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, they got me this cute boxers and I love the pink and dark brown ribbon, and the birthday card, and the poem written on it. Everything was so lovable.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up the next day (my birthday), I still had a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn't believe it that they spent so much time in getting me everything I love.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why they are my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. The poem was handwritten by Geraldine, started with sugar and spice. And the cute ribbon tied by Yee Ling. The boxers and the cake, thanks to Li Ling (the boxers do fit nicely) and Hui Zyi (I know why you're sweating now, cause you walked to Esplanade). What a cute and lovely birthday present from you all.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we actually PIGGED out. YES. COUNT THE CALORIES. I bet my waistline has grown one inch. :P Hahaha. But it's ok, it's a once a year affair.&lt;br /&gt;On that day, my dear boyfriend did come over with another cake, a kinda nice strawberry short cake. Though the strawberries are kinda sour. I bet they use the budget strawberries. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;But the texture is not bad. Though the chocolate cake is better, cause it's sweeter?:P&lt;br /&gt;And girls, he read me a poem! =D&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so sweet of him?&lt;br /&gt;Now now, its bout something funny that happened during the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;Gracia bought me three balloons. One of them said, BIRTHDAY GIRL. Imagine walking around raffles city with that cute balloon. LOLs. She also got me a very lovely card, which revealed the 'bimbotic' Gracia through the choice of colors and ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing is that my birthday is actually full of tears itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of reflections being done.&lt;br /&gt;Though some of the outcome may be undone.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like something that I won't say.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it will ruin his day,&lt;br /&gt;and my day, and it will infuse to our bones.&lt;br /&gt;We open up, and we don't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that it's going to be May.&lt;br /&gt;Months pass by so quickly, pray,&lt;br /&gt;everything will be alright and we'll be able to make everything run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, keep me with you,&lt;br /&gt;you've told me that you'll carry and keep my heart with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6819103133386473816?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6819103133386473816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6819103133386473816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6819103133386473816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6819103133386473816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-april.html' title='It&apos;s April.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-2039947523270759380</id><published>2008-03-03T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:31:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called making love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Everything went well, you and I, enjoyed it much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The feeling was like a rush of adrenalin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was being carried away to the cloud nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, we cuddled and kissed afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I loved it much when you were playing with my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It started with a kiss on the lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It went on, to the ears, to the neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And it made me feel oh-so-good, like experiencing an orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you licked my legs and my thighs, I just moaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Within minutes, you were on top of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And we started making love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, it is called making love, not banging, or having sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cause, we felt so close, even closer than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A good session requires a sufficient amount of foreplay, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And baby, I would rate our first session as 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He caresses my skin with his silky hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As they run over my breasts I feel a surge of energy burst through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He kisses my lips and gently nibbles my bottom lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As the bed starts to move my heart beats faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He sits there as I continue to ride him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I grab the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He lets out a moan as I continue to pick up the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I suddenly slow down and change direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; His eyes grow bigger as his lust strengthens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He grabs me by the hips and throws me to the other side of the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He is now panting as he thrusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I grab the sheets and twist them in my fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I throw the remaining pillows to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We both let out what has been trying to escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it’s over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He lays down on top of me and kisses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He tells me he loves me as he strokes my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We lay there, together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2039947523270759380?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2039947523270759380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2039947523270759380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2039947523270759380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2039947523270759380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/twenty-foreplay.html' title='It&apos;s called making love.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1652571915105216318</id><published>2008-02-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:28:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>Why do we celebrate Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;What is the significance of Valentine's Day then?&lt;br /&gt;To me, Valentine's Day has never been so special, till today.&lt;br /&gt;You're the first person I saw this morning.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, you're excessively sweet today.&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought of you doing such things for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the hand bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the pudding too. :)&lt;br /&gt;You have been such a dear today.&lt;br /&gt;To all my darlings, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;JC life would have been so boring without you all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the sweet stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;To my classmates, you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes from Joseph rocks.&lt;br /&gt;The cornflakes and brownie from the girls (Priya, Lydia, Charmaine, Jo-lynn, ...) are great.&lt;br /&gt;All of you have made my days.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine! You rock too! You have showed us that you're a typical lit student. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Yee Ling, I really love the chocs. I should like go Carrefour one day to get them and make my own chocs.&lt;br /&gt;Huizyi and Li Ling. :) Love you two much.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but not least, my two other bimbos - Natasha and Gracia.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think I am lucky. I have all the nice and thoughtful people around me.&lt;br /&gt;That's the summary of today I guess. :P&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about the post V'day activity when I feel like doing so. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1652571915105216318?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1652571915105216318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1652571915105216318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1652571915105216318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1652571915105216318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-6569162087150220847</id><published>2008-02-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna thank you.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending your precious time, with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am precious to you, and since,&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to do so, you are more than happy,&lt;br /&gt;to savior all the moment with me.&lt;br /&gt;You, never have I thought that I would be so happy,&lt;br /&gt;with your presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You appear to be one, who may destruct me, and everything,&lt;br /&gt;within me, easily, as I am fragile, and I have lost to you.&lt;br /&gt;But slowly, you appear to be such a nice person,&lt;br /&gt;too nice to be described. You are lovely, really.&lt;br /&gt;And now I know how it feels to be truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;It's really different from gaming.&lt;br /&gt;Like whereby you can't really show how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;you can make black look white,&lt;br /&gt;turn white into black,&lt;br /&gt;put a fake smile so widely and so naturally,&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am glad that this course has come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I still have the traits of player inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;but who cares, you? You like it dirty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am scared, cause everything seems to pretty, to be true.&lt;br /&gt;We have never quarreled over anything, so far.&lt;br /&gt;The course just seems to smooth to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself, and I know, everything is real.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe I have been living in my own world for too long,&lt;br /&gt;my own, ideal world, I mean, till I almost forget how does it feel like,&lt;br /&gt;to be loved, like really. And yes, I will never ever feel like getting enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're just addictive, like vicodin with a touch of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R6W7vpn_KVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cCMu1FgpOcI/s1600-h/Love_Bites_by_WinterRose31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R6W7vpn_KVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cCMu1FgpOcI/s400/Love_Bites_by_WinterRose31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162738975151958354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love it at the neck, and the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Though the sensation is giving me lots of goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;It starts from the neck, then. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6569162087150220847?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6569162087150220847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6569162087150220847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6569162087150220847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6569162087150220847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-wanna-thank-you.html' title='I just wanna thank you.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R6W7vpn_KVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cCMu1FgpOcI/s72-c/Love_Bites_by_WinterRose31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1087971655549483035</id><published>2008-01-27T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:24.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, you smell much better than my macchiato.</title><content type='html'>You're my addiction, do you happen to know that?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I am yearning for, yes, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of my elder brother, one whom I look up to the most.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to replace him for a while, or forever?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dare not give an answer.&lt;br /&gt;But, he does not give me lots of goosebumps, unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. How silly I am?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it because, my brother is my sibling, and you're my darling.&lt;br /&gt;Lines have been established once one's status in your heart is defined.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth. Your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You're simply, almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you bite.&lt;br /&gt;It's like experiencing an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Like when a piece of chocolate is melting in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I can never get enough of you, I think.&lt;br /&gt;You've caught me, trapped me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, you are really cunning.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I feel more attached to you now.&lt;br /&gt;Like some kind of emotional attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you're gonna be the last.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me how does it feel to be loved and to love.&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you do smell much better than my favorite cup of macchiato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5xTq5n_KUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JBaRWIhmsi4/s1600-h/The_Kiss_by_livinginthewillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5xTq5n_KUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JBaRWIhmsi4/s400/The_Kiss_by_livinginthewillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160091269547895106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Baby, baby, you're my everything, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you too much to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1087971655549483035?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1087971655549483035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1087971655549483035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1087971655549483035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1087971655549483035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-you-smell-much-better-than-my.html' title='Yeah, you smell much better than my macchiato.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5xTq5n_KUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/JBaRWIhmsi4/s72-c/The_Kiss_by_livinginthewillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8451453832640279527</id><published>2008-01-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:24.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah the language that you use, reacts like chemicals.</title><content type='html'>Nobody has ever held my hands the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Call me silly. Call me foolish.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, for real. Yes, for real.&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest girl on earth. I dare say.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;You're like a star falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Falling nicely into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the right one. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But I admit, you'd be the best that I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, really sure bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I am dancing according to the tunes you play, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that weird? Isn't that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;Words are never enough to describe you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said for today. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am still shocked, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me happy.:)&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear, many many.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to coffee, it started with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5LTdQH8umI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3PvpWodywjw/s1600-h/A_kiss_by_becoming_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5LTdQH8umI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3PvpWodywjw/s400/A_kiss_by_becoming_death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157417022790613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The more I know you, the more I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The more I long for you, the more I yearn for your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I guess, I am addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There's something about you and coffee.&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/4439657681134493493-8451453832640279527?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8451453832640279527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8451453832640279527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8451453832640279527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8451453832640279527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-language-that-you-use-reacts-like.html' title='Yeah the language that you use, reacts like chemicals.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R5LTdQH8umI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3PvpWodywjw/s72-c/A_kiss_by_becoming_death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4366956880321524702</id><published>2008-01-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>It has been such a long time, since I last smiled and blushed.&lt;br /&gt;You, have the ability to make me do so.&lt;br /&gt;Killing me, somehow, gradually.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared, of course, cause, you're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the feeling I've got is just rather unreal.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had this feeling before, for real.&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, you'd be the best I'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a smile though.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is one of the warmest smile I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Being brought up in the society where black maybe white,&lt;br /&gt;and white maybe black, I have seen lots of wicked smiles.&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile and the way you treat me,&lt;br /&gt;it's just so different.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to compare you with the rest, but,&lt;br /&gt;it's true. I haven't met one like you so far.&lt;br /&gt;And I lost to you, expectedly.&lt;br /&gt;You've done a good job.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like totally.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I may sound silly I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy, cause you're always there, to ...&lt;br /&gt;to make me,&lt;br /&gt;S M I L E.&lt;br /&gt;You are loved and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4zOMwH8ulI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Vfddl14pVE/s1600-h/smile_for_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4zOMwH8ulI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Vfddl14pVE/s400/smile_for_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155722391904369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes, I just don't feel like letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;Even it's just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me so happy that I've got the world on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on a rainbow.:)&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/4439657681134493493-4366956880321524702?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4366956880321524702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4366956880321524702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4366956880321524702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4366956880321524702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4zOMwH8ulI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Vfddl14pVE/s72-c/smile_for_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5807015278284907536</id><published>2008-01-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:21:30.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the world on a string.</title><content type='html'>"I've got the world on a string,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on a rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;This particular line happens to be my favorite of all time.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, when you know, you're falling for one.&lt;br /&gt;It's like experiencing an euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;When he grabs your hand, tightly,&lt;br /&gt;you know that you are wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I do feel happy,&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I've found you,&lt;br /&gt;is really pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;You've added lots of colors to my life.&lt;br /&gt;It is not as dull as before.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you've never failed to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I always smile like a silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been much better with your presence.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel me a grape, crush me some ice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5807015278284907536?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5807015278284907536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5807015278284907536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5807015278284907536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5807015278284907536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-got-world-on-string.html' title='I&apos;ve got the world on a string.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-512523525510845406</id><published>2008-01-09T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:12:48.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with; I have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Color: red.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: healthy sandwiches and red Anjou pears. :D&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: tennis and golf. :)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: winter. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: &lt;b&gt;Häagen-Dazs&lt;/b&gt;' Summer Berries and Cream.&lt;span title="Representation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)" class="IPA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Experiencing mood swing. PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: Calvin Klein sleepwear.&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: Lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 8.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: My bed and my study.&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: Headache has given me so much trouble these days.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: I think I am sick of Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Someone from kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Hahaha. My HOT neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: ??? I've forgotten bout it.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: Nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: Orange juice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: Few weeks back. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: Shouldn't answer it here.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: Oh. Yesterday night. It's from my niece, Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: Astrud Gilberto's finest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you evers?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: Yes. Many many.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested?: Haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: Nope. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 5 things you are good at: bitching, mugging???, GAMING, cooking, and of course SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you've done today: went to school, read econs notes, started tutorial 13, and ate some pears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: songs played on the itunes, some noises from my neighbour, and of course, my silly dog's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People to tag: drew, wang, gee, angel and long lost jeannny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-512523525510845406?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/512523525510845406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=512523525510845406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/512523525510845406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/512523525510845406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-6586359981815312075</id><published>2008-01-08T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a magnificent painting, yet just the sketch.</title><content type='html'>It started with a blank white canvas.&lt;br /&gt;Stood firmly on the easel.&lt;br /&gt;It has been months since I started out this painting.&lt;br /&gt;Sketches were made.&lt;br /&gt;Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;What's so interesting about this painting?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just some ordinary piece?&lt;br /&gt;It started with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a stroke too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are many traces here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It took me months to finish, only the sketch, the skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;Should I start pouring colors?&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of them now, different shades of the colors of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Purple will symbolize elegance, and red, passion.&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that all I am painting is just a scenery?&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary yet, mesmerizing one.&lt;br /&gt;The sky will be covered in different tones of purple.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. I still have to consult my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I am still unable to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I will come back and paint again.&lt;br /&gt;When I have the time, the confidence,&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the courage, most importantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4NblgH8ukI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nWLgDen1_Ao/s1600-h/canvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4NblgH8ukI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nWLgDen1_Ao/s400/canvas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153063098478541378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;San Fransisco, New York City, California? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh well. Somehow I am scared to paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm afraid of ruining the beauty of the sketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh well. Will the colors be thick enough to cover up all the imperfections?&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/4439657681134493493-6586359981815312075?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6586359981815312075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6586359981815312075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6586359981815312075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6586359981815312075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-magnificent-painting-yet-just.html' title='What a magnificent painting, yet just the sketch.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4NblgH8ukI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nWLgDen1_Ao/s72-c/canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6229649017703059869</id><published>2008-01-06T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>React on me, like a huge dose of drugs.</title><content type='html'>It was that particular evening, a memorable one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat predictable, yet managed to keep me interested.&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet, sweeter than the rest, I would admit.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I come across such a gentle, yet  firm, guy, like you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that explains why you are such extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of my favorite piece of song, beautifully written and composed.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yet interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Complex to a certain extent, to keep one in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Which planet are you from, dear?&lt;br /&gt;You have amused me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. You have been a really nice guy so far.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what you have told me about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Impressive, this word is for you, though I know, it is not enough to do you any justice.&lt;br /&gt;I am falling for you, deeper than I have ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;Are you playing, or not, I do not care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I feel happy, I can give up many many things.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do long and yearn for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;You are just the right one, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I do long for your hands.&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder when these hands of mine are going to be held by yours.&lt;br /&gt;However, I know, I am scarred, for life.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the perfect one for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I assure you, once I fall for you, I am yours, fully.&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be a player who runs game on everybody.&lt;br /&gt;To get what I want, of course.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, when the iceberg melt, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I am melting.&lt;br /&gt;I am just not so sure about what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, clearly, I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall just expect for the best and prepare for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;You're just like a huge dose of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4II6QH8ujI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kFlMmb4HLuY/s1600-h/Drugs_by_fcosmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4II6QH8ujI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kFlMmb4HLuY/s400/Drugs_by_fcosmin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152690720519010866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wonder what would you do, if you know my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The past is really disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It is better to kept untold, I guess.&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/4439657681134493493-6229649017703059869?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6229649017703059869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6229649017703059869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6229649017703059869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6229649017703059869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/react-on-me-like-huge-dose-of-drugs.html' title='React on me, like a huge dose of drugs.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R4II6QH8ujI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kFlMmb4HLuY/s72-c/Drugs_by_fcosmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7133672819544103533</id><published>2008-01-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:25.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post of the year 2008.</title><content type='html'>School is starting tomorrow. What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't love going to school.&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting up with friends and darlings, but I just hate passing up all my HOLIDAY HW.:P&lt;br /&gt;Should at least tell you all what I am listening to now.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Starlight by Muse. Kinda an old song. But I just love it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am EMO-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy I guess but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy yesterday. YES. YES.&lt;br /&gt;Such a sleazy and glamorous party.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know few people, who are kinda influential?&lt;br /&gt;That's e fun thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've got a ring, an expected one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the ring.&lt;br /&gt;You've made this new year different from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Though you couldn't be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.:)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do love you, somehow. (If you happen to read my blog, you'd know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R3o19wH8uiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4XAGtErs-IU/s1600-h/Weaver_of_Starlight_Pt2_by_kayleigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R3o19wH8uiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4XAGtErs-IU/s400/Weaver_of_Starlight_Pt2_by_kayleigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150488458858117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I seldom wish upon a falling star.&lt;br /&gt;But I did, once, this year.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, you're sent to me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's something we called destiny. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7133672819544103533?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7133672819544103533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7133672819544103533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7133672819544103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7133672819544103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-year-2008.html' title='The first post of the year 2008.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R3o19wH8uiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4XAGtErs-IU/s72-c/Weaver_of_Starlight_Pt2_by_kayleigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1813226974159409728</id><published>2007-12-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:47:33.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As charming as one can ever be.</title><content type='html'>Never did I know that you can be such a nice and sweet guy.&lt;br /&gt;Aye. You're never a Mr. Nice Guy before.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think you've won me over. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not think too much.&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday's evening was a pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by so quickly, really. I admitted that.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it much.&lt;br /&gt;Words aren't enough to describe how I feel bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Since I am running out of words, I shall just stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Let you readers fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're SPECIAL, yes, you told me many times bout that.&lt;br /&gt;You're charming as one can ever be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1813226974159409728?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1813226974159409728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1813226974159409728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1813226974159409728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1813226974159409728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-charming-as-one-can-ever-be.html' title='As charming as one can ever be.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-9152397248794517999</id><published>2007-12-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:25.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last gave my heart to someone, completely?&lt;br /&gt;The box is still locked, till now.&lt;br /&gt;One has gotten the key for months.&lt;br /&gt;But he hasn't done anything, except staring at the box.&lt;br /&gt;Listens carefully to it's heartbeats everyday, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since you've gotten the key, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;Are you such a simpleton?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine a future with you, though it may not be a bed full of red roses.&lt;br /&gt;But it's thinkable, imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten everything I am looking for, in a guy, to stand next to me.&lt;br /&gt;You have nearly killed me with your wits and your intelligence, of course.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, you're really special.&lt;br /&gt;How special is special then?&lt;br /&gt;Only I know the answer, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last heard your voice.&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of voice that will lull me to sleep, at night.&lt;br /&gt;It also helps to calm my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, you've made me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're so dangerous, as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You even got a set of jaws as sharp as those of a shark.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how dangerous you are, you are attractive.&lt;br /&gt;You've managed to seduce me.&lt;br /&gt;You've lured me.&lt;br /&gt;I am losing all my senses.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking nonsense when it comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;Why so?&lt;br /&gt;Use your senses to figure out the code.&lt;br /&gt;If you like me, please tell me so.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am never like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know if our relationship will ever work.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know whether we are meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you, you've driven me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running a game on ya.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've fallen for ya.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget,&lt;br /&gt;if you decide that you want me,&lt;br /&gt;be prepared,&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm no an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R2KVkQH8uhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MEFEHry7lFY/s1600-h/Forever_Waiting_by_AstralWind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R2KVkQH8uhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MEFEHry7lFY/s400/Forever_Waiting_by_AstralWind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143838174446664210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas is like so gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;Santa, Santa, I want a gift this time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want a company, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing, upon a falling star...&lt;br /&gt;Though I always say, never wish upon the falling stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-9152397248794517999?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9152397248794517999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=9152397248794517999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/9152397248794517999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/9152397248794517999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R2KVkQH8uhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MEFEHry7lFY/s72-c/Forever_Waiting_by_AstralWind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7918551015614666540</id><published>2007-11-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:25.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been blinded.</title><content type='html'>To a certain extent, you amused me.&lt;br /&gt;You have somehow swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I am flattered, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I am smitten, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I have for you, are built based on my sensibilities.&lt;br /&gt;I can see that I like you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I adore you, and I admire you.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, the feelings I have, will go against reasons.&lt;br /&gt;You're such an interesting creature.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most outstanding one, I dare say.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I met one as agreeable as you before.&lt;br /&gt;You amused me, so much, so much that I always smile,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you look into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the most intense ones that I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am still unsure about your feelings to me,&lt;br /&gt;your affections, your flirtations.&lt;br /&gt;You've driven me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been blinded,&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R0giHdDb4AI/AAAAAAAAANs/scswg676glc/s1600-h/beauty_is_supposed_to_be_blind_by_escapionist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R0giHdDb4AI/AAAAAAAAANs/scswg676glc/s400/beauty_is_supposed_to_be_blind_by_escapionist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136392886469517314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you the one I want?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, give me some hints.&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/4439657681134493493-7918551015614666540?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7918551015614666540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7918551015614666540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7918551015614666540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7918551015614666540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-been-blinded.html' title='I have been blinded.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/R0giHdDb4AI/AAAAAAAAANs/scswg676glc/s72-c/beauty_is_supposed_to_be_blind_by_escapionist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4960728687167867122</id><published>2007-11-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:02:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time, One More Chance</title><content type='html'>One More Time, One More Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing: Masayoshi Yamazaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrangement: Toshiyuki Mori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transliteration and translation: daike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation support: Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation edit: icie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more do I have to lose, before my heart is forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;How many more pains do I have to suffer, to meet you once again?&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh seasons, fade not&lt;br /&gt;One more time, when we were messing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we disagreed, I would always give in first&lt;br /&gt;Your selfish nature made me love you even more&lt;br /&gt;One more chance, the memories restrain my steps&lt;br /&gt;One more chance, I cannot choose my next destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite platform, in the windows along the lane&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If my wish were to come true, I would be at your side right away&lt;br /&gt;There would be nothing I couldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;I would put everything on the line and hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;If I just wanted to avoid loneliness, anybody would have been enough.&lt;br /&gt;Because the night looks like the stars will fall, I cannot lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;One more time, oh seasons, fade not.&lt;br /&gt;One more time, when we were messing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At a street crossing, in the midst of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If a miracle were to happen here, I would show you right away&lt;br /&gt;The new morning, who I’ll be from now on&lt;br /&gt;And the words I never said: “I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The memories of summer are revolving&lt;br /&gt;The throbbing which suddenly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At dawn on the streets, at Sakuragi-cho&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If my wish were to come true, I would be at your side right away&lt;br /&gt;There would be nothing I couldn’t do&lt;br /&gt;I would put everything on the line and hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always searching, for fragments of you to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At a traveller’s store, in the corner of newspaper,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If a miracle were to happen here, I would show you right away&lt;br /&gt;The new morning, who I’ll be from now on&lt;br /&gt;And the words I never said: “I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end up looking for your smile, to appear somewhere&lt;br /&gt;At the railroad crossing, waiting for the express to pass&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place&lt;br /&gt;If our lives could be repeated, I would be at your side every time&lt;br /&gt;I would want nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Besides you, nothing else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4960728687167867122?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4960728687167867122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4960728687167867122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4960728687167867122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4960728687167867122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-more-time-one-more-chance.html' title='One More Time, One More Chance'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-7555951610319687620</id><published>2007-10-31T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:49:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps! No more PW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Today's the last day of the month October of the year.&lt;/div&gt;Last year, I still remembered clearly that I was still doing my O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot which paper was that. But it sucked. Now, it's not that bad cause I had my OP (Oral Presentation) in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was kinda alright I guess. Nothing went wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;Peeps! No more PW for me.&lt;br /&gt;I may throw all the papers and whatsoever related to PW now.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like, one heavy load has been lifted.&lt;br /&gt;Received a small gift from my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I love her and I am so gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving me and my class to pursue her own interest.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to let her go, of course. But ya, I have to respect her decision.&lt;br /&gt;Her life, her choice.&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went out with my bimbos to PS, to have this sweet stuff, ICE MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;Love it so much! Next time we should get the durian and mango one (*hint hint*).&lt;br /&gt;Did my grocery shopping there too.&lt;br /&gt;Went home to get my dinner and I bathed my little dog today!:D&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I last played with her hair. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I tied the hair with my newly bought ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;So it's purplish and orange-ish. :P&lt;br /&gt;What a contrast as my dog is black in nature.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I received messages from some people of course.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the messages are kinda surprising though.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can see the effect of silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that my entry is so boring today.&lt;br /&gt;I am TIRED. NEED MY SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. But yes, I am blogging! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.=)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;Rosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7555951610319687620?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7555951610319687620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7555951610319687620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7555951610319687620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7555951610319687620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/peeps-no-more-pw.html' title='Peeps! No more PW.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-9033634812051726830</id><published>2007-10-23T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:25.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're as addictive as caffeine.</title><content type='html'>Like my favorite cup of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;you work on me like a huge dose of caffeine,&lt;br /&gt;addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I am yearning for every single drop,&lt;br /&gt;that drops onto my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;bitter, sweet,&lt;br /&gt;the taste is just right.&lt;br /&gt;Like a drug, addictive,&lt;br /&gt;poisonous if used excessively.&lt;br /&gt;I must be careful,&lt;br /&gt;not to be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;by you.&lt;br /&gt;A natural seducer,&lt;br /&gt;that's what you are.&lt;br /&gt;But then, two of us are Casanovas,&lt;br /&gt;aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;The game is going to get interesting,&lt;br /&gt;as what I've foreseen.&lt;br /&gt;An impressive set of puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;A physicist like me should be able to do so. :)&lt;br /&gt;"SEDUCE me with that C A R A M E L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rx1V6AmXJUI/AAAAAAAAANk/1b7tTILgF7s/s1600-h/___waiting_for_a_friend_by_nbknew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rx1V6AmXJUI/AAAAAAAAANk/1b7tTILgF7s/s400/___waiting_for_a_friend_by_nbknew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124346406099166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Caramel Macchiato is really addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I think you're lovable. =P&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/4439657681134493493-9033634812051726830?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9033634812051726830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=9033634812051726830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/9033634812051726830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/9033634812051726830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-as-addictive-as-caffeine.html' title='You&apos;re as addictive as caffeine.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rx1V6AmXJUI/AAAAAAAAANk/1b7tTILgF7s/s72-c/___waiting_for_a_friend_by_nbknew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1763461735567751047</id><published>2007-10-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back as a player?</title><content type='html'>I'm back! As a player? As a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't have the answer with me now.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been interesting these days.&lt;br /&gt;I am out to meet up with hotties again. =)&lt;br /&gt;After such a long break! For about 4 months?&lt;br /&gt;From all the dudes I've met and seen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Conclusion, you're the best so far.&lt;br /&gt;A muscular broom that swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;You've made my day, easily.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, silly boy is forgotten. :P&lt;br /&gt;But silly boy is still the one with the best features.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am a player, it doesn't mean I don't have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so happy. The feeling is just ...&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You're good looking, interesting and I love the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxoehgmXJTI/AAAAAAAAANc/4UKBJvjC5GY/s1600-h/Playgirl_by_MissElain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxoehgmXJTI/AAAAAAAAANc/4UKBJvjC5GY/s400/Playgirl_by_MissElain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123441087122711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;When a player meets a noob?&lt;br /&gt;When a player meets a player?&lt;br /&gt;Make it or break it?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;I'm back as a player. :P&lt;br /&gt;So be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1763461735567751047?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1763461735567751047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1763461735567751047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1763461735567751047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1763461735567751047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-as-player.html' title='Back as a player?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxoehgmXJTI/AAAAAAAAANc/4UKBJvjC5GY/s72-c/Playgirl_by_MissElain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1769508698763052494</id><published>2007-10-17T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lucky day?</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Today's Hui Zyi's birthday!:D&lt;br /&gt;Was so pissed in the morning cause she rejected my phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn bored with PW. RAHS!&lt;br /&gt;Was playing sushi go round btw. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Saw wolverine! SIAN? Thought today would be an unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow Hui Zyi dear came to school. (scared of being strangled by Yee Ling :P)&lt;br /&gt;Now now.&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jin Wei eh! He's still as hot as before! WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;And he spotted me first. Whee! I won! :P&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy actually. (:&lt;br /&gt;He's damn good looking. Much much better than Michael though.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated HZ's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And bought doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;That's the commotions of the day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Peeps! I am going to J2!:D&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hms. That's all for today I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxYDxAmXJSI/AAAAAAAAANU/5eJ_DHhzW-g/s1600-h/Goldfish_Zodiac_Sign_Calendar_by_kuronamida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxYDxAmXJSI/AAAAAAAAANU/5eJ_DHhzW-g/s400/Goldfish_Zodiac_Sign_Calendar_by_kuronamida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122285766689891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bitching gang rocks!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh well. We are being labeled as BIMBOS. But ay, we got brains!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We should mug hard together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gotta get a good set of A's results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My Christmas wish :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fill in yourself. If you know. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1769508698763052494?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1769508698763052494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1769508698763052494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1769508698763052494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1769508698763052494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucky-day.html' title='A lucky day?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RxYDxAmXJSI/AAAAAAAAANU/5eJ_DHhzW-g/s72-c/Goldfish_Zodiac_Sign_Calendar_by_kuronamida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2945089541029053251</id><published>2007-10-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just an infatuation, I hope.</title><content type='html'>I will only settle for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reminding myself of this many times.&lt;br /&gt;Till it gets repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, your presence in my life,&lt;br /&gt;is making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I am so afraid of falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know, falling for one is not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I haven't known you much.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I don't know you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I only know you through the words you said.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, you are constructed solely based on my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;mainly from the words and the language that you used.&lt;br /&gt;I am not obsessed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am very clear of that.&lt;br /&gt;But then, the language that you used reacts like chemical.&lt;br /&gt;I am falling for you, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You may think I am such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;My life, my choice.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I never expect.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I am darn scared of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get scarred.&lt;br /&gt;Though the chance of getting hurt is there.&lt;br /&gt;But I still couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I am the one who is making choices,&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible for it, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I just hope that it's just an infatuation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rw3-_AmXJRI/AAAAAAAAANM/vHImkjlCghw/s1600-h/SCARED_by_fraanzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rw3-_AmXJRI/AAAAAAAAANM/vHImkjlCghw/s400/SCARED_by_fraanzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120028709836236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never did I think of knowing one like you,&lt;br /&gt;never did I think of getting so far,&lt;br /&gt;never did I think of liking you,&lt;br /&gt;never did I think of falling for you,&lt;br /&gt;but now, I think I like you...&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like me back or not,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter.=)&lt;br /&gt;What matters is that I am glad that God let me know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2945089541029053251?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2945089541029053251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2945089541029053251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2945089541029053251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2945089541029053251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-just-infatuation-i-hope.html' title='It&apos;s just an infatuation, I hope.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rw3-_AmXJRI/AAAAAAAAANM/vHImkjlCghw/s72-c/SCARED_by_fraanzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7125926538643623055</id><published>2007-10-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:37:32.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boys with expensive toys.</title><content type='html'>It's not the toys. It's the way you use them...&lt;br /&gt;This statement is logical isn't it, nobody will go against it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of this book called THE GAME, penetrating the secret society of pickup artists and also this book called THE ART OF SEDUCTION.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I am neither a pervert nor a desperado like what people have in their mind when they realize that I read this kind of books. It's just merely books. Just to broaden your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I'd post you about the books once I've finished comparing k, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wait. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 'serious' business.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Dear diary dear peeps dear darlings.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how will you know whether he or she is the one?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just as simple as identifying which one is more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I am torn apart somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a boyfriend, but I don't need one.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I think I am so into this chap, but there's another interesting chap too, out there.&lt;br /&gt;To me, these two chaps are very different in nature.&lt;br /&gt;But they are equally interesting, really.&lt;br /&gt;But only one, that is able to keep my mouth shut, i.e. I am just SPEECHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I myself can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I think it's because of PMS. That's why I am so brainless these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Should be able to turn back to the cunning me and the manipulative me soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya darlings!&lt;br /&gt;Because of you all, I somehow feel that I am not losing.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7125926538643623055?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7125926538643623055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7125926538643623055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7125926538643623055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7125926538643623055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-boys-with-expensive-toys.html' title='Bad boys with expensive toys.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-6794937505450770946</id><published>2007-10-02T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:20:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't be doing this but...</title><content type='html'>Oh well. I am rather depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;Econs paper. I hope it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Rosey doesn't wanna get retained.&lt;br /&gt;I know nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;But then, everybody around me is damn scared of getting retained.&lt;br /&gt;Many of them did much better than me during mid year.&lt;br /&gt;And THEY are SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;What bout me?&lt;br /&gt;The optimistic me become PESSIMISTIC, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame them, but REALLY,&lt;br /&gt;many of them make me feel like a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever felt like this before.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a brain.&lt;br /&gt;It's just during midyear my brain is not working.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. A proof that I have NOT been mugging.&lt;br /&gt;It's TRUE. But now,&lt;br /&gt;I've MUGGED?&lt;br /&gt;And I am still so SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW???&lt;br /&gt;I so don't wanna get retained...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like CRYING out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be a child, FOREVER...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6794937505450770946?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6794937505450770946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6794937505450770946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6794937505450770946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6794937505450770946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/shouldnt-be-doing-this-but.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t be doing this but...'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-7526814294033359956</id><published>2007-09-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather unusual outing?</title><content type='html'>Oh well. I bet my friend is cursing me now. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Whenever we go out, we always catch a movie? Am I right? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, we'll be doing something fun and INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike today. Mugging.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Roadside cafe?&lt;br /&gt;I know you are DISTRACTED. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Thanks to you that I finished some Maths today.=D&lt;br /&gt;Owe you a big chocolate k!&lt;br /&gt;And I still owe you a MOVIE I realised!&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I am supposed to be mugging like mad now.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I suddenly feel like blogging k.&lt;br /&gt;So I blog! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Darlings out there! We all must mug mug mug k. Its only like for 10 more days and we'll be FREE, temporarily!Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Cut the story short!&lt;br /&gt;I must go back to mug already.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, bestie, thanks k! U ROCK!=D&lt;br /&gt;I owe you a MOVIE, a CHOC, and maybe i'd draw you a bear la. Since I dun think I will go and make you one!:P&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm good at drawing K!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RvpRagmXJQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ci6L7DdLUQ0/s1600-h/starbucks_by_ustanurdan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RvpRagmXJQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ci6L7DdLUQ0/s400/starbucks_by_ustanurdan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114489842701903106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Coffee coffee, coffee rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Macchiato rocks. =D&lt;br /&gt;Never sick of it!&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge gained : Ugly chicken pie is damn nice! Nicer than the chicken broccoli quiche!&lt;br /&gt;I should go try the UGLIER chicken pie soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-RANDOM POST OF THE DAY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7526814294033359956?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7526814294033359956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7526814294033359956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7526814294033359956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7526814294033359956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/rather-unusual-outing.html' title='A rather unusual outing?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RvpRagmXJQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ci6L7DdLUQ0/s72-c/starbucks_by_ustanurdan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6337655395946308096</id><published>2007-09-24T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash racket! I'm missing the old you.</title><content type='html'>To the squash racket!&lt;br /&gt;Well well.&lt;br /&gt;Today's post gonna be kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I MISS YOU K! Was kinda wary when I didn't hear from you for just few days?&lt;br /&gt;Let's round it off, A week.&lt;br /&gt;You're so CRUEL! Never even say hi or hello to me. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna make you pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think you're withdrawing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you just bored?&lt;br /&gt;You always tell me that you're bored,&lt;br /&gt;lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and don't know why you're just not in the mood to talk to anybody,&lt;br /&gt;INCLUDING me.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you told me that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If you enjoy my sweet talk,&lt;br /&gt;and you love it.&lt;br /&gt;You should just find me when you're bored rite?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you feel down again.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not pleasant, so not pleasant to me.&lt;br /&gt;Please turn back to your own self.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the cheerful you,&lt;br /&gt;the one who always have lots of jokes to entertain me,&lt;br /&gt;one who always teases me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing ever changed.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you do change, tell me,&lt;br /&gt;talk to me still.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get ENOUGH of you and your NONSENSE.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RveYnAmXJPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/la4IKowx1DQ/s1600-h/0aee88c8056b28e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RveYnAmXJPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/la4IKowx1DQ/s400/0aee88c8056b28e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113723697845708018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're just mysterious,&lt;br /&gt;you're just happening,&lt;br /&gt;you're just as bright as the star, which twinkles in the darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;you're just...&lt;br /&gt;words are never enough to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;you're just so wonderful, to me,&lt;br /&gt;though you're not good looking,&lt;br /&gt;though you're not hot,&lt;br /&gt;whatever la,&lt;br /&gt;you're like an addiction,&lt;br /&gt;REACTS ON ME LIKE BOTTLES OF VICODIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6337655395946308096?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6337655395946308096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6337655395946308096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6337655395946308096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6337655395946308096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/squash-racket-im-missing-old-you.html' title='Squash racket! I&apos;m missing the old you.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RveYnAmXJPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/la4IKowx1DQ/s72-c/0aee88c8056b28e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7622026531668237790</id><published>2007-09-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:26.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused? Moody? Happy? Whatever...</title><content type='html'>I am updating my blog, yes I am. Cause this may be the last post before promos end? Perhaps. Hahahaha. But maybe not. Oh well. Let's talk some nonsense now. Promos are like so near and yeah I am still going online. SLAP ME PLEASE! But then kinda glad cause everything is rather settled by now. Studies? Getting better. =). Love life? I am no loveaholic. So its OK. Shopping addiction? Hahahahaha. Only you can cure it, but I know you have enough to support my shoe fetish. But then, why I am confused and moody? Firstly, I miss you SO! SO much that I dare not say it out. The worst is I dare not even like send you a text. It's that bad k. I'm so scared that I may have you in my mind again! Thats all. Cause you're just too perfect too be true. Secondly, I am rather moody cause you, my BIGGEST distraction, are playing TOO HARD TO GET. Oh well. I am right. I will not settle down till I found a DIAMOND a BIG one. Thirdly, MY PROMOS! I AM SO GODDAMN SCARED, SCARED OF GETTING RETAINED. I'VE DONE SO BADLY FOR MY COMMON TEST THAT I AM ON THE VERGE OF GETTING RETAINED. But then my mom keeps on telling me not to worry, just give my best shot! Ok Ok. That's relieving. But still. I AM SO WORRIED! Then, I am happy happy happy! Cause ya, my studies are rather alright now. Hahaha. But still worried worried. LOL. Should I stop? Hm. I should I should. But then blogging is just damn addictive K! Its like a nibble of vicodin!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Let's talk bout vicodin and why I keep on mentioning vicodin! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Vicodin (&lt;a title="Hydrocodone" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocodone"&gt;Hydrocodone&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Paracetamol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paracetamol"&gt;paracetamol&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a title="Paracetamol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paracetamol"&gt;acetaminophen&lt;/a&gt;)) is a selective &lt;a title="Pain killer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain_killer"&gt;pain killer&lt;/a&gt; commonly seen as a white tablet with the name "Vicodin", "Vicodin ES", "M357", or "Vicodin HP" imprinted on one side. It shares its characteristics with many other drugs in chemistry and form; such drugs are also pain killers and may be marketed as Anexsia, Anolor DH5, Bancap HC, Dolacet, Lorcet, Lortab, Vadunk, Norco, T-Gesic, or Zydone.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it k. Go figure out why some people are just like bottles of vicodin. =D&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna end my post now?&lt;br /&gt;I'd blog more bout my feelings when I feel like doing so. Right now, I am not in the full story-telling mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112309781055126658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RvKSqOGLvII/AAAAAAAAAM0/zz6h8B-9G4s/s400/deception_by_Anastasia_is.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONFUSED! MOODY! WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I JUST WANNA SAY I AM MISSING YOU, SILLY BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU'RE STILL ON MY MIND.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7622026531668237790?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7622026531668237790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7622026531668237790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7622026531668237790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7622026531668237790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/confused-moody-happy-whatever.html' title='Confused? Moody? Happy? Whatever...'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RvKSqOGLvII/AAAAAAAAAM0/zz6h8B-9G4s/s72-c/deception_by_Anastasia_is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8697645483077632799</id><published>2007-09-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:51:33.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so me!</title><content type='html'>The Pursuit - Evans Blue&lt;br /&gt;You lived a time of lies until you told me everything&lt;br /&gt;I hope we make amends, but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Life taught you how to fly and then you flew away from me&lt;br /&gt;You left me haunted, star the ending image of the one&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the voices you don't know&lt;br /&gt;And they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the choices that you chose&lt;br /&gt;(Make the voices tell me who you are and who I am to be)&lt;br /&gt;You harbored all the wasted sighs to define the quiet drone&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you start again, but you won't&lt;br /&gt;I saw you pray for change and then you walked all over me&lt;br /&gt;You wanted what you could not have and now you are alone&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the voices you don't know&lt;br /&gt;And they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the choices that you chose&lt;br /&gt;Make the voices tell me who you are and who I am to be&lt;br /&gt;Are you alone where you are tonight?I'm alone when you're right here&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still in you somehow&lt;br /&gt;I never left at all&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stealing you too low&lt;br /&gt;So my voice is all you know&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the voices you don't know&lt;br /&gt;And they're still in you too low&lt;br /&gt;All the choices that you chose&lt;br /&gt;Leave you nothing left to hold&lt;br /&gt;When you're nothing it's a good time to remind you of one thing&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit begins when this portrayal of life...ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence, It's so ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8697645483077632799?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8697645483077632799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8697645483077632799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8697645483077632799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8697645483077632799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-so-me.html' title='It&apos;s so me!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-7663743341280595755</id><published>2007-09-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken, again? No more. I am kinda rebellious now.</title><content type='html'>I am kinda broken, again.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of my studies.&lt;br /&gt;My studies are kinda on the right track now. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda broken cause,&lt;br /&gt;I am rather troubled with this question,&lt;br /&gt;"Will you accept it, if I remarry?".&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My answer is a NO.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the question is raised by my folks.&lt;br /&gt;One of them, make the guess.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda beaten.&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so unfaithful?&lt;br /&gt;How can you do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted that bitter fact now.&lt;br /&gt;And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to change,&lt;br /&gt;I mean in our family at least.&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep everything the same.&lt;br /&gt;There's time to be born,&lt;br /&gt;there's time to die.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever had happened, just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody expected it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could stop it from happening that time.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't wanna accept the presence of NEW person at home.&lt;br /&gt;So, please respect my OPINION!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to lead the family downward.&lt;br /&gt;It has been tough for you, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You are lonely, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But please, you have us, your beloved sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need other to please you do you?&lt;br /&gt;I am not threatening you.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna accept the presence of a NEW person in the household.&lt;br /&gt;I am HAPPY with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;So please, do not ruin my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;You are my role model, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I want you as the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;But, don't betray my trust.&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda broken now.&lt;br /&gt;I bet the other party is too.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GROWN UP GIRL now, I need you to respect my OPINION.&lt;br /&gt;If I say NO and the rest say NO, it simply means a NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO negotiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108881668596351890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RuZkz0Aww5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/dVdIZVF1_eU/s400/Broken_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been crying, been lamenting,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eyes are rather swollen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my throat is kinda dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my eyes too, are dry and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My soul is broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kinda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Worsened by my broken phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need someone now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna scream out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna be hugged...&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/4439657681134493493-7663743341280595755?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7663743341280595755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7663743341280595755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7663743341280595755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7663743341280595755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-someone-right-now.html' title='Broken, again? No more. I am kinda rebellious now.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RuZkz0Aww5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/dVdIZVF1_eU/s72-c/Broken_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5655347485976611545</id><published>2007-09-09T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Sunday marks the last day of the September "break".&lt;br /&gt;I never think that this is September break.&lt;br /&gt;It's more like STUDY break.&lt;br /&gt;A break for you to mug as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;But then, it's not enough. One week ONLY?&lt;br /&gt;I want MORE!&lt;br /&gt;I need more time to mug and enjoy.=P&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have been playing and mugging.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I want to play more actually.Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;EOM is still in progress. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;What about LIT? WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even touched it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna die on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Deadline is Wednesday fyi.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all about school stuff I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;What bout yesterday and today?&lt;br /&gt;Been playing tennis in the morning.:D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;Just glad that I received a text from YOU. ;)&lt;br /&gt;A WHALE shark. Hahahaha. You've always been there making me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then was kinda surprised when I checked my friendster who had viewed me thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that WHALE, that SILLY BOY, and that SQUASH BOY were there in the LIST?&lt;br /&gt;WHOA! Am I glad? Kinda. Of course. Isn't that obvious?:P&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;My favorite player after Andy Roddick, which is Novak Djokovic, managed to get into US Open Final.=) WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I must get some work done right?&lt;br /&gt;SO I should stop blogging. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I finally agree with yee ling and li ling.&lt;br /&gt;Being single means being happy, free from stress and despression that you can get from your partner. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I've been entertaining!:P&lt;br /&gt;Oopsies. One thing left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT AN AIRHEAD BIMBO!=)&lt;br /&gt;But people think I AM.&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG ALL THE WAY DARLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN MAKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE MUST MAKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108195234038203266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RuP0gEAww4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xz6Eaw22_Pk/s400/SEDUCTIVE___by_ivyyiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's called the art of seduction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everybody is born with that power I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The power to seduce, but then, to get what you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you gotta master the art of seduction, it applies to everything, except STUDIES. I guess. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. I sound so BIMBO again, and rather BITCHY. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya, boys, never be a desperado k. Its so UNGLAM!&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/4439657681134493493-5655347485976611545?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5655347485976611545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5655347485976611545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5655347485976611545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5655347485976611545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School starts tomorrow?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RuP0gEAww4I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xz6Eaw22_Pk/s72-c/SEDUCTIVE___by_ivyyiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1984767664193039990</id><published>2007-09-04T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about how to please a girl like me.</title><content type='html'>A girl like me?&lt;br /&gt;A highly spoiled girl like me?&lt;br /&gt;I know you know how to please me.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you're not as sweet as honey,&lt;br /&gt;you're more of a saccharine.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet yet not harmful.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you don't sweet talk.&lt;br /&gt;A bonus point.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you fulfilled almost all the criteria.&lt;br /&gt;You're smart, you have the figure, you have the acceptable background,&lt;br /&gt;definitely somebody from my calibre.&lt;br /&gt;So, foolish me not to fall for you?&lt;br /&gt;But then, I don't wanna fall too fast,&lt;br /&gt;EASY come, EASY go!&lt;br /&gt;It always happens.&lt;br /&gt;Let me treasure you slowly, inch by inch, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tell you one thing,&lt;br /&gt;you've got some parts of me by now.&lt;br /&gt;But then, it doesn't mean that I'm easy to get.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta play the game I ruled, and I'd be yours.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it won't be so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't figured out what I want and why I want the thing I want.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;You're wanted!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna be toyed.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that you haven't played enough.&lt;br /&gt;So I better step backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you've played enough please.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes you special in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you're smart, smart to the extent that sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I stop biting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for the doughnuts and chocolates. I do love it much!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you're WINNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106328628366459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rt1S1UAww3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/I3R05vAvb_o/s400/elegance_by_JoeAstra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1984767664193039990?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1984767664193039990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1984767664193039990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1984767664193039990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1984767664193039990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-all-about-how-to-please-girl-like.html' title='It&apos;s all about how to please a girl like me.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rt1S1UAww3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/I3R05vAvb_o/s72-c/elegance_by_JoeAstra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5558949718577487123</id><published>2007-08-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:01:01.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite, bite.</title><content type='html'>I BITE.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can bite, everybody knows that Rosey can bite.&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to define the action bite I guess. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, there are also many types of bites too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What's the type of bite I'm talkin bout here? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Doughnut made my day!=D&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate peanut butter donut. So yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Teachers' Day Celebration, no lectures, no tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;We just came to school to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;After school was outing, met up with my secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;We watched ratatouille, a quite good movie, considering that it is a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I reached home, I saw an online message from someone that I've been waiting for days?&lt;br /&gt;RARs! But it's ok. It's alright. My pal gonna be back soon, with doughnuts and chocolates!XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's all for today? I suppose? Nothing much in my brain now.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dead today!:(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe you're right, I am still not over you, but then, you're not the guy I wanna be with.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bluberry cake from Geraldine made me happy!:D Love ya dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5558949718577487123?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5558949718577487123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5558949718577487123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5558949718577487123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5558949718577487123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/bite-bite.html' title='Bite, bite.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-7461729864801586115</id><published>2007-08-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating disorder? A lost friend found? A big green crocodile? Mixed emotions!</title><content type='html'>BOO! BOO! Here I am talking bout eating disorder. Hahaha. I admit that I have an eating disorder kay. But then, it is still an okay one. Hahaha. Not yet developed into anorexia or bulimia or wadever. Hahaha. And fyi, I am not skinny! Hahahaha. So I am not at the extreme yet, and will never be. Or else, my darlings and my PARENTS will KILL me. Ok. Let's start. How do I define eating disorder? To me, eating disorder simply means that you just don't feel like eating, or you vomit out whatever you put into your mouth? Eating disorder is really different from irregular eating pattern. But then, my DOCTORS argued with me. They said whatever it is that can lead to GASTRIC problem is called eating disorder. WTH! Ok ok. Today I received a pretty long lecture from both my doctor and the nurse there. I was actually looking for my doc, for some regular check up, to get some supplements. Then what happened? He caught me vomitting! WHOA! Then yeah, it's caused by the acid reflux thingy. I am suffering from Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease(GERD). I have been referred to three doctors and ALL of them said that it is kinda curable, but it takes a LONG time. HELP! I think I am really so stubborn. And as a results, my doctor gave me a box of granola bars. XD. Hahaha. He forced me to take at least two bars every morning. He threatened me by telling my parents if I come to see him again, with no improvement. This is party caused he had drawn up a table for me, to plan my meal well and he had given me a BETTER medicine, which means higher dosage! DAMN! That's the bad news for today. Good news is that erm... Hahahaha. How should I start the good news? Hm. I've found my long lost friend online through friendster. And guess what. He has changed a lot. He is not the clumsy guy I used to know. He has become more HANDSOME! And guess what he is in RJC now. OMG! How can a silly and clumsy boy changed a lot in just 4 years? I so wanna see him soon. Oh well. He's not my ex and not my whatever for your info! He is just my childhood friend. :). Oh ya, he used to be my neighbour too, back in indo. He's a sailor, pretty hot with his tan and his posture. I shall go and take a picture with him if I happen to date him out. Hahahaha. Thats one piece of good news k. The other unexpected thing is that the BIG GREEN CROCODILE gave me a ring yesterday! He sounded pretty alright actually, kinda different from the ones I know. Hahahaha. Oh well. He teased me A LOT. Typical crocodile! A big green one! Hahaha. I BITE too kays. Not only you can BITE! P.S. I am so happy that you called k! If you happen to read my blog, I think you know what I mean by NO BIGGIE!:P It is called REVERSED PSYCHOLOGY! Hahahaha. I just don't know why you called me. To make me DREAM OF YOU during lectures? Hahahaha. That's what you wanted to achieve I know. Hahahaha. Too bad! I am not that BO LIAO. Hahahaha. Ok ok. You've made me happy and made me SMILE. You scored a 1. =D. Now I know why you keep teasing me with the phrase "NO BIGGIE". Hahahaha. Just cause you gonna be cut off from any communication from me for few days? To me it is still no biggie lah. Few days only! Won't die one. Hahahaha. Oh kays. Time to back to MUG. =). One message to you, some lines are better not to be crossed.;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104146037655782242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RtWRx0Aww2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/hG9X69OAAoc/s400/Jump_and_scream_by_krmenxa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am somehow SAD because of my grandma's condition yet I am also HAPPY at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY cause some people do know how to make me smile! And God loves me! He somehow led me to my long-lost friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. My emotional status now is a mixed one. Hahaha. In the middle, neither high nor low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learned one thing today, which is . . . SECRET! Don't tell you. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd keep it to myself. I learned it from my doctor. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Four days aren't long enough for me to say I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What about four months? Maybe yes. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Kenneth, good luck k! All the best.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Wen Yi, you are _ _ _ _ _! (Go fill in urself.) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To my SLEEPY friend, mug hard k! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To DARLINGS! Esp yee ling! Yes Yes. Eating excursions! Hahaha. Love ya!=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THATS ALL FOR NOW. I am off to sleep. Hahaha. Forget bout mugging. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7461729864801586115?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7461729864801586115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7461729864801586115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7461729864801586115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7461729864801586115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/eating-disorder-lost-friend-found-big.html' title='Eating disorder? A lost friend found? A big green crocodile? Mixed emotions!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RtWRx0Aww2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/hG9X69OAAoc/s72-c/Jump_and_scream_by_krmenxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6159700337480794655</id><published>2007-08-25T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why why why.</title><content type='html'>Why you're STILL standing there?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for me to get you out of my HEAD?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that you're annoying?&lt;br /&gt;You really are.&lt;br /&gt;You have never ever been nice to me, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;And why you're still haunting me?&lt;br /&gt;In reality and in my sleep?&lt;br /&gt;In reality, you always call me occasionally, what's the motive?&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, now you appear again in my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;not once, not twice, but many times.&lt;br /&gt;Too many that I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you to the core.&lt;br /&gt;You have been lying to me all the time,&lt;br /&gt;you have been making me feel so bad,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;You are so different from the one I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;You have changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;I've let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I've called it an end.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just move on and just forget me?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you should forget all the SWEET memories?&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten over you, I have accepted it,&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten about you and etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I am not missing you, not even thinking bout you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You're the past,&lt;br /&gt;you're just a piece of history.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, don't put me under your spell anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;And it will never work again.&lt;br /&gt;So please, leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;let me live my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102824390319457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RtDfv0Aww1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/mUAxzkUD24U/s400/love_don__t_let_me_go_by_bubble_trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're just one of of many pieces of my memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Memories, still in the making, so you aren't that significant, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me go, move on, you'll be much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am just your past, you're my past too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's all. Nothing much need to be said anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go, go, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't wish to see you anymore.&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/4439657681134493493-6159700337480794655?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6159700337480794655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6159700337480794655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6159700337480794655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6159700337480794655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-why-why.html' title='Why why why.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RtDfv0Aww1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/mUAxzkUD24U/s72-c/love_don__t_let_me_go_by_bubble_trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6388361545048493200</id><published>2007-08-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an unexpected day...</title><content type='html'>Early morning, I woke up with a happy feeling,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that today would be a good day, after the commotion,&lt;br /&gt;that happened in my class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the issue is still hot till today.&lt;br /&gt;Not that my class is really bad, my class is,&lt;br /&gt;actually made up of very different and unique,&lt;br /&gt;individuals.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are pretty nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;And even though until now I am still not that attached to my class,&lt;br /&gt;I will miss them, if we are separated.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wish for this thing to happen,&lt;br /&gt;but then, once again, if we as a whole class,&lt;br /&gt;are not moving as one,&lt;br /&gt;this will definitely happen, inescapble.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna face with this situation next year.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to rant so much today.&lt;br /&gt;This is because I realize and feel that, we are kinda childish as the students,&lt;br /&gt;how many of us are independent learners?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us will really do our work on time?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us really prepare for tutorials?&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't do that all the time, what a shame!&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to be responsible for our own learning,&lt;br /&gt;why should we blame the teachers? Why should we blame the environment?&lt;br /&gt;And I am shameful, cause I myself, expect people around me to change,&lt;br /&gt;but what have I been doing? Have I changed for better?&lt;br /&gt;I think the first resolution is to change myself,&lt;br /&gt;I mean changing my bad habits, and try to focus more on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get retain seriously, and,&lt;br /&gt;I've promised my teachers I will do well for PROMOS.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd perform up to expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Once is enough and it will be the first and the last.&lt;br /&gt;Today my form teacher was giving us a scolding,&lt;br /&gt;but it was meant to wake us up,&lt;br /&gt;so I didn't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;She's a great teacher, one of the greatest one I ever met so far.&lt;br /&gt;And she's leaving me? Like soon?&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna miss her, but then like what my brother said before,&lt;br /&gt;let go the past so you'll progress and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing great happen to day except that, I experienced an ephipany while I was sipping my favorite cup of coffee and thinking of what I should do for my class. Somehow, I love my class,&lt;br /&gt;it's just, oh well, no more further comments.&lt;br /&gt;Darlings and dears, I hope that all of us will still be together next year.&lt;br /&gt;Not will, we must stay together!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I feel like crying just now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that she's leaving us like weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;One lesson learnt, we must stay together as one,&lt;br /&gt;so we can soar up high and reach for the sky.=)&lt;br /&gt;It's more than you, it is more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101134110235083586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RsreckAww0I/AAAAAAAAAME/r3U_4UFMnvM/s400/birds__by_SomeAreLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dedicated to my beloved class 07A07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No matter what we are, we are a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This dream is for all of us, this one can be real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and you cant stop us now because of how you feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's more than you, It is more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whatever dreams we have, there for the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we're not alone anymore now there are others there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and that dreams big enough for all of us to share, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so dont think that your going, your not going anywhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;your staying and taking your share, and if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you get afraid again, I'll be there.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are a family like a giant tree branching out towards the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we are a family we are so much more than just you and I we are a family like a giant tree, growing stronger, growing wiser, we are growing free..we need you..we are a family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6388361545048493200?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6388361545048493200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6388361545048493200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6388361545048493200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6388361545048493200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-unexpected-day.html' title='What an unexpected day...'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RsreckAww0I/AAAAAAAAAME/r3U_4UFMnvM/s72-c/birds__by_SomeAreLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8374541960604009374</id><published>2007-08-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:28.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sunday!</title><content type='html'>10 weird/random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. One random thing for today! Today I found my eyecandy's friendster! I hit the jackpot man. Oh well. Sillyboy, you are endangered!:P *HINTS!&lt;br /&gt;2. I love PHYSICS! Not a subject that is loved by girls in general. PROUD of it k! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh ya! I am addicted to TRAVIS, like out of the blue? Don't know how and don't know why? But travis rocks!&lt;br /&gt;4. I love SHOPPING to the core and addicted to online shopping. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;5. I always dress up like an adult, which obviously makes me look older right? But then I just don't get it why I love to dress up like that.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am easily pleased. Let me see hot guys! I'd be smiling for the whole day. Giggling like a silly school girl.&lt;br /&gt;7. I always chase the guy I like, those who chase me, usually don't get me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Anybody knows that I can play cello? I can play it pretty well fyi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;9. I write poems!&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I am a playgirl. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well thats for now! Can't leak too many secrets!:P&lt;br /&gt;Some people to continue this (I guess I HAVE to put this down too right, as an unstated rule):&lt;br /&gt;1. Yee Ling&lt;br /&gt;2. Hui Zyi&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleepyboy&lt;br /&gt;4. Alston&lt;br /&gt;5. Charlie&lt;br /&gt;6. Sillyboy&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU READING THIS NOW. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalala. I love my life now. Not so screwed!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100436083560203058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RshjmEAwwzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OdbCXNCkWvA/s400/Racket_by_Doreya.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tennis is love, so are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stop playing kite, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But then, I love the way we are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No walls, no lines. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well, I should go to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Closing my eyes, I feel like sleeping forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Or living in an utopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8374541960604009374?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8374541960604009374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8374541960604009374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8374541960604009374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8374541960604009374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-sunday.html' title='Random Sunday!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RshjmEAwwzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OdbCXNCkWvA/s72-c/Racket_by_Doreya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7924686849143683712</id><published>2007-08-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a break, like now?&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour, before I start on my work again.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good actually.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be able to do my work and finish them on time.&lt;br /&gt;But then, doing work isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;I have to revise, and do more questions.&lt;br /&gt;Especially on mathematics and physics.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get As for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might think that I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, aim for the sky,&lt;br /&gt;work towards it,&lt;br /&gt;when worse come to worst,&lt;br /&gt;you'll get the tree top, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my heart is still attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go wherever you go,&lt;br /&gt;but since I know you can go anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;with your aptitute.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just an ordinary girl,&lt;br /&gt;with limited knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should study hard too so I can stand,&lt;br /&gt;at least, at the same line with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I should do so.&lt;br /&gt;A break is really a break for me,&lt;br /&gt;these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098897581325908738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RsLsVckHewI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DFDl0xo4who/s400/Spa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is full of surprises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not only that, life is a mission itself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the legend of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How will I get to find out what it is then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somehow, I will chase after you. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7924686849143683712?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7924686849143683712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7924686849143683712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7924686849143683712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7924686849143683712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/break.html' title='A break.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RsLsVckHewI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DFDl0xo4who/s72-c/Spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7212908763256693506</id><published>2007-08-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:28.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish and demanding, that's me.</title><content type='html'>I am such a demanding person,&lt;br /&gt;I know that, well.&lt;br /&gt;I am such a selfish girl,&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows that.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;leave it then.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think I will ever change.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Such huge in magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;Some are able to take it,&lt;br /&gt;they go along with it,&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;they discover the real me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;You too, discover me,&lt;br /&gt;and I bet, you know me well enough,&lt;br /&gt;to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am still too selfish for you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, once again.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a highly spoiled girl,&lt;br /&gt;it is not just a statement,&lt;br /&gt;it is a fact, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Tired, tired, tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too tired these days.&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that nothing is ever constant, but time.&lt;br /&gt;Time is really precious.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I am in love with my cello again,&lt;br /&gt;the songs, the melodies, the cello itself,&lt;br /&gt;they're just so beautiful and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;And yes,&lt;br /&gt;they keep my memories intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096735855566355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rrs-QckHevI/AAAAAAAAALs/LhVYufxnC38/s400/Cello_01_by_HasuDoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My cello, somehow, you're not dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're like the silent witness, of whatever happened to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when i'm alone, in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're such melodious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like a crack, easing my pain away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are the same as my tennis racket,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which seems to be able to make me smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;widely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How do I live without you?&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/4439657681134493493-7212908763256693506?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7212908763256693506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7212908763256693506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7212908763256693506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7212908763256693506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/selfish-and-demanding-thats-me.html' title='Selfish and demanding, that&apos;s me.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rrs-QckHevI/AAAAAAAAALs/LhVYufxnC38/s72-c/Cello_01_by_HasuDoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-504356808224815642</id><published>2007-08-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:28.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cushion, for all time.</title><content type='html'>You have always been there for me,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I am up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Such an ordinary guy,&lt;br /&gt;who turns out to be extraordinary in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You know me too well, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was it the first evening we spent together?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, and I am sure that the answer is a yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a well spent evening.&lt;br /&gt;The music, the atmosphere, the environment,&lt;br /&gt;everything just fell into places.&lt;br /&gt;Cushion, cushion,&lt;br /&gt;my cushion.&lt;br /&gt;Soft and strong enough to prevent me from hitting the rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;True enough,&lt;br /&gt;I never get hurt ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I have a cushion like you,&lt;br /&gt;my friend, my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;God is just being too nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cushion, cushion,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my cushion,&lt;br /&gt;for all time.&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so caring to me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been better with your presence.&lt;br /&gt;Cushion, cushion, all the time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948609535834850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RrhyQskHeuI/AAAAAAAAALk/XAANb1rdtH0/s400/cushion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've made my day, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have never failed pleasing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well, my cushion rocks. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love ya to the core.:P&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/4439657681134493493-504356808224815642?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/504356808224815642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=504356808224815642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/504356808224815642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/504356808224815642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-cushion-for-all-time.html' title='My cushion, for all time.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RrhyQskHeuI/AAAAAAAAALk/XAANb1rdtH0/s72-c/cushion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6771190838478998554</id><published>2007-08-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow I am numb.</title><content type='html'>You're chasing me,&lt;br /&gt;while you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;You're such a fool,&lt;br /&gt;and you think you're cool?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my,&lt;br /&gt;if anybody tell you so, it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Think you can get me,&lt;br /&gt;catch me!&lt;br /&gt;Think you like me,&lt;br /&gt;that's so stupid of you.&lt;br /&gt;Like a cup of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;imperfectly brewed,&lt;br /&gt;that's your thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;Just one note,&lt;br /&gt;I am numb,&lt;br /&gt;not that I am dumb,&lt;br /&gt;to push you away.&lt;br /&gt;I've told you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is kept,&lt;br /&gt;safely.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;So dare of you,&lt;br /&gt;to step into a territory,&lt;br /&gt;that is not even known to you?&lt;br /&gt;You're such a fool to think that,&lt;br /&gt;a serial player like me,&lt;br /&gt;will fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you can get me,&lt;br /&gt;all I want?&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A little boy like you,&lt;br /&gt;won't be able to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am biased,&lt;br /&gt;or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that,&lt;br /&gt;I am available for a chat,&lt;br /&gt;but not more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I am numb,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try,&lt;br /&gt;you will not be able to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that you're actually hot.&lt;br /&gt;But, boy,&lt;br /&gt;you're just not my type.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I am numb, and my heart is locked safely.&lt;br /&gt;Only he who knows how to play with the numbers,&lt;br /&gt;can open the box,&lt;br /&gt;and get it.&lt;br /&gt;He may crush it,&lt;br /&gt;but I do not care.&lt;br /&gt;At least,&lt;br /&gt;he will be able to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;So many people walk pass me these days,&lt;br /&gt;attractive, they are.&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of playing this game called 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop for sometime,&lt;br /&gt;and concentrate on whatever is more important.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I am numb. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093718039745493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RrCFkckHetI/AAAAAAAAALc/H9P_DWPqTJ8/s400/Heart_in_a_box_by_Creativeness.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've proven me that our feelings are real for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've proven me wrong, bout 'easy come easy go'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's hard to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though both of us are letting go each other hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know it's hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somehow, the feeling is still there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;though its just a patch, on a very big piece of a linen cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The red patch is just very small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Show how small our love was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, we're friends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which is better than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But somehow, I still hope that one day we'd have feelings for each other again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which is much deeper than what is called 'love'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some suitable candidates,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why I am not doing anything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's cause, partly, half of mine, is still denying.And the rest, is numb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6771190838478998554?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6771190838478998554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6771190838478998554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6771190838478998554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6771190838478998554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/somehow-i-am-numb.html' title='Somehow I am numb.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RrCFkckHetI/AAAAAAAAALc/H9P_DWPqTJ8/s72-c/Heart_in_a_box_by_Creativeness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4343314620310590259</id><published>2007-07-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:16:12.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues?</title><content type='html'>Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Monday was exceptionally OK.&lt;br /&gt;Saw my eye candies in the morning.XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. When I saw the orange bag guy,&lt;br /&gt;I was murmuring to Yeeling, "AY! MY EYE CANDY!"&lt;br /&gt;Then you know what,&lt;br /&gt;LC walked pass and gave me a stare?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me he thinks that he is hot k.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Though he looks like someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;Econs lecture was crap.&lt;br /&gt;Econs tutorial was crappy too.&lt;br /&gt;The only lesson that I love the most for today is Maths.:)&lt;br /&gt;Maths is &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;So is Lit.&lt;br /&gt;These two subjects rock!:D&lt;br /&gt;Guess its time for me to go off now.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go do my MATHS and GP now!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, "Love's a Game", by The Magic Numbers.&lt;br /&gt;It just rocks k!&lt;br /&gt;And it sticks to my mind like super glue.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;I finally talked to the intelligent chap!;)&lt;br /&gt;He is not boring indeed!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today! Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4343314620310590259?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4343314620310590259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4343314620310590259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4343314620310590259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4343314620310590259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-4169603687693929741</id><published>2007-07-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting chap.</title><content type='html'>Like a flower on the street,&lt;br /&gt;you're just one out of many.&lt;br /&gt;You're shining,&lt;br /&gt;like a diamond,&lt;br /&gt;reflecting the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;once the rain stops.&lt;br /&gt;I take a look at you,&lt;br /&gt;you are smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;A smart chap.&lt;br /&gt;How interesting.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to dress up,&lt;br /&gt;a bonus point for you.&lt;br /&gt;You're a nice chap who knows how to play tennis too.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;Never did I expect to see you today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It is what I call a fate.&lt;br /&gt;And if we are to see each other again, it is called, destined.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to see you again soon.&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092647209909320386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rqy3p8kHesI/AAAAAAAAALU/hN-QEpSK9ds/s400/Love_is_just_a_game_II_by_Boeing747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is just a game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Broken all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I will get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is just a lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happens all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Swear I know this much is true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4169603687693929741?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4169603687693929741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4169603687693929741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4169603687693929741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4169603687693929741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/interesting-chap.html' title='An interesting chap.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rqy3p8kHesI/AAAAAAAAALU/hN-QEpSK9ds/s72-c/Love_is_just_a_game_II_by_Boeing747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5220994010040223780</id><published>2007-07-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby, I just wanna sleep.</title><content type='html'>Nothing is ever easy in this world,&lt;br /&gt;especially when it comes to dealing with,&lt;br /&gt;your emotional problems.&lt;br /&gt;Why memories can't be erased?&lt;br /&gt;Why our minds can't be reprogrammed?&lt;br /&gt;Like computers?&lt;br /&gt;Why...why...why...&lt;br /&gt;Why are we forced to remember everything?&lt;br /&gt;Falling into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It may seems so easy,&lt;br /&gt;like repairing the broken fences.&lt;br /&gt;But remember, once the fence is broken,&lt;br /&gt;and you try mending it,&lt;br /&gt;you may succeed,&lt;br /&gt;yet, you're leaving a mark, remember?&lt;br /&gt;A wound?&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go?&lt;br /&gt;That's my motto.&lt;br /&gt;But why, why, why?&lt;br /&gt;You're still standing there!&lt;br /&gt;Your absence makes me weak!&lt;br /&gt;A typical serial player falling for a typical serial player too.&lt;br /&gt;How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;I lost to you!&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just being selfish,&lt;br /&gt;wanting what I can't have!&lt;br /&gt;The wounds will heal, as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;or, having you out of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;as if I have never known you before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091114473520331442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RqdFo8kHerI/AAAAAAAAALM/rdepApEEfRc/s400/Lullaby_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No pain, no gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some lines should have never been crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothing much can be done now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shall move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're just too different from the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just can't stop myself from asking why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5220994010040223780?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220994010040223780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5220994010040223780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5220994010040223780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5220994010040223780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/lullaby-i-just-wanna-sleep.html' title='Lullaby, I just wanna sleep.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RqdFo8kHerI/AAAAAAAAALM/rdepApEEfRc/s72-c/Lullaby_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7231884668491367588</id><published>2007-07-21T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I freeze you in polaroids.</title><content type='html'>Nothing can last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Lust, love, everything, comes and go as they wish.&lt;br /&gt;But I am blinded, with your love,&lt;br /&gt;though it may be fake.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be living in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a damn?&lt;br /&gt;I am living in a world, full of lies,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful deceits.&lt;br /&gt;It's my choice,&lt;br /&gt;my decision.&lt;br /&gt;As I want it to be ever lasting,&lt;br /&gt;I freeze you in polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;So you'd be there, forever.&lt;br /&gt;So selfish of me, I know,&lt;br /&gt;I am conscious about it.&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that,&lt;br /&gt;I want to have you all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034598483032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RqNvf8kHeqI/AAAAAAAAALE/huI6IV-tiAE/s400/Polaroid_by_Blak_Phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Living in my own world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As long as I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm fine with it.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll freeze you in polaroids...&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/4439657681134493493-7231884668491367588?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7231884668491367588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7231884668491367588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7231884668491367588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7231884668491367588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-freeze-you-in-polaroids.html' title='I freeze you in polaroids.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RqNvf8kHeqI/AAAAAAAAALE/huI6IV-tiAE/s72-c/Polaroid_by_Blak_Phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8094920751393307101</id><published>2007-07-19T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:33:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I am sleepy!*yawns&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Here I am with a super crappy post again! Today!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. School sucks! Especially term 3, with all the presentations coming up, with all the homework and assigments!SO HECTIC!&lt;br /&gt;I demand a HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why my friends choose to take up homeschooling!&lt;br /&gt;RAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't yell anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna close my eyes, and see you in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You're still loved.=)&lt;br /&gt;Though I know our relationship now is kinda mutual kind of friendship relationship.---&gt;What nonsense is this? Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;What I know is I won't go too far.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is YOU and my STUDIES of course.(:&lt;br /&gt;Silly boy is &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8094920751393307101?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8094920751393307101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8094920751393307101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8094920751393307101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8094920751393307101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-8678694790929986862</id><published>2007-07-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some little things in life actually make you happy.</title><content type='html'>During PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosey: Ay! Must redo NAPFA ah! Sian!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Eh. Ur hairstyle changed. New hairstyle is it?&lt;br /&gt;Rosey: ... Ya la. Of course of course! (As usual)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh. No wonder. I thought I saw wrongly. Hahahah. (Can see that he's having sore throat from his 'SEXY' voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First station!&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad Jump! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Priya started first! Then it was Hui Zyi! WHOOO. Then teacher said, 'Rosnauli, go try!'&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual, I'd point YEE LING DARLING! U go first! :P&lt;br /&gt;And yeah! Rosey can jump! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best station is the FGS!&lt;br /&gt;The FEEL GOOD STATION!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Sit and reach!&lt;br /&gt;Its an A. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot today!&lt;br /&gt;NVM. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of FF is FREAKING FAMISHED!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't have breakfast in the morning. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole break doing GP and mugging phy!&lt;br /&gt;I love PHY to the core!&lt;br /&gt;PHY rocks k! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of rushing EOM!&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Shall go back to my EOM dear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note, he's still in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;The word wonderful is not enough to described him!&lt;br /&gt;My heart is locked inside the tennis racket! Not the tennis ball. *winks to Yee Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the post today! Hope you all enjoy my crap!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088162897808737650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpzJMoM2RXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PjWEyGaOhjc/s400/Fly_by_RoieG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe I can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe I can touch the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even though these believes might be deceitful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;might be lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As long as I am enjoying my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't mind living in beautiful lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rather than living in harsh realities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For what I know, I am the ruler of all the games I play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will never lose, though I may be defeated, at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but, I will never lose myself, my sense of pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8678694790929986862?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8678694790929986862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8678694790929986862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8678694790929986862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8678694790929986862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-little-things-in-life-actually.html' title='Some little things in life actually make you happy.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpzJMoM2RXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/PjWEyGaOhjc/s72-c/Fly_by_RoieG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8882630148846455791</id><published>2007-07-16T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:29.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cloud and the Sand Dune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From Paulo Coelho's Like the Flowing River&lt;br /&gt;'As everyone knows, the life of a cloud is very busy and very short,' writes Bruno Ferrero. And here's a related story.&lt;br /&gt;A young cloud was born in the midst of a great storm over the Mediterranean Sea, but he did not even have time to grow up there, for a strong wind pushed all the clouds over towards Africa.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the clouds reached the continent, the climate changed. A bright sun was shining in the sky and stretched out beneath them, lay the golden sands of the Sahara. Since it almost never rains in the desert, the wind continued pushing the clouds towards the forests in the South.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, as happens with young humans too, the young cloud decided to leave his parents and his older friends in order to discover the world.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?' cried the wind. 'The desert's the same all over. Rejoin the other clouds, and we'll go to Central Africa where there are amazing mountains and trees!'&lt;br /&gt;But the young cloud, a natural rebel, refused to obey, and, gradually, he dropped down until he found a gentle, generous breeze that allowed him to hover over the golden sands. After much toing and froing, he noticed that one of the dunes was smiling at him.&lt;br /&gt;He saw that the dune was also young, newly formed by the wind that had just passed over. He fell in love with her golden hair right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;'Good Morning,' he said. 'What's life like down there?'&lt;br /&gt;'I have the company of the other dunes, of the sun and the wind, and of the caravans that occasionally pass through here. Sometimes it's really hot, but it's still bearable. What's life like up there?'&lt;br /&gt;'We have sun and wind too, but the good thing is that I can travel across the sky and see more things.'&lt;br /&gt;'For me,' said the dune, 'life is short. When the wind returns from the forests, I will disappear.'&lt;br /&gt;'And does that make you sad?'&lt;br /&gt;'It makes me feel that I have no purpose in life."&lt;br /&gt;'I feel the same. As soon as another wind comes along, I'll go south and be transformed into rain; but that is my destiny.'&lt;br /&gt;The dune hesitated for a moment, then said:&lt;br /&gt;'Did you know that here in the desert, we call the rain paradise?'&lt;br /&gt;'I had no idea I could ever be that important,' said the cloud proudly.&lt;br /&gt;'I've heard other older dunes tell stories about rain. They said that, after the rain, we are all covered with grass and flowers. But I'll never experience that, because in the desert it rains so rarely.'&lt;br /&gt;It was the cloud's turn to hesitate now. Then he smiled broadly and said:&lt;br /&gt;'If you like, I could rain on you now. I know I've only just got here, but I love you, and I'd like to stay here for ever.'&lt;br /&gt;'When I first saw you up in the sky, I fell in love with you too,' said the dune. 'But if you transform your lovely white hair into rain you will die.'&lt;br /&gt;'Love never dies,' said the dune. 'It is transformed, and, besides, I want to show you what paradise is like.'&lt;br /&gt;And he began to caress the dune with little drops of rain, so that they could stay together for longer, until a rainbow appeared.&lt;br /&gt;The following day, the little dune was covered in flowers. Other clouds that passed over, heading for Africa, thought that it must be part of the forest they were looking for and scattered more rain. Twenty years later, the dune had been transformed into an oasis that refreshed travellers with the shade of its trees.&lt;br /&gt;And all because, one day, a cloud fell in love, and was not afraid to give his life for that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087724592101213538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rps6j4M2RWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UrNE_X5hWvI/s400/Solo_River_by_frozenrapids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life goes flowing like the river .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we can't go back into the past, always wacthing the present, and expecting for the future ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8882630148846455791?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8882630148846455791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8882630148846455791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8882630148846455791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8882630148846455791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/cloud-and-sand-dune.html' title='The Cloud and the Sand Dune.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rps6j4M2RWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UrNE_X5hWvI/s72-c/Solo_River_by_frozenrapids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6061630443209815091</id><published>2007-07-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:46:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quiz-house.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quizzes/hp-Slytherin.png" style="border:none; width:256px; height106px;" title="Slytherin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/reviews/harrypotter/docs/quiz-house.html"&gt;Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6061630443209815091?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6061630443209815091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6061630443209815091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6061630443209815091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6061630443209815091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/test.html' title='Test!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</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-4439657681134493493.post-5857884541363927893</id><published>2007-07-15T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are struggling, I know.</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling, a mixed one,&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;you called in the middle of my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;the phone was ringing for a while,&lt;br /&gt;when I picked up and said hello,&lt;br /&gt;you just switched it off after 5 seconds,&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that coward?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want me back, so much.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well,&lt;br /&gt;you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;you're just too late.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is locked,&lt;br /&gt;in a box? in a tennis ball? in a pool of water?&lt;br /&gt;My heart resides in anywhere she pleases.&lt;br /&gt;Fickle?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't your business, is it?&lt;br /&gt;you are struggling, you really are.&lt;br /&gt;I can see that from the way you behave.&lt;br /&gt;you are simply a loser, you are.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is over,&lt;br /&gt;nothing left behind,&lt;br /&gt;leave me,&lt;br /&gt;cause I've left you,&lt;br /&gt;long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;I left you cause that's all you wanted, last time.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If you think your struggles will make me fall for you, AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;stop dreaming, and stop hoping,&lt;br /&gt;you are just living your own dream!&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer yours,&lt;br /&gt;and in fact,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you,&lt;br /&gt;any more.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just watch you from afar,&lt;br /&gt;watching you,&lt;br /&gt;the one who is regretting his foolish decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087250109884155218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpmLBYM2RVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P_hiby4OHds/s400/Night_Prague_IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Live life like a flowing river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like the most famous river in Prague, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a popular destination for lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Witnessing all the ups and downs happening around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whenever I make a decision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll just move on, go with the flow.&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/4439657681134493493-5857884541363927893?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5857884541363927893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5857884541363927893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5857884541363927893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5857884541363927893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-are-struggling-i-know.html' title='you are struggling, I know.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpmLBYM2RVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P_hiby4OHds/s72-c/Night_Prague_IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3887768226828450212</id><published>2007-07-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a storme commeth a calme.</title><content type='html'>You're out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily? Permanently?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just a crush,&lt;br /&gt;and a crush won't ever last, long?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;You're still there, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stand still?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;But since the day we made everything crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Though you may still be there,&lt;br /&gt;in the corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that there's something,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me,&lt;br /&gt;something better?&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing my twin.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that good?&lt;br /&gt;My twin?&lt;br /&gt;He is really my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086244073924609330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpX4CYM2RTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/stuGd_jWNW0/s400/Hope_by_Wings_of_dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the storme commeth a clame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sounds so cliche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think it's very true.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love my life now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;free, and carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3887768226828450212?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3887768226828450212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3887768226828450212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3887768226828450212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3887768226828450212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-storme-commeth-calme.html' title='After a storme commeth a calme.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpX4CYM2RTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/stuGd_jWNW0/s72-c/Hope_by_Wings_of_dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3044135749981439973</id><published>2007-07-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it mutual.</title><content type='html'>A quiet moment making my footprints on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;A sweet feeling comes surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;It's delirious.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating oh so fast,&lt;br /&gt;And I dun wanna fall too deep but I want to make it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush.&lt;br /&gt;We can take our time. Let it go the natural way.&lt;br /&gt;We begin as friends?&lt;br /&gt;And who knows what ?&lt;br /&gt;Where this could be taking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nice cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am all at ease.&lt;br /&gt;When I gush.&lt;br /&gt;And this sweet feeling comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I would like?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get to know you more.&lt;br /&gt;Make that mutual.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you know you wanna know me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;When you're here, I feel your vibe,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I don't fall into deep too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the type,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll rush into things.&lt;br /&gt;And let it slip away. Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I like your type.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in this ride.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda silly but I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this nice cool breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am all at ease.&lt;br /&gt;When I gush.&lt;br /&gt;And this sweet feeling comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny, can't lie, can't really face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you're feeling the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084805056711694898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpDbQjVpGjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_vFtfsOQh4M/s400/Footprints_in_the_sand_by_pandaemas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How does it feel to lose a diamond while you are busy looking for rubies and sapphires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't lost any of my diamonds. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Only GOD knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today has been a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shopped and mugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How cool was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to you who have set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've taken off my temporary mask.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3044135749981439973?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3044135749981439973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3044135749981439973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3044135749981439973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3044135749981439973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-it-mutual.html' title='Make it mutual.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RpDbQjVpGjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_vFtfsOQh4M/s72-c/Footprints_in_the_sand_by_pandaemas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2880149678598740671</id><published>2007-07-05T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's crap today! Hahahaha.</title><content type='html'>Common tests have ended.&lt;br /&gt;Results are not up to expectation, simply because I've played too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I shouldn't cry over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, I gotta be a mugger!&lt;br /&gt;A mugger who mugs HARD and SMART!&lt;br /&gt;I am stressing this AGAIN. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here to recommend you all books to read.&lt;br /&gt;Good books will open your mind and feed your soul. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;-The Alchemist, The Zahir, The Witch Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Portobello&lt;/span&gt;, by Paul Coelho&lt;br /&gt;-The Lady In Blue, by Javier Sierra&lt;br /&gt;-Shanghai Baby, by Wei Hui&lt;br /&gt;-The Bridegroom, Waiting, by Ha Jin&lt;br /&gt;-Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;-Angel, by Cliff McNish&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Eleven Minutes by Paul Coelho currently.&lt;br /&gt;His books are really awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;Go read k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130179910539810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Ro51djVpGiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XOVrsbvzfcA/s400/Friends_forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friendship, usually lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Having a loyal friend, is a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's a relationship then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's a friendship on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. I am glad that we're friends now.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just hope that our friendship will lasts long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eternal and endless.&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/4439657681134493493-2880149678598740671?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2880149678598740671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2880149678598740671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2880149678598740671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2880149678598740671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-crap-today-hahahaha.html' title='Let&apos;s crap today! Hahahaha.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Ro51djVpGiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XOVrsbvzfcA/s72-c/Friends_forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4917840325656793818</id><published>2007-07-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you here.</title><content type='html'>Your l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ove's&lt;/span&gt; a gathered storm I chased across the sky&lt;br /&gt;A moment in your arms became the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And you're still the only light that fills the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The only one I need until my dying breath&lt;br /&gt;And I would give you everything just to&lt;br /&gt;Feel your open arms&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I believe anything I feel&lt;br /&gt;And now, now that you're near&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you here&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to believe&lt;br /&gt;In things that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;The turning of the world&lt;br /&gt;The color of your soul&lt;br /&gt;That love could kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;Truth is never vain&lt;br /&gt;It turns strangers into lovers&lt;br /&gt;And enemies to brothers&lt;br /&gt;Just say you understand&lt;br /&gt;I never had this planned&lt;br /&gt;And now, now that you're near&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you here&lt;br /&gt;Without you here&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you here&lt;br /&gt;My head lies to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart it still believes&lt;br /&gt;It seems the ones who love us are the ones&lt;br /&gt;That we deceive&lt;br /&gt;But you're changing everything&lt;br /&gt;You're changing everything in me&lt;br /&gt;And now, now that you're near&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083313985800444434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RouPIzVpGhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YNviSbMph7g/s400/Let__s_go_fly_a_kite____by_sexc_bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you think you're a good player, you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you think you've driven me nuts, you're also right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, I am not letting you to win this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause I am the ruler of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even if you're all over my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it doesn't mean that I've lost my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4917840325656793818?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4917840325656793818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4917840325656793818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4917840325656793818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4917840325656793818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/without-you-here.html' title='Without you here.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RouPIzVpGhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YNviSbMph7g/s72-c/Let__s_go_fly_a_kite____by_sexc_bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3441335161351499102</id><published>2007-07-04T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:30.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEFT OR RIGHT?</title><content type='html'>LEFT OR RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, identify yourself as right or left brain person:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Hold your hands together, as if you were praying. Look at your hands. If you see:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left thumb is below the right thumb ---&gt; left brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right thumb is below the left thumb ---&gt; right brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Fold your arms in front of you (as if you are angry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right arm above left arm ---&gt; left brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left arm above right arm ---&gt; right brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on 1+2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right-Left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considerate, traditional, indirect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;type can instinctly&lt;/span&gt; read other's emotion, and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;initiatives&lt;/span&gt; in moving forward, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;this person&lt;/span&gt; will always take a step back in supporting others. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stable personality&lt;/span&gt; and considerate, give others a being protected feeling. But the weakness is they cannot say no; regardless how unwilling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;they are&lt;/span&gt;, they will take care of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right-Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves challenges type. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Straight forward&lt;/span&gt;. Once they decided on one thing, will take action &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;right away&lt;/span&gt;. Very curious, and love challenges. Dare to face dangers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;without thinking&lt;/span&gt; through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they don't listen to others, will filter in only what whey want to hear in a conversation, and very subjective. However, because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their straightforward&lt;/span&gt; attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left-Left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated, cold, perfectionist. Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of prides, and feeling strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponents, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very "anal" as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left-Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likes to take care of others, leader type. Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yet still&lt;/span&gt; can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool and calm nature, and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;of others&lt;/span&gt; too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always on alert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a Left-Left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083289951163456002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rot5RzVpGgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CQyUnn0CzgY/s400/look_left_look_right_by_pepp3rm1nt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not surprised that I'm a Left-Left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's like, kinda obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's why not many of you managed to tie me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Only few managed to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now, I know a person who is able to do so, yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he's setting me free. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he's my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, I swear I gonna mug hard for promos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I FLUNK my maths.OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's so irritating especially when you've mugged for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well. Guess I've played too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta work it out.=)&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/4439657681134493493-3441335161351499102?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3441335161351499102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3441335161351499102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3441335161351499102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3441335161351499102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/left-or-right.html' title='LEFT OR RIGHT?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rot5RzVpGgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CQyUnn0CzgY/s72-c/look_left_look_right_by_pepp3rm1nt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4539333829840976186</id><published>2007-07-01T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:31.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made the right choice.</title><content type='html'>I think I've made the right choice,&lt;br /&gt;by pursuing what I think I really want.&lt;br /&gt;I had thought of stopping,&lt;br /&gt;whatever I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;However, my family supports me,&lt;br /&gt;my parents, my siblings,&lt;br /&gt;they're just very supportive about what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;They've given me the green light.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've made the right choice,&lt;br /&gt;by doing what I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;I follow my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart says that I should do what I think is the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;You have really made me fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your attention has given me a new hope.&lt;br /&gt;Though hope sometimes seems to be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Love of mine, I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;whether our story is gonna be a happy ending one or not,&lt;br /&gt;what I care the most is that,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more each day,&lt;br /&gt;my love for you just grows.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I've made the right choice by loving you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082960853589367266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RopN9zVpGeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nS7iJhUO7XE/s400/Hard_to_make_the_right_choice_by_Violator3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's hard to make the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I managed to make one, and I knew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's the right choice. Cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're the choice, not a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've made the choice and I would never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll walk on, I don't care whether the course is smooth or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I care is that I am goin to do what I think I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're the choice I made and I won't regret knowing you.&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/4439657681134493493-4539333829840976186?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4539333829840976186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4539333829840976186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4539333829840976186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4539333829840976186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-made-right-choice.html' title='I&apos;ve made the right choice.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RopN9zVpGeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nS7iJhUO7XE/s72-c/Hard_to_make_the_right_choice_by_Violator3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6619584587224871298</id><published>2007-06-30T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:31.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me dance.</title><content type='html'>Like a charmer,&lt;br /&gt;you sit down there,&lt;br /&gt;playing the piano,&lt;br /&gt;the tunes are just so melodious.&lt;br /&gt;I start dancing,&lt;br /&gt;and I can feel that,&lt;br /&gt;the music is controlling me,&lt;br /&gt;controlling my feeling,&lt;br /&gt;my brain,&lt;br /&gt;my common sense?&lt;br /&gt;I can see hands,&lt;br /&gt;many indeed,&lt;br /&gt;trying to pull me out.&lt;br /&gt;They manage to touch me,&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;I just let them go.&lt;br /&gt;All I said is just "Let me dance."&lt;br /&gt;I may be a born charmer,&lt;br /&gt;I may be a born seducer,&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;since the day I fell for you,&lt;br /&gt;I am a giver,&lt;br /&gt;I am giving all I have,&lt;br /&gt;including my ego.&lt;br /&gt;I just can hope,&lt;br /&gt;hope that you won't stop playing the tune,&lt;br /&gt;cause once you stop,&lt;br /&gt;I'll freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me dance according to your tunes.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dance.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;My dream, my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081547470046566866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoVIgDVpGdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSczc1oH4L8/s400/Pepper_Dance_3_by_Artgerm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're just like a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A dream that I have never dared to dream about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Such a perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Such an obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6619584587224871298?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6619584587224871298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6619584587224871298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6619584587224871298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6619584587224871298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-me-dance.html' title='Let me dance.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoVIgDVpGdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rSczc1oH4L8/s72-c/Pepper_Dance_3_by_Artgerm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3442037216774307668</id><published>2007-06-28T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:31.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed, so?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think you're lovely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's true, that's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think you're adorable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, you are, it's a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think you've made me fallen for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you're obviously correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think I'm obsessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, you are right, I'm obsessed with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my object of obsession, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I long for your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're all over my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even if in the end you may not be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't care, I just can't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I know now is I'm obsessed with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I want is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your sweet notes have made me alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your voice has kept me smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your presence has made me high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you're my addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The world has become more colourful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since you stepped into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's something about you that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just can't get enough of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I am flying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am flying up to the limitless sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I am falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am falling into the bottomless pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Either one is fine to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sure there's something about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that I can hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never thought that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would let you win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I've jumped too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but I am sure, you enjoy it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're just irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am obsessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am telling the whole world that I am obsessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so don't break my heart into pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you wanna break it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081093616557431234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoOruTVpGcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OmjPJKxGMcY/s400/InterNET_LOVe_by_tipsyfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am obsessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you got me on my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've won the battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've raised the white flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've gotten my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I am telling you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It started with a silly message from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thought you would only be my virtual boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but now I wish that you'd be real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are you real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tie me down, and I'm yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3442037216774307668?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3442037216774307668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3442037216774307668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3442037216774307668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3442037216774307668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-obsessed-so.html' title='I am obsessed, so?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoOruTVpGcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OmjPJKxGMcY/s72-c/InterNET_LOVe_by_tipsyfairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2503656924163205581</id><published>2007-06-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:31.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I am blessed and should stop thinking too much!</title><content type='html'>Born as one of the upper crusts of the portugese tart,&lt;br /&gt;I know I am there.&lt;br /&gt;My life seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Loved by all my darlings, my siblings, and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Got a place in a decent college.&lt;br /&gt;Have a prospective boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Attending all sorts of crappy parties.&lt;br /&gt;Golfing, horse-riding?&lt;br /&gt;All the privilleges?&lt;br /&gt;Cash to splurge.&lt;br /&gt;Life just seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am blessed?&lt;br /&gt;Should thank God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I should not whine,&lt;br /&gt;should not sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Should try to smile more,&lt;br /&gt;and the world will smile back to me.&lt;br /&gt;But exams are just like crap,&lt;br /&gt;killing my brain.&lt;br /&gt;These few days I haven't been able to sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know why I behave so,&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared to wake up and face the papers. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am missing you so much.&lt;br /&gt;You should know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Though I won't mention a name.(:&lt;br /&gt;I swear I gonna be a mugger once exams end.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Rosey is blessed!:)&lt;br /&gt;So Rosey should stop thinking too much!Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my brother is coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!Can't wait to see him!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. My sis tags along too. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.Shopaholics in town.(:&lt;br /&gt;SHOP TILL DROP.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be spiced up by SHOPPING.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080930433569986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoMXTzVpGbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nEEL3_ws018/s400/Blessed_by_the_Sun_by_anjicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By receiving texts from you every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;makes me feel good.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It just simply shows that you are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You really know how to make me smile don't you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. I love you many many. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2503656924163205581?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2503656924163205581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2503656924163205581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2503656924163205581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2503656924163205581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-i-am-blessed-and-should-stop.html' title='Guess I am blessed and should stop thinking too much!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoMXTzVpGbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nEEL3_ws018/s72-c/Blessed_by_the_Sun_by_anjicle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1643493410217827859</id><published>2007-06-26T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:31.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>If you got an eerie feeling after hanging up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sort of happy feeling but you're not sure what it's called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're haunted by his face whenever you're asleep at night&lt;br /&gt;And think you hear his silly voice just calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! I think I'm in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! I'm hoping you'll want me too&lt;br /&gt;So, please.. don't let me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't help but talk about him in every conversation&lt;br /&gt;Till your friends are sick and tired of that same old crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start wearing make up even when you go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Crying like a baby when you hear a mellow song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! I think I'm in love with you..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! I'm hoping you'll want me too&lt;br /&gt;So, please.. don't let me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080237362718685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoCg9xODucI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a1d-R_qFOwg/s400/Teasing_by_3_Rebis_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just hope that I ain't living a lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just hope that I am living an endless reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I supposed to be mugging econs, yet, what am I doing now. Lol. Blogging! I'm bored lah. Anw, happy mugging everybody!:D. To darlings: Friday is our cheesecakes day k!:D&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/4439657681134493493-1643493410217827859?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1643493410217827859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1643493410217827859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1643493410217827859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1643493410217827859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-im-in-love.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RoCg9xODucI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a1d-R_qFOwg/s72-c/Teasing_by_3_Rebis_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-392941964590724873</id><published>2007-06-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING LIST!</title><content type='html'>I so wanna shop after common tests k!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list!&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I'm making the list while I am so bored with the stupid proverbs!&lt;br /&gt;-A pair of Lacoste sneakers :) cause I feel that I need to have a new pair of shoes for golfing&lt;br /&gt;-Skinny jeans from Rock&amp;Republic, J&amp;amp;Company, and SassBide&lt;br /&gt;-A pair of Christian Louboutin slingbacks :D&lt;br /&gt;-Blossom appliqué top,Poppy halterneck dress, from Marc by Marc Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;-Logo Ts from GAP&lt;br /&gt;-Logo Ts from AX&lt;br /&gt;-That's love canvas tote, from LV&lt;br /&gt;-A new BMW X5&lt;br /&gt;-A black Cayenne&lt;br /&gt;Guess my shopping list is going to get longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My dear brother, if you're reading this, make sure, you come to fetch me with all your credit cards!:D&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to bring extra luggages!Whee!&lt;br /&gt;Cause Rosey is gonna shop till drop after CT end!&lt;br /&gt;Come only on Thursday so you can bring me out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're reading my blog. Hugs to you and your darling!:D&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing both of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Get me a nice bag from SAKS fifth avenue!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Rosey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079997428665661874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn_GvxODubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VX5MXd4F29U/s400/Frisco_by_MisterFrosty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH WELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M MISSING SAKS FIFTH AVENUE BADLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaha. Nvm. Singapore got Orchard Road!Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oops! I should be memorizing my stupid proverbs now.&lt;br /&gt;And look I'm here talking bout SHOPPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok ok. I'm going off to mug econs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess I'll revise the stupid proverbs tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nitey nite world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-392941964590724873?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/392941964590724873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=392941964590724873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/392941964590724873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/392941964590724873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-list.html' title='SHOPPING LIST!'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn_GvxODubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VX5MXd4F29U/s72-c/Frisco_by_MisterFrosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7346888284382199945</id><published>2007-06-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel as if the dead load has been lifted.</title><content type='html'>The first day of the term,&lt;br /&gt;started with common tests,&lt;br /&gt;what a good way to begin the term.&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling, widely,&lt;br /&gt;as I entered the exam hall,&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy as I saw your name,&lt;br /&gt;on the screen,&lt;br /&gt;the short and sweet note from you,&lt;br /&gt;worked like a potion,&lt;br /&gt;it just brightened up my day,&lt;br /&gt;like the sunshine after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence keeps me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel your presence,&lt;br /&gt;all year round,&lt;br /&gt;all seasons,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;You're like an ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;addictive,&lt;br /&gt;making me fly up high,&lt;br /&gt;making me dancing,&lt;br /&gt;to the tune you play.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was very happy,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know what,&lt;br /&gt;you sent me a lovely message,&lt;br /&gt;that cheered me throughout the day,&lt;br /&gt;and I felt as if the dead load had been lifted.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You do really know how to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I've loved you even more.&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch up after CT end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079968390391773602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn-sVhODuaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3X9O3qyzPg/s400/To_fall_or_fly__by_Mind_of_wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Knowing you itself is a miracle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its so wonderful until sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it's just a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;a dream where I don't want to wake up from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;let it be an endless dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loving you makes my imagination goes far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;makes me fly up high, to the endless sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you have broken my wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;let me fall then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;let me fall into the bottomless pit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so I will never get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Love just happens when it happens.=)&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/4439657681134493493-7346888284382199945?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7346888284382199945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7346888284382199945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7346888284382199945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7346888284382199945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-as-if-dead-load-has-been-lifted.html' title='I feel as if the dead load has been lifted.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn-sVhODuaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3X9O3qyzPg/s72-c/To_fall_or_fly__by_Mind_of_wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7609441755922279065</id><published>2007-06-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the quote that I just found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.” Now I know what I shall do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall just wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your absence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is killing me softly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I am being silly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then, my brain tells me that I'm in love, with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is like an hourglass, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it feeds the heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and empties the brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am acting like a fool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I am falling into a bottomless pit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am letting myself fall into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;Being trapped?&lt;br /&gt;I am letting myself to be trapped?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I like you.&lt;br /&gt;Love?&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;Lust?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one of them.&lt;br /&gt;But let it be love, please.&lt;br /&gt;Cause love won't fade easily,&lt;br /&gt;and it will grow, over time.&lt;br /&gt;And now I know the meaning of "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."&lt;br /&gt;Now I really know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I may find out who you truly are,&lt;br /&gt;I may love you more,&lt;br /&gt;I may trust you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079608811434785170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn5lTRODuZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-SHW6w4INcU/s400/Dreamer__by_zemotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Angel, wherever you are, I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am giving my heart to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I may hurt myself much, by doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll just let her wander,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she knows where exactly she wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll fly high, cause I wanna see how beautiful your love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let it be an everlasting one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you are not real, but a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't care, I'll just dream on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An endless dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forgive me for being so demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just can't get enough of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. The battle has been won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7609441755922279065?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7609441755922279065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7609441755922279065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7609441755922279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7609441755922279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-not-seek-because-in-love-there-is-no.html' title='&quot;Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.&quot;'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rn5lTRODuZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-SHW6w4INcU/s72-c/Dreamer__by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1522897484502473468</id><published>2007-06-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know why I always wander.</title><content type='html'>I have a pair of wings.&lt;br /&gt;I can fly.&lt;br /&gt;My wings are strong.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;though they may seem to be weak.&lt;br /&gt;I am like a bird,&lt;br /&gt;I love freedom,&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;once I find someone who is willing to cherish me,&lt;br /&gt;I will settle down,&lt;br /&gt;I will let him break my wings,&lt;br /&gt;so I will just stay around him,&lt;br /&gt;for all time.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my wings does not equal to taking away my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Please break them,&lt;br /&gt;if you feel it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is like a blank canvas,&lt;br /&gt;give me bright colours please,&lt;br /&gt;so the picture will be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;pleasant to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an empty room,&lt;br /&gt;give me air, so my heart can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Give me oxygen, so it will live longer,&lt;br /&gt;as I have built a home for you,&lt;br /&gt;deep there.&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;you are a man of your words,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;you are just,&lt;br /&gt;busy with your work,&lt;br /&gt;you are just,&lt;br /&gt;too tired,&lt;br /&gt;you are just,&lt;br /&gt;an ordinary man,&lt;br /&gt;not a superman.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop thinking of you for now,&lt;br /&gt;since it's not the right time to long for,&lt;br /&gt;your attention, during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rnu1XxODuXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X72mNbqF33c/s1600-h/Set_Your_Guilt_Free_by_WormBaby99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rnu1XxODuXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X72mNbqF33c/s400/Set_Your_Guilt_Free_by_WormBaby99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078852424744286578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen into the bottomless pit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1522897484502473468?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1522897484502473468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1522897484502473468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1522897484502473468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1522897484502473468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-why-i-always-wander.html' title='I know why I always wander.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rnu1XxODuXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X72mNbqF33c/s72-c/Set_Your_Guilt_Free_by_WormBaby99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1281953399049063622</id><published>2007-06-19T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loveliest day of the month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnkneRODuWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/94PZ0Z9WB50/s1600-h/Guardian_by_SelinaFenech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnkneRODuWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/94PZ0Z9WB50/s400/Guardian_by_SelinaFenech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133455808870754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;and you gave me a ring,&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your voice,&lt;br /&gt;so comforting,&lt;br /&gt;so soothing,&lt;br /&gt;like an ice,&lt;br /&gt;rubbed onto the sunburned skin,&lt;br /&gt;in summer.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty happy that I saw you today,&lt;br /&gt;you were smiling,&lt;br /&gt;laughing,&lt;br /&gt;giggling.&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute,&lt;br /&gt;in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I should thank God,&lt;br /&gt;for letting you to be my angel,&lt;br /&gt;be it permanently or temporarily,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy to have you.:)&lt;br /&gt;Love my angel many many.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why you are so special&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know me more than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want to tell you before I open up my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But then, like what I've said, &lt;br /&gt;whether we are together or not, it is fate.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that fate is kind enough to us this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1281953399049063622?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1281953399049063622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1281953399049063622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1281953399049063622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1281953399049063622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/loveliest-day-of-month.html' title='The loveliest day of the month.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnkneRODuWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/94PZ0Z9WB50/s72-c/Guardian_by_SelinaFenech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5709780000974176620</id><published>2007-06-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:32.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lucky girl.</title><content type='html'>There are so many flowers in one man's life,&lt;br /&gt;but, there's is only a rose,&lt;br /&gt;the one that he loves the most.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lucky?&lt;br /&gt;She is loved by the man who knows how,&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to make her happy,&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;he has made her the happiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lucky?&lt;br /&gt;He showers her,&lt;br /&gt;everyday,&lt;br /&gt;without whining,&lt;br /&gt;without sighing,&lt;br /&gt;with love, tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;and care.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she needs him,&lt;br /&gt;he'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she too lucky to be true?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fated?&lt;br /&gt;I guess she is just a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077388897458305298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnaCTRODuRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ELw1icrkAqk/s400/Rose_by_F_o_r_L_o_r_N.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words darling kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life with song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And let me sing forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are all I hope for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words please be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5709780000974176620?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5709780000974176620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5709780000974176620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5709780000974176620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5709780000974176620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/lucky-girl.html' title='A lucky girl.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnaCTRODuRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ELw1icrkAqk/s72-c/Rose_by_F_o_r_L_o_r_N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-304167511199457086</id><published>2007-06-17T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given you my hands.</title><content type='html'>I've given you both of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hold them tight?&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm trying to let go,&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to hold them.&lt;br /&gt;You only have one of my hand now.&lt;br /&gt;The other one is being held tightly by someone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I may break into pieces by playing with fire.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am not tied down yet,&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't broken my wings yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am still wandering.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll make a choice,&lt;br /&gt;none of you are something I should choose,&lt;br /&gt;both of you are not choices.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let my heart wander,&lt;br /&gt;wherever it pleases,&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow.&lt;br /&gt;I may give you my other hand again,&lt;br /&gt;so you may have me all to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but not now,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a dilemma now.&lt;br /&gt;Never force me to make any decision,&lt;br /&gt;it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;Just stay as what you are.&lt;br /&gt;I am still there beside you.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me completely.&lt;br /&gt;Though you're losing a bit of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076965057200634114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnUA0hODuQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lWHDi2ENInw/s400/A_lethal_fight_by_Etniezz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I opened up my eyes in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was very happy, cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I knew that I still got you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you told me that you're very glad to hear my voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as the first thing you did in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;did you know that I was so elated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are you strong enough to break both of my wings.&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/4439657681134493493-304167511199457086?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/304167511199457086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=304167511199457086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/304167511199457086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/304167511199457086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/given-you-my-hands.html' title='Given you my hands.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnUA0hODuQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lWHDi2ENInw/s72-c/A_lethal_fight_by_Etniezz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8210092001091136077</id><published>2007-06-16T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Friday.</title><content type='html'>How should I start? &lt;div&gt;Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a pretty wonderful Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dated my darlings, Pei Li and Gracia. (&lt;em&gt;love you two loads k)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to catch Ocean's 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ocean's 13 is just fabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I didn't manage to SHOP, I was quite contented with what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had coffee too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of sipping my favorite cup of coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's a really nice guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though I know he's not perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I like about him the most is that of him being honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow I just couldn't care less about the problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I just let it go, and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote me a note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a ghost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;scaring me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;haunting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a host&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;welcoming me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;soothing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;of her reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;her pose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; fallen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need a dose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a glass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoisted up in toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a rose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;held tightly so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;conqueror of all foes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the one i love most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is being sweet I guess. (Or is he a sweet talker?=P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets move on to studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finished mugging my Econs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like FINALLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darlings, we gotta jia you k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after common test, we should go out and celebrate!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076510099904903410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnNjChODuPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SiQRi8hqj8I/s400/Love__by_PeaceLoveHappiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Break my wings so I'll never fly far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love me for no reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and I'll be yours for all season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8210092001091136077?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8210092001091136077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8210092001091136077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8210092001091136077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8210092001091136077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovely-friday.html' title='Lovely Friday.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnNjChODuPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SiQRi8hqj8I/s72-c/Love__by_PeaceLoveHappiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1751029891240596072</id><published>2007-06-15T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>Like a blank space,&lt;br /&gt;my mind is.&lt;br /&gt;As empty as it is,&lt;br /&gt;gladly to absorb whatever you offer.&lt;br /&gt;You have made my mind goes wild.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is full of ideas,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, and never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an arid piece of land,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;As lifeless as it is,&lt;br /&gt;eagerly to be fed with your love.&lt;br /&gt;You have healed the wounds.&lt;br /&gt;You have managed to make it lively and happy,&lt;br /&gt;like once it was.&lt;br /&gt;My heart longs for your love,&lt;br /&gt;and yearns for more.&lt;br /&gt;And you have my heart, all to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost girl,&lt;br /&gt;my soul is.&lt;br /&gt;Aimless.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find someone to show the way,&lt;br /&gt;to the place,&lt;br /&gt;where everything pretty is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;You directed, and led.&lt;br /&gt;And my soul has found what she wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else, no one can make my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one can compare to you, yes its you.&lt;br /&gt;Your love makes my wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;Your love makes me fly up high.&lt;br /&gt;And I have fallen for you completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076124377481984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnIEOhODuOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SRg4htIfNQk/s400/___He__s_in_love_with_Me_____by_My_First_Diary.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm in love with a silly boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He has made me the happiest girl on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Silly girl loves silly boy to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like what you've said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we're falling on to each other. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1751029891240596072?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1751029891240596072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1751029891240596072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1751029891240596072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1751029891240596072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/o.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RnIEOhODuOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SRg4htIfNQk/s72-c/___He__s_in_love_with_Me_____by_My_First_Diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3770571028677470856</id><published>2007-06-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel?</title><content type='html'>I may be imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I gladly know the fact.&lt;br /&gt;I take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;I bet you do wonder about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you here.&lt;br /&gt;I am perfect whenever I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your love just make me feel so complete.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know,&lt;br /&gt;I really know,&lt;br /&gt;that you will leave,&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you need me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I am someone, that will always be there,&lt;br /&gt;right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who will smile with you,&lt;br /&gt;cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;I do not really care about who you are,&lt;br /&gt;where you come from,&lt;br /&gt;everything is just,&lt;br /&gt;immaterial.&lt;br /&gt;For what I know, I am yours,&lt;br /&gt;whether you will keep me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not be mine,&lt;br /&gt;I just know that,&lt;br /&gt;I am watching over you,&lt;br /&gt;though near or far,&lt;br /&gt;I will always look after you.&lt;br /&gt;Am I just being too helpless?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just being too naive?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074817878495312082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rm1f-RODuNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/em0yrE69hno/s400/angel_k_by_Z_Olga_Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you listen to me that much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you see me with your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I may be painting my own picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I may be cheating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I may be playing with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, I couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just wanna enjoy my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My teenage life. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3770571028677470856?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3770571028677470856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3770571028677470856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3770571028677470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3770571028677470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/angel.html' title='Angel?'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rm1f-RODuNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/em0yrE69hno/s72-c/angel_k_by_Z_Olga_Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5780806325585743107</id><published>2007-06-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby dear.</title><content type='html'>Baby dear,&lt;br /&gt;when I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I knew at once,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's true indeed,&lt;br /&gt;you've made me happier, and happier.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me dream more,&lt;br /&gt;made me imagine more.&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me fly up high,&lt;br /&gt;with your love, tenderness and care.&lt;br /&gt;My sweety pie,&lt;br /&gt;my ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;You make me want you more each day.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure to know,&lt;br /&gt;that you actually try,&lt;br /&gt;to visualize what I am doing,&lt;br /&gt;while I am not by your side.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so elated.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm the happiest girl on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so glad, that you have almost gone nuts,&lt;br /&gt;when you didn't hear from me,&lt;br /&gt;even just for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;You love me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of my pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of my social status.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're just,&lt;br /&gt;too wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;my baby dear.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072956040237267138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmbCpBODuMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hTmbqL8ZJH4/s400/love_by_ryokogirle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though you are far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you always care bout me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You, you do miss me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;badly, when I'm not with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To me, that's so nice of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope that you'll take care of my heart carefully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't wanna see you crush it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;into pieces.&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/4439657681134493493-5780806325585743107?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5780806325585743107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5780806325585743107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5780806325585743107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5780806325585743107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-baby-dear.html' title='My baby dear.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmbCpBODuMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hTmbqL8ZJH4/s72-c/love_by_ryokogirle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6909425873548886652</id><published>2007-06-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy just escalates.</title><content type='html'>I've erased the line,&lt;br /&gt;the line that I drew myself.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me fly up high.&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you like me too.&lt;br /&gt;The joy just escalates.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too sweet,&lt;br /&gt;too pretty,&lt;br /&gt;too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me fallen,&lt;br /&gt;deeper, deeper...&lt;br /&gt;You've made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;and you always want to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know that you're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;afraid of losing me&lt;br /&gt;You care for me,&lt;br /&gt;you do really care.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think you deserve being loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, thanks for loving me for being me.&lt;br /&gt;You're rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072227360737056962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmQr6Si_2MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JxBGAOFmc6M/s400/Valentine_Portrait_2005_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love, this four letter words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's just so magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Emotions are something that humans can't controlled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ah well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess I shall just let myself fall a little deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thought I may hurt myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have to fly up high to see how beautiful it is. :)&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/4439657681134493493-6909425873548886652?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6909425873548886652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6909425873548886652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6909425873548886652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6909425873548886652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/joy-just-escalates.html' title='The joy just escalates.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmQr6Si_2MI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JxBGAOFmc6M/s72-c/Valentine_Portrait_2005_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-735539368810862106</id><published>2007-06-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:34.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the place where you should be.</title><content type='html'>I think I've been bugging you too much.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've been too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall just let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Though you're not mine at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just let you walk on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Shall not tag along.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, go to the place where you should be.&lt;br /&gt;The place where the flowers are pretty,&lt;br /&gt;the grass is green, and the weather is sunny.&lt;br /&gt;I think I may scare you away.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just take one step back.&lt;br /&gt;Let you walk on your own.&lt;br /&gt;You may always come back and find me though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I know, someone has stolen your heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, go to the place where you wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;As you'd be happy there.&lt;br /&gt;And, to love doesn't mean to possess.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;whether you're mine or not.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been bugging you too much,&lt;br /&gt;been straining you.&lt;br /&gt;Should set you free.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071511986689267890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmGhSCi_2LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xL3Vb5r0Bbo/s400/I_will_miss_you_by_lauchapos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're never mine from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;though you're always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know you've drawn the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Should I leave you, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I keep on being like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I may lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You'll leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Should I ever come back to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or should you ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It also implies that I miss you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby, thanks for everything you've done for me.&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/4439657681134493493-735539368810862106?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/735539368810862106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=735539368810862106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/735539368810862106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/735539368810862106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-place-where-you-should-be.html' title='To the place where you should be.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RmGhSCi_2LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xL3Vb5r0Bbo/s72-c/I_will_miss_you_by_lauchapos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4619416195472926805</id><published>2007-05-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near you always.</title><content type='html'>Please don't say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;those words touch me much too deeply&lt;br /&gt;they make my core tremble&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you realize the effect you have over me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Please don't kiss me so sweet&lt;br /&gt;it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't touch me like that&lt;br /&gt;makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow&lt;br /&gt;Please don't come so close&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bring me flowers&lt;br /&gt;they only whisper the sweet things you'd say&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;your hands already know too much anyway&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;And when you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;please know my heart is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing that I understand, but when in your arms&lt;br /&gt;you have complete power over me&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle if you please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Babe, and it makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Babe, and it makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070019949410375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlxUSCi_2KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D_6U5v_THFw/s400/Love_and_photography_by_pianobleeder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're just too marvellous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Again, you've made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're a really nice guy, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm going to miss you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I shall bid adieu to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HUGS!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4619416195472926805?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4619416195472926805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4619416195472926805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4619416195472926805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4619416195472926805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/near-you-always.html' title='Near you always.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlxUSCi_2KI/AAAAAAAAAG0/D_6U5v_THFw/s72-c/Love_and_photography_by_pianobleeder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6406952237338738465</id><published>2007-05-28T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:34.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>I've got a boyfriend now&lt;br /&gt;He's my dearest pal&lt;br /&gt;He'll always catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;He's always there when I call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a boyfriend now&lt;br /&gt;He always talks so loud&lt;br /&gt;Even in a crowded house&lt;br /&gt;He always shows what he got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dreams and all my stories&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need my diary&lt;br /&gt;If you're teasing me, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boyfriend smiles&lt;br /&gt;The world seems all mine&lt;br /&gt;And all the days seems truly fine&lt;br /&gt;Make me reach up for the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boyfriend now&lt;br /&gt;We're moving so slow&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to know&lt;br /&gt;Come on and join with the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dreams and all my stories&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need my diary&lt;br /&gt;If you're teasing me, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm blue, feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;No one sits here right beside me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call you just to;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry, come and see me. It's so scary and I need you desperately"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dreams and all my stories&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need my diary&lt;br /&gt;If you're teasing me, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my dreams and all my stories&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need my diary&lt;br /&gt;If you're teasing me, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you in my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069072058718083186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rlj2Lii_2HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4PoDwPzWutk/s400/Boyfriend_and_Girlfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My imaginary boyfriend.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since I'm picky and fickle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today's Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a nice day to slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had a pretty emo conversation with my friend yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kinda know him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He's a nice guy indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6406952237338738465?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6406952237338738465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6406952237338738465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6406952237338738465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6406952237338738465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-and-my-boyfriend.html' title='Me and my boyfriend.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rlj2Lii_2HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4PoDwPzWutk/s72-c/Boyfriend_and_Girlfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-419616501417842082</id><published>2007-05-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail therapy.</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling kinda emo these days.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love.&lt;br /&gt;Has Rosey fallen into the bottomless pit?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Rosey knows how to control herself pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Though she admits that she finds it hard to control her emotions,&lt;br /&gt;and she is unable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;I think he's someone that I would go for.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trustworthy guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;A reliable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I feel safe whenever I'm with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But then, again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;he's not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As long as he'll be there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As long as he'll be there when I need someone to rant to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I think it's more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Since I shouldn't expect anything from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sorry for being random,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;retail therapy really helps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I feel so much better now.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068887229095467106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlhOFCi_2GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/21zH2BbixX8/s400/Shopaholic_by_ValleyTwig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SHOPPING! My favourite thing to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when I'm feeling down, feeling emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Retail therapy really helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just hope that my future husband will be able to stand my shopping hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And hope that he is a nice and generous one. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rosey and her wildest dreams.:)&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/4439657681134493493-419616501417842082?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/419616501417842082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=419616501417842082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/419616501417842082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/419616501417842082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail therapy.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlhOFCi_2GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/21zH2BbixX8/s72-c/Shopaholic_by_ValleyTwig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8214585394589094974</id><published>2007-05-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:34.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder.</title><content type='html'>If I have never met you,&lt;br /&gt;would my life be colourful?&lt;br /&gt;If I have never get close to you,&lt;br /&gt;would my life be better?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that you're so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;so near that my fingers are unable to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that you're not even there,&lt;br /&gt;so far that I can't even sense your whereabout.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I still stay put.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I don't move on.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I dare not look back.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to walk on, create more memories,&lt;br /&gt;shelf the past, and just, remember them,&lt;br /&gt;leaving all the bad things behind.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to let you go, to the place where you should be.&lt;br /&gt;Again, you're never mine.&lt;br /&gt;So letting you go should not be an issue.&lt;br /&gt;But then, this heart will ache,&lt;br /&gt;if I really let you go, leaving me on my own.&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;You don't belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall just concern about my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Let go all the temptations.&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;you'll still be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know how would I be without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068540745493764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlcS9Ci_2FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pcehy1YEPI4/s400/the_elders_by_beyondtheskies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I may be greedy, may be wanting everything that I can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But one thing for sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I may give up everything for happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day I will grow old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I don't wanna spend my rotting days on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I'm old, I wish I can spend my time by just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;doing meaningful things with my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But then, will I be satisfied with this kind of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no.&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/4439657681134493493-8214585394589094974?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8214585394589094974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8214585394589094974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8214585394589094974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8214585394589094974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlcS9Ci_2FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pcehy1YEPI4/s72-c/the_elders_by_beyondtheskies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3100715597976455</id><published>2007-05-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:35.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Almost late for school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda messy today,&lt;br /&gt;there's no time left to comb my hair nicely.&lt;br /&gt;My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to set the alarm the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I woke up 15 minutes before 7.&lt;br /&gt;Was not late for school.&lt;br /&gt;What an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Voiced up my anger,&lt;br /&gt;felt good,&lt;br /&gt;though there's a possibility,&lt;br /&gt;that I might get whacked by the class.&lt;br /&gt;Life was great today.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics with my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy to have received so many texts from you.:)&lt;br /&gt;And you've promised to take me out.&lt;br /&gt;Love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was a nice one too.&lt;br /&gt;Today's just a fine Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068105983134259266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlWHiii_2EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SiUBPxlM-dE/s400/this_is_love__right__by_fantasiafaerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're the smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You never fail to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; brighten&lt;/span&gt; up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Too wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I feel safe in your arms.&lt;3&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/4439657681134493493-3100715597976455?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3100715597976455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3100715597976455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3100715597976455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3100715597976455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-fine-thursday.html' title='One fine Thursday.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlWHiii_2EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SiUBPxlM-dE/s72-c/this_is_love__right__by_fantasiafaerie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2631240442111521306</id><published>2007-05-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:35.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for everything.</title><content type='html'>"There is a time for everything,&lt;br /&gt;and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born and a time to die,&lt;br /&gt;a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;br /&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,&lt;br /&gt;a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;br /&gt;a time to search and a time to give up,&lt;br /&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend,&lt;br /&gt;a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;br /&gt;a time to love and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;a time for war and a time for peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067750265352869938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlREBCi_2DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8hQjLxpGRAI/s400/Bunny_Hug_by_harmonysteel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SInce, there's a time when you're up and a time when you're down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you can always lean on me when you need a shoulder to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know you're strong, but then, it doesn't mean that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you don't need a person to go right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just wanna tell you that you always look good in my eyes .:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I salute you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And maybe that's why you're special, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2631240442111521306?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2631240442111521306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2631240442111521306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2631240442111521306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2631240442111521306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-everything.html' title='A time for everything.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlREBCi_2DI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8hQjLxpGRAI/s72-c/Bunny_Hug_by_harmonysteel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7287677845702943761</id><published>2007-05-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:35.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air, though...</title><content type='html'>I know that life is not so beautiful now,&lt;br /&gt;especially life in the college.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are so busy with studies,&lt;br /&gt;cca, everything about school.&lt;br /&gt;And we neglect almost everybody around us?&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we also have neglected,&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure in doing many things.&lt;br /&gt;For example, bathing or showering,&lt;br /&gt;to me, this is not just an act of cleansing yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but it is also a pleasing activity, cools me down and&lt;br /&gt;makes me more relax.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is eating,&lt;br /&gt;it seems that people in the current society,&lt;br /&gt;just eat for the sake of eating?&lt;br /&gt;I long for the days,&lt;br /&gt;where everyone can just enjoy whatever they do.&lt;br /&gt;The days where work and studies are not the number one priority.&lt;br /&gt;The days where people can just enjoy their leisure time without doing work.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that time has passed more and more quickly these days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we should blame the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's we, we have made everything become so instant.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope there'll be a day like that for me.&lt;br /&gt;So I can be carefree and just take pleasure in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067353272935766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlLa9Ci_2CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gxc4I_h6GX4/s400/Love_is_in_the_air___by_daveainley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though life is pretty sucks these days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am pretty happy with the fact that I am loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;being taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is in the air.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope you won't change, though everybody changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your love is better than everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Addictive, like chocolate, but zero in calorie.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7287677845702943761?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7287677845702943761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7287677845702943761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7287677845702943761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7287677845702943761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-is-in-air-though.html' title='Love is in the air, though...'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlLa9Ci_2CI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gxc4I_h6GX4/s72-c/Love_is_in_the_air___by_daveainley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-864214402322285193</id><published>2007-05-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:35.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like crying.</title><content type='html'>I am just tired,&lt;br /&gt;tired of almost everything,&lt;br /&gt;about school.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't feel like going,&lt;br /&gt;some people around me are just,&lt;br /&gt;really disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I expect too much from them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just...too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;I've endured for about ten weeks,&lt;br /&gt;which I will consider as a pretty short period.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a superwoman,&lt;br /&gt;I am just,&lt;br /&gt;a girl,&lt;br /&gt;who still refuses to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;But at least,&lt;br /&gt;I know what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;I know what I MUST be doing,&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, people around me are just,&lt;br /&gt;most of them I would say,&lt;br /&gt;just can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;They set their impressive goals,&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;have they asked themselves that they have to work hard,&lt;br /&gt;in order to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I shall just think for myself I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Shall not bother too much bout others.&lt;br /&gt;They just don't care...&lt;br /&gt;So why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;Consider myself unlucky then.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like crying today.&lt;br /&gt;Crying over...small foolish things,&lt;br /&gt;according to some people.&lt;br /&gt;They're just small foolish things,&lt;br /&gt;but they affect me.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;If I can choose to see only all the good things,&lt;br /&gt;and just pretend that all the bad things do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my life will be more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;However, in real life,&lt;br /&gt;I have to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067017651306354706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlGptSi_2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXUV02u0qrM/s400/My_Cry_by_DreamingPhotographer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for listening to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when you're so busy with your work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I appreciate that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since I mostly rant to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bet you've endured so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby, thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're really my pillow and my bolster.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss you.&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/4439657681134493493-864214402322285193?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/864214402322285193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=864214402322285193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/864214402322285193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/864214402322285193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-like-crying.html' title='I feel like crying.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RlGptSi_2BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXUV02u0qrM/s72-c/My_Cry_by_DreamingPhotographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4419603508226917802</id><published>2007-05-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:35.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lovely Saturday.</title><content type='html'>I woke up pretty early,&lt;br /&gt;had a lovely breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;toast and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to revised my work,&lt;br /&gt;and finished some assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out,&lt;br /&gt;had lunch,&lt;br /&gt;with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;all I saw were just shops,&lt;br /&gt;crowded, messy, and just,&lt;br /&gt;unpleasant to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get anything for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wandered alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner with him.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty contented.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since we saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I saved my money by not shopping,&lt;br /&gt;and I got to see my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066277409397921794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rk8Idii_2AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3dg0p95RrE8/s400/teddies_don__t_hug_back___by_lil_babo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Teddies don't hug back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But you'll hug me back.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for your time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I do appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You've brightened up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you've made me smile.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-4419603508226917802?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4419603508226917802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4419603508226917802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4419603508226917802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4419603508226917802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-lovely-saturday.html' title='What a lovely Saturday.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rk8Idii_2AI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3dg0p95RrE8/s72-c/teddies_don__t_hug_back___by_lil_babo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5653280568697905207</id><published>2007-05-17T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get enough of you.</title><content type='html'>Loving you is like biting the best chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;that the world could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, bitter, minty, crunchy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're mainly sweet,&lt;br /&gt;that's why I couldn't get enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;You shower me with care and love that I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;My angel.&lt;br /&gt;My sweety pie.&lt;br /&gt;You're such a lovely guy.&lt;br /&gt;Just, you're not that agressive.&lt;br /&gt;But who gives a damn.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am what I am when I am with you,&lt;br /&gt;it tells me a lot about you.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;you got me on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I think you've stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065555270776641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rkx3rii_1_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j3mdj_ITJzw/s400/Chocolate_by_wfrederick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love chocolate to the bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It makes me high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, I guess you're like chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cure me while I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make me high when I'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chocolate, let it be sweet or bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still love it.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5653280568697905207?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5653280568697905207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5653280568697905207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5653280568697905207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5653280568697905207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-get-enough-of-you.html' title='I can&apos;t get enough of you.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rkx3rii_1_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j3mdj_ITJzw/s72-c/Chocolate_by_wfrederick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2725823933819765947</id><published>2007-05-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me.</title><content type='html'>Baby, knowing you is like,&lt;br /&gt;a gift from God, a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;I would say,&lt;br /&gt;like fated?&lt;br /&gt;You are really different from the rest,&lt;br /&gt;you know me the best.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to know,&lt;br /&gt;you do take notice of every single thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;You do read me like a book don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you more.&lt;br /&gt;More and more.&lt;br /&gt;You got me.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too glad.&lt;br /&gt;I am flying up way there now.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Have got the world on a string.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Should I go further?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just let the nature takes its course?&lt;br /&gt;Though somehow you are close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not move closer,&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that I will lose you if I do so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;But I warned you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations,&lt;br /&gt;you've got me.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065138800682850274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rkr85yi_1-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NB1sYeOu2OI/s400/Under_the_Umbrella_by_winter_panda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, you're too wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess words aren't enough to describe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh dear, you've made me fly up high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you better be there to catch me when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2725823933819765947?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2725823933819765947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2725823933819765947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2725823933819765947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2725823933819765947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-got-me.html' title='You got me.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rkr85yi_1-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NB1sYeOu2OI/s72-c/Under_the_Umbrella_by_winter_panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7280572113595343024</id><published>2007-05-14T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not strong, yet unbroken.</title><content type='html'>I am just an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am not strong,&lt;br /&gt;weak indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I cry, many times.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty balanced right?&lt;br /&gt;But I am confessing to you,&lt;br /&gt;that I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;But I am unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;I am not that weak.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall down,&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the sky above my head,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll get myself up,&lt;br /&gt;and walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sky turns grey,&lt;br /&gt;I will still walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes,&lt;br /&gt;I still have to walk on, right?&lt;br /&gt;And baby,&lt;br /&gt;the path we choose is not always beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we made wrong choices,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why is it so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it cause curiosity kills the cat?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cause you have no choice?&lt;br /&gt;Many causes aren't it.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever I take, I walk on it, and I end it.&lt;br /&gt;And then I start with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm dying,&lt;br /&gt;keep on ranting,&lt;br /&gt;lamenting,&lt;br /&gt;I don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, even though I'm not strong,&lt;br /&gt;I am unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063880467584029634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkaEdKdik8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7sbBcw4S1VE/s400/Svetle_Ibw_by_borissov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you're wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even though you're ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're always my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My guardian angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-7280572113595343024?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7280572113595343024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7280572113595343024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7280572113595343024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7280572113595343024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-strong-yet-unbroken.html' title='Not strong, yet unbroken.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkaEdKdik8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7sbBcw4S1VE/s72-c/Svetle_Ibw_by_borissov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5169639653587238969</id><published>2007-05-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Kelly.</title><content type='html'>Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063863395089028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkZ07adik7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FemT_S9LNM0/s400/To_Love_a_Woman_by_kedralynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, I've been watching you from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You seemed to be so indulged in your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why don't you take a break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just forget it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look at it from a different angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is always easier to be said than to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But baby, try your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Smile more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know you're not a broken man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Try your best in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4439657681134493493-5169639653587238969?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5169639653587238969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5169639653587238969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5169639653587238969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5169639653587238969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/grace-kelly.html' title='Grace Kelly.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkZ07adik7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FemT_S9LNM0/s72-c/To_Love_a_Woman_by_kedralynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-455832667727395993</id><published>2007-05-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear love.</title><content type='html'>Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;why you always appear,&lt;br /&gt;when I am not expecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;why you are always beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;when I expect it to be ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;why you are always painful,&lt;br /&gt;when I expect it to be enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love,&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you one thing,&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe you,&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, you are great.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you are like a medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Useful&lt;/span&gt; yet harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear love,&lt;br /&gt;I think my heart,&lt;br /&gt;has been stolen, completely,&lt;br /&gt;by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and crushed it into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Will he take care of it,&lt;br /&gt;and nourished it with love and care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;And I do not want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is harsh, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I will just blend in,&lt;br /&gt;the state of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063589496434627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkV70adik6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y6aeMjHJ3yE/s400/My_melody_by_Lady_Dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your love keeps me alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Though I may not sacrifice everything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're important to me dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But remember, even though I'm deeply in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm still a practical person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I may give up love for something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love me, or leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This question will never be fully answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-455832667727395993?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/455832667727395993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=455832667727395993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/455832667727395993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/455832667727395993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-love.html' title='Dear love.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkV70adik6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y6aeMjHJ3yE/s72-c/My_melody_by_Lady_Dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2380865347173160885</id><published>2007-05-09T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss.</title><content type='html'>A kiss is just a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;if there's emptiness in it.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is felt,&lt;br /&gt;if there's love in it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be love or lust.&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's a flame in it,&lt;br /&gt;it's meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;May be hurting,&lt;br /&gt;may be pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss, to me,&lt;br /&gt;is a form of affection.&lt;br /&gt;A form of communication.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quarrel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;will reunite a couple.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss after long time no see,&lt;br /&gt;will reflect how much you miss each other.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss after a cry,&lt;br /&gt;will show how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from the one you fancied,&lt;br /&gt;will lead you to the wildest imagination,&lt;br /&gt;build your dream on.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;a meaningful kiss will stay in your mind forever,&lt;br /&gt;even when you're already old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: NEVER KISS AND TELL. IT'S SO UNGLAM!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062558437995615122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkHSE6dik5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KZVlvO14b_I/s400/Love_is_razorblade_kiss__by_Bunnis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Baby, I love red roses too.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-2380865347173160885?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2380865347173160885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2380865347173160885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2380865347173160885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2380865347173160885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/kiss.html' title='A Kiss.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkHSE6dik5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KZVlvO14b_I/s72-c/Love_is_razorblade_kiss__by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-5756264899795320288</id><published>2007-05-08T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:36.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let me go.</title><content type='html'>You're still chaining me,&lt;br /&gt;clinging closely onto me.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Making my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Are you that insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;How many times I have to repeat myself?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that heartless?&lt;br /&gt;I was once a flower that bloomed in the winter,&lt;br /&gt;because you were the sunlight and the water that feeded me.&lt;br /&gt;You were once the reason why I kept on living this life.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;Remember.&lt;br /&gt;That day you told me that you would never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Despite anything.&lt;br /&gt;You broke the promise,&lt;br /&gt;you left, without a single word.&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth you're still chaining me?&lt;br /&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, to wherever I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Since we are never bound by anything significant.&lt;br /&gt;Stop haunting me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;I've erased you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my own life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to walk on.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have stabbed your heart,&lt;br /&gt;with a very sharp knife.&lt;br /&gt;You've done that to me too, remember?&lt;br /&gt;So it's fair and square now.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are belonged to someone now.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I will never move on.&lt;br /&gt;Stop chaining me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you will never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062110747784549250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkA656dik4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tdx6FRFIIzc/s400/Let_me_go__by_Meteo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You and I will be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll be back together if  only our destinies say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are not worthy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-5756264899795320288?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5756264899795320288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=5756264899795320288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5756264899795320288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/5756264899795320288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-let-me-go.html' title='Never let me go.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RkA656dik4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/tdx6FRFIIzc/s72-c/Let_me_go__by_Meteo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-2585995290815395420</id><published>2007-05-07T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable.</title><content type='html'>Unforgettable, thats what you are.&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable though near or far.&lt;br /&gt;Like a song of love that clings to me.&lt;br /&gt;How the thought of you does things to me.&lt;br /&gt;Never before has someone been more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way.&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, thats how youll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, darling, its incredible.&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am unforgettable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way.&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, thats how youll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, darling, its incredible.&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am unforgettable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061747031084995602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj7wG0K1lBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2ZrTD84Jby4/s400/Unforgettable_by_Grigoriev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Always be remembered wherever I'm going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even though one day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will be completely forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course I will be there, alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in your memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hence, I am unforgettable too.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&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/4439657681134493493-2585995290815395420?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2585995290815395420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=2585995290815395420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2585995290815395420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/2585995290815395420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj7wG0K1lBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2ZrTD84Jby4/s72-c/Unforgettable_by_Grigoriev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3472858677199477938</id><published>2007-05-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad girl.</title><content type='html'>Tell me baby, am I a bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bad bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been playing with fire,&lt;br /&gt;just to fulfil my desire.&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad girl with expensive toys.&lt;br /&gt;Consists of only boys?&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I don't want to do any harm.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is just, warmth.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've been toying around.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I've been fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;I just know I deserve the best.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I will pick only one, and leave the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;and I want to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to love.&lt;br /&gt;I will choose,&lt;br /&gt;and choose.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I will never go and find love,&lt;br /&gt;or else, it won't be called falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just walk on where my destiny brings me to,&lt;br /&gt;hence, I will be less stressed too.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be able to smile,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will then smile,&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;To a huge degree.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm only eighteen,&lt;br /&gt;it's alright for me to be a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of nineteen,&lt;br /&gt;then I shall change, from a bad girl,&lt;br /&gt;to a lady, a respectable one.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be someone who is worth to be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061466917612917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj3xWEK1lAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yF273ci3fG4/s400/Aqui_se_habla_Espaniol_by_j_u_a_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lady in the little black dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with a string of pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how I will be dressed in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;during parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Classic look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleek, and elegant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'll be the highly respectable icon in the society too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3472858677199477938?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3472858677199477938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3472858677199477938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3472858677199477938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3472858677199477938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-girl.html' title='A bad girl.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj3xWEK1lAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yF273ci3fG4/s72-c/Aqui_se_habla_Espaniol_by_j_u_a_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8624259128022600037</id><published>2007-05-06T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:37.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday.</title><content type='html'>What a lazy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up wishing you were here, by my side.&lt;br /&gt;So you'd be the first person I see,&lt;br /&gt;when I opened up my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Started my Sunday with a game of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Still, you're all over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're too hard to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just too amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hearty lunch with my cousins in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is always a day with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;What a lazy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I spent few hours having a classic pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;I also watched a movie from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my lazy day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I don't do much.&lt;br /&gt;Except reading my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;econs&lt;/span&gt; text book and notes.&lt;br /&gt;However I am glad,&lt;br /&gt;cause I know how to laze around on SUNDAYS.=D&lt;br /&gt;I love spending my SUNDAYS mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061382392656532466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj2keEK1k_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9eKYx6QJSaA/s400/happy_by_lucystar99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've made me smile more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as the days go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Even though time passes so quickly these days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm glad, to know that you're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've made me feel secure.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-8624259128022600037?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8624259128022600037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8624259128022600037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8624259128022600037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8624259128022600037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Rj2keEK1k_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9eKYx6QJSaA/s72-c/happy_by_lucystar99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6181860586859704035</id><published>2007-05-02T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I just wanna crap.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I crapped right.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;As an appetizer, lols.&lt;br /&gt;I start the post of May with a crappy post,k?=)&lt;br /&gt;Bet all of you are waiting for me to crap.&lt;br /&gt;I've been known as a girl who describes guy in one word, 'HOT'.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am absent from school, the girls will miss me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. They'll be missing my voice screaming the word 'HOT'.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my dear Hui Zyi. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone knows whenever I skip school.&lt;br /&gt;WHY OH WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Even my form teacher notices it. Oh My GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;But it's cool isn't it.=P&lt;br /&gt;All my dears and darlings love me.&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw two teddy bears at school.&lt;br /&gt;One is the cute one, my class teddy bear, Joseth.Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The other one is the fierce teddy bear, Shaun or Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's a bit HOT. But then not as hot as my DARLINGS.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ruggers are always hot.*winks.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the crap bout the boys for today.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Guess I forgot to include another hot guy that I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin, the RJC water polo guy.=P&lt;br /&gt;Knew him from my RJ dears.Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I crapped a lot bout boys.&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall move to what happened during maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine and Yee Ling keep on laughing can.&lt;br /&gt;Thought there's something weird or what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty slow.&lt;br /&gt;Actually they're laughing at the tutor's tone or voice.&lt;br /&gt;I think both of you are right.Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ended school pretty early today.WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back to read my lovely econs text book.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059897669706945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjheH0K1k-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DnRZrkkaRpQ/s400/somewhere_in_Est_France_2_by_milenka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Summer is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Flowers everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;How I wish I am one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will be smiling throughout the season, along with the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am a flower with thorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am not easy to be tamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Try your best and I may be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6181860586859704035?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6181860586859704035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6181860586859704035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6181860586859704035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6181860586859704035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-just-wanna-crap.html' title='Today, I just wanna crap.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjheH0K1k-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/DnRZrkkaRpQ/s72-c/somewhere_in_Est_France_2_by_milenka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-7125948593987770340</id><published>2007-04-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:37.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to You.</title><content type='html'>Loving you madly will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;I see the ocean in your eyes when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries. There are no limits.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been embraced now that you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closer to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when you're close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by, seconds into minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Every field and flower fades but love is infinite.&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries. There are no limits.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's a bigger place now that you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closer to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when you're close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be closer. Closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tight can you hold me?&lt;br /&gt;How long can we stay awake?&lt;br /&gt;How hard can we laugh?&lt;br /&gt;How much love can we make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when you're close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be closer. Closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059054662116021202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjVfaUK1k9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vS2gQxDe_Y0/s400/step_into_you_by_UlverWolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me step closer into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just wanna get closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just wanna ease your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate to see you in such a state,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whereby you are not yourself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me get closer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish God would light my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/4439657681134493493-7125948593987770340?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7125948593987770340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=7125948593987770340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7125948593987770340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/7125948593987770340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/closer-to-you.html' title='Closer to You.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjVfaUK1k9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/vS2gQxDe_Y0/s72-c/step_into_you_by_UlverWolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1408543429961205672</id><published>2007-04-30T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream.</title><content type='html'>Your love is better than ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Better than anything else that Ive tried&lt;br /&gt;And your love is better than ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here know how to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a long way down&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way down&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way down to the place&lt;br /&gt;Where we started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is better than chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Better than anything else that Ive tried&lt;br /&gt;Oh love is better than chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Everyone here knows how to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way down&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way down&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way down to the place&lt;br /&gt;Where we started from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059035485087044546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjVN-EK1k8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgLq3cPM7-4/s400/Ice_Cream__by_realler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your love is really better than ice cream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your love is sweet and bitter like chocolate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Your love to me is complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's enjoyable, yet, brings jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I find it hard to erase you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause your love is better than anything else that I've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1408543429961205672?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1408543429961205672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1408543429961205672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1408543429961205672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1408543429961205672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjVN-EK1k8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgLq3cPM7-4/s72-c/Ice_Cream__by_realler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1855717292889335834</id><published>2007-04-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be heartless.</title><content type='html'>I've lived on this earth for 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday marked my existence in this world.&lt;br /&gt;In this world, a space where many different creatures,&lt;br /&gt;living together.&lt;br /&gt;Humans might be the wisest creatures.&lt;br /&gt;But, as years go by, years by years,&lt;br /&gt;humans started to lose the human touch?&lt;br /&gt;We are so busy with what we ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not busy with what we love to do.&lt;br /&gt;We are becoming more and more like robots,&lt;br /&gt;heartless, more selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be heartless too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be, one day.&lt;br /&gt;When I can't take all these problems anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When I can't sense,&lt;br /&gt;can't feel.&lt;br /&gt;I should have just forgotten all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Should have just been carefree.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I love?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have empathy?&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;All are just emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and feelings make me weak.&lt;br /&gt;Should I choose to be heartless?&lt;br /&gt;If I am heartless, I will be strong right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being loved, sick of loving,&lt;br /&gt;sick of being hurted, sick of hurting,&lt;br /&gt;sick of being cared, sick of caring.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could just sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could live in a place,&lt;br /&gt;a place named paradise,&lt;br /&gt;where people are doing what they want,&lt;br /&gt;where the grass is green,&lt;br /&gt;and my loved ones are there,&lt;br /&gt;loving me, and being loved.&lt;br /&gt;If, one day, God shows me the road,&lt;br /&gt;to the place that I wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to have emotions, feelings, senses,&lt;br /&gt;and I swear I don't wanna be heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058856556749493170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjSrPEK1k7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VPb5WUlopX8/s400/Waiting_for_you_by_foolish_superstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even though I know you've gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am partly forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost fully replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honey, I ain't a substitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I shall start to forget you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-1855717292889335834?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1855717292889335834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1855717292889335834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1855717292889335834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1855717292889335834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-heartless.html' title='To be heartless.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjSrPEK1k7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VPb5WUlopX8/s72-c/Waiting_for_you_by_foolish_superstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-4300020894896095759</id><published>2007-04-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting you go.</title><content type='html'>When you let me go,&lt;br /&gt;it's clear, that I,&lt;br /&gt;was indeed chained.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm free,&lt;br /&gt;you're already tied up,&lt;br /&gt;tightly.&lt;br /&gt;So tight that even I,&lt;br /&gt;am quite sure,&lt;br /&gt;that it's impossible,&lt;br /&gt;to cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go,&lt;br /&gt;may seem to be,&lt;br /&gt;the most realistic way out.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;it's feasible, manageable.&lt;br /&gt;Why not I try?&lt;br /&gt;Try to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Since, if you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;you'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go,&lt;br /&gt;will make me cold,&lt;br /&gt;I expect.&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;do I have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall just try letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;Let you go to where you should be.&lt;br /&gt;Where you'd be happy and,&lt;br /&gt;keep on smiling,&lt;br /&gt;all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058144846308807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjIj8EK1k6I/AAAAAAAAADs/XIVCjNBsqbQ/s400/Kiss_in_the_Quad_by_livevivid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's go to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe we'll go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We just don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know I love you when you're loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes it's better when it's publicly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not ashamed, I don't care who sees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Us hugging and kissing our love exhibition all.&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/4439657681134493493-4300020894896095759?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4300020894896095759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=4300020894896095759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4300020894896095759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/4300020894896095759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/letting-you-go.html' title='Letting you go.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjIj8EK1k6I/AAAAAAAAADs/XIVCjNBsqbQ/s72-c/Kiss_in_the_Quad_by_livevivid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-8231817252798756190</id><published>2007-04-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to you.</title><content type='html'>Yes. Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Today's your day.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cards, expensive gifts, grand party, lavish treat.&lt;br /&gt;Just name it.&lt;br /&gt;You can have everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Even a person like me.&lt;br /&gt;I was yours, once.&lt;br /&gt;Completely.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a casanova too?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not yours anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am an independent girl.&lt;br /&gt;So what are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing or mourning?&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied with what you have?&lt;br /&gt;Have you smiled today?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still as empty as ever?&lt;br /&gt;Should I just leave you on your own, or&lt;br /&gt;should I just welcome you,&lt;br /&gt;with arms wide open?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've been walking away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed,&lt;br /&gt;My impression of you have changed too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057748700000261010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjC7pUK1k5I/AAAAAAAAADk/6q08BZxYenE/s400/roses_need_water_by_tylersrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roses need water to keep on living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I need love and care so I will not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also need to be spoiled sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so I will bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love my time being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4439657681134493493-8231817252798756190?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8231817252798756190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=8231817252798756190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8231817252798756190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/8231817252798756190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy birthday to you.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RjC7pUK1k5I/AAAAAAAAADk/6q08BZxYenE/s72-c/roses_need_water_by_tylersrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-1031215469703846604</id><published>2007-04-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete.</title><content type='html'>I was born with nothing,&lt;br /&gt;no silver spoon.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up having all my friends around,&lt;br /&gt;but still, they'd left me for something better.&lt;br /&gt;Since whenever you say 'hello', you will say 'goodbye',&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a partner named boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;who eventually would be my husband.&lt;br /&gt;He would then, be able to feed my emotional hunger.&lt;br /&gt;He would also be able to make me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;He would always stay with me, till the his last day on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, life is a cycle, and&lt;br /&gt;you will never feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be incomplete, unless,&lt;br /&gt;you set yourself free of temptations, emotions, and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057333097489863554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Ri9BqEK1k4I/AAAAAAAAADc/5XdMIcvO5MM/s400/Soulmates_by_Eyeris86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sleeping in your arms makes me forget my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You make me feel loved and needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel safe whenever I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're my everything baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're the reason why I am still living this life.&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/4439657681134493493-1031215469703846604?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1031215469703846604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=1031215469703846604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1031215469703846604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/1031215469703846604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/Ri9BqEK1k4I/AAAAAAAAADc/5XdMIcvO5MM/s72-c/Soulmates_by_Eyeris86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-81567843060911817</id><published>2007-04-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:38.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>Time has passed by so quickly these days,&lt;br /&gt;more and more quickly as I am growing older.&lt;br /&gt;Memories have been created,&lt;br /&gt;since the day I opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;since the day I had my first cry.&lt;br /&gt;Memories, be it sweet, or sour, have always been created.&lt;br /&gt;None are meant to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, none of them can be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Some are meant to be shelved,&lt;br /&gt;kept tightly in a space, deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;buried.&lt;br /&gt;I take it out sometimes, to reminisce the past,&lt;br /&gt;like a flashback, I seem to remember all those tragedies,&lt;br /&gt;to the core, the details.&lt;br /&gt;Painful.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving so many cuts,&lt;br /&gt;some are deep, some are just minor cuts.&lt;br /&gt;A few managed to be nursed,&lt;br /&gt;the rest,&lt;br /&gt;remained there, until now.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;He let me have a lot of sweet memories as well.&lt;br /&gt;The memories which make me smile, widely indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow sweet memories have made the other side of myself,&lt;br /&gt;sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;The weak and sorrowful, has been sleeping until now.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow don't want her to wake up, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable memories until now are my memories,&lt;br /&gt;of us, you and I.&lt;br /&gt;The days where we did spend our days with smiles, laughter, joys.&lt;br /&gt;The days we did fight, just because of small things.&lt;br /&gt;They are indeed memorable.&lt;br /&gt;But those days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;And you are an influential man, I admit,&lt;br /&gt;the one who has made the deepest cut in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The cut itself has healed, as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;But the scar, will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;when I have shelved the memories,&lt;br /&gt;you made a come back.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the girl that you met in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed, to a tougher one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;And colder than before.&lt;br /&gt;I've let you go, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a part of my memories now.&lt;br /&gt;Not a part of my life, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056572850997098546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RiyON5SQ-DI/AAAAAAAAADU/8asML4LlTrQ/s400/My_tomb_of_lament_by_Dina_bv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;My memories of you, have been buried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;along with all other painful ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hope that my memories of you will remain sleeping down under,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;forever, for all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've let you go, and I don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;even though your ghost is still haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;You will be forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;as I walk along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;And there will be a day, for someone to take over your place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-81567843060911817?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/81567843060911817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=81567843060911817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/81567843060911817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/81567843060911817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RiyON5SQ-DI/AAAAAAAAADU/8asML4LlTrQ/s72-c/My_tomb_of_lament_by_Dina_bv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-3190446282551606881</id><published>2007-04-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:39.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather meaningful Saturday.</title><content type='html'>I opened up my eyes and rose pretty early,&lt;br /&gt;was prepared to go back to my Alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with all my classmates,&lt;br /&gt;all of us have changed I guess.&lt;br /&gt;We're all in different school uniforms,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the good old days,&lt;br /&gt;where all of us shared the same uniform.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the days,&lt;br /&gt;where we used to go out after skipping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We shared a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;I am somehow separated with all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One has moved to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Another one has moved to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;And now, another one is going to somewhere in the States.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Missed those times when we just went out to chill and lounge.&lt;br /&gt;Missed those shopping trips.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;After a short meeting with them, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and spent hours in front of my laptop,&lt;br /&gt;doing homework. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At least I've finished my GP homework.&lt;br /&gt;Went to borders after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a comic and a pretty nice note book.&lt;br /&gt;Before that I went to have a bowl of prawn noodle with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chelle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She claimed that she had stomachache yet she still yearned for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to eat together at somewhere near my house.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for my crappy post for today.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't write something meaningful today.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post quality post when I have inspiration then.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055876739877632034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RioVG5SQ-CI/AAAAAAAAADM/_GTBUbED2jU/s400/A_Lover__s_Touch_by_CloudNinePhotography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A touch, was that all you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or did I yearn for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was it love? Wast it lust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I couldn't figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I admit, you're unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-3190446282551606881?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3190446282551606881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=3190446282551606881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3190446282551606881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/3190446282551606881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/rather-meaningful-saturday.html' title='A rather meaningful Saturday.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RioVG5SQ-CI/AAAAAAAAADM/_GTBUbED2jU/s72-c/A_Lover__s_Touch_by_CloudNinePhotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439657681134493493.post-6345163962951757074</id><published>2007-04-20T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:05:39.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am who I am.</title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;This may be the toughest question in my life.&lt;br /&gt;How to define myself?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends.&lt;br /&gt;What people see may not be my what I am.&lt;br /&gt;I may be putting on a mask all the time when they see me.&lt;br /&gt;Some think that I lead the life of a princess.&lt;br /&gt;Some think that I live like a socialite, so proud of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;Some may think that I am just a loser, a creature that,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even deserve to live in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Some may think I am heartless, as cold as the icebergs in Antartica.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care what people think of me, personally.&lt;br /&gt;Since, people in general don't understand me much.&lt;br /&gt;There are some who know me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;They're the special ones.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will always be what I am, when I am with them.&lt;br /&gt;The issue of who am I, until now,&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found out the answer yet.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found out my purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am still in a journey of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;I am not fixed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Since I am shaped by my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;My bad past somehow has made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the pain will remain there, forever.&lt;br /&gt;Till the death come and fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will change for better.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be wiser as I grow older.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be less heartless.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to define who I am, when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117170616367122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RidiSJSQ-BI/AAAAAAAAADE/8BHiKdBispU/s400/I_am_the_mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I long to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I long to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just want to have someone to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who will always be there, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who will be the reason why I keep on living this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Someone who will take off my mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4439657681134493493-6345163962951757074?l=roseyforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6345163962951757074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4439657681134493493&amp;postID=6345163962951757074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6345163962951757074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4439657681134493493/posts/default/6345163962951757074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseyforlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-who-i-am.html' title='I am who I am.'/><author><name>Rosey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12319607003824088994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mS6yoBdCqk8/RidiSJSQ-BI/AAAAAAAAADE/8BHiKdBispU/s72-c/I_am_the_mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
