<?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-7732867</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:58:49.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chErish^moment</title><subtitle type='html'>hi ~ i jux started this blog few day ago ... (24/7/04 sat...) this ish my first blog ... hahax first time doing ... hMm ... the song of my background ish sing by huang yi da ... hahax i like this song very much .. the song very meaning n sing some parts of my feeling out hehex ... er ... if my blog very ugly .. qing duo duo yuan liangx worx ... enjoy urs day .. cya ~ cheers =þ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7732867.post-115204360692772768</id><published>2006-07-05T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:06:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你快乐吗？</title><content type='html'>有时候我真的在想我会快乐吗？&lt;br /&gt;我已经有多久没有真的笑过？&lt;br /&gt;心理重是一片空白， 不想做任何事&lt;br /&gt;只想着逃避？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-115204360692772768?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/115204360692772768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=115204360692772768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/115204360692772768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/115204360692772768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='你快乐吗？'/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-112718031064592161</id><published>2005-09-20T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:38:30.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.::U are really hopeless.. ::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. We cant believe that you go and tell ppl U don't know what we want you to change, actually whole class already know what problem and attitude you have but you just don't want to admit. Hahaz, until now you still don't know what we want you to change? Really?! @_@ OH...!! Please lor, we wrote in our blog so clearly liao, you still don't know. Wah kao! you are really hopeless! We are actually thinking if you are willing to admit and change your idiot character, we will try to accept you but NOW... NO WAY~!!! BECAUSE YOU ARE WAY TOO HOPELESS~~!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-112718031064592161?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/112718031064592161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=112718031064592161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112718031064592161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112718031064592161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-112671457299316421</id><published>2005-09-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:16:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;.::pls leave us alone ::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for all this while i think u very fake sia , everytime at blog scold us.. u still can even scold us "screw u n fuck u" hey dun u think it really too over le ma .. we got feeling de lorx wad if we scold u how u feel ? pls think b4 u write ...Some time u at ur blog scold all of us thn in real life act another kind i really found u very fake sia .. That time project u say we all nv discuss wif u thn complain to teacher still can cry infront of teacher say we nv discuss wif u all tat .. pls lorx we got discuss with u lorx u still even try n explain to u but did u listen to us at the beinging ? no lorx .. u say u wan to rediscuss but even we discuss le u will accept meh ? what the point of discussing u dun even wanna hear our suggestion .. sometime we wif u we feel very xin ku , sometime if we nv follow ur decision u will give us an attitude, scold us , say here n there wah hey .. not everything u say is right de lorx ... kaox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even sometime we ask u question nicely , if we dun understand we of cos will say a "huh" wan lorx .. but thn u like bu nai fan reply us , hey ! pls lor i oso got dun understand thing de lorx me not genius i not the type where ppl say one time i will understand thing easily de lorx sometime joke to u , u oso give us attidue .. the way u do things n treat thing i feel u very fake sia ... i hate ur attidue n characte alotx ... pls change ur  character n attitidue first b4 u come n find us at the meanwhile pls leave us alone first ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;P.S .... I say all this is not to hurt u, jux wan to tell u the truth that how we feel + i really dun like ur character n attitude alot .. pls give us sometime, till we really firgive u ... ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-112671457299316421?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/112671457299316421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=112671457299316421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112671457299316421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112671457299316421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-112005884752113566</id><published>2005-06-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:35:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.:haix:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haix .. everything seem to be so fake .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i think the more i getting fed up, i wandering issit there isn't any trust or wad if there is the forget it all i can do i do le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all i wan to say i say le dun believe is up to u all .. frm now onward wo you ker neng hui becoming cool cool de ... maybe i dun understand or wad ba ... but let it be lorx ... haix say real de sometime i feel that no one understand me no one understand wad i think ... all their mind is themself hax ... maybe say till oso quite feng ci me now start to feel tat hao ren really nan zuo ... but ... i sometime you fou ren haix .. if fren need help or wad will u all help ? hax .... i feel lei le .. juan le ...wandering if i got problem hui you ren zai na li ma hahax ... sometime i wan to find ppl talk i dunno find who .. now left only this online diary hahax .. me ou er ou er still will updatebax .. maybe this isn't nice blog but ... at least i can type out my feeling ... hahax ....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*有些事情会应为一点小事而改变的... (有些事以回不到从前) &lt;/span&gt;maybe really will can't go back le bax .. let it be lorx ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-112005884752113566?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/112005884752113566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=112005884752113566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112005884752113566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/112005884752113566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-110941323589519849</id><published>2005-02-26T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:20:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;.::hMmm(",)::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;yoyox .. long time nv post new thing in here le.. hahax jux change new comp yEA ~ .. oOoo ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;hahax .. hMm .. this few week really feel very blur dunno wad am i doing .. jux feel my mind very blank dun wish to think of anything ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;haix say serious de dunnoE y i ts few time few lonel &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-110941323589519849?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/110941323589519849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=110941323589519849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/110941323589519849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/110941323589519849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109474606791381833</id><published>2004-09-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T00:07:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.:tired::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;haix .. wo zhen de hao lei . why so many thing to me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hao stress hao lei ... hao fan ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wo hao xiang hao xiang ku.... shou zhen de wo hao xiang zao ren lia shu ku ... ker shi ... suan le ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wei he wo hai ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109474606791381833?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109474606791381833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109474606791381833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109474606791381833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109474606791381833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109445842509652785</id><published>2004-09-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:13:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.::Suay ~!!!!::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haix ... today really ish a unlucy day for me ... today during sw .. i lost my wallet n hp ...(curse the ppl who steal my things ~! curse curse curse ~!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;haix ... heart feel damn pain sia ... dunnoE wad to say ... this yr i lost my ezlink 2 time liao ... i lost it not long ago ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but .... today lost it again ... i zhen de hen bu gan xin sia .... but wad to do ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;some how i feel like crying but ... dunno y i jiu shi ku bu chu ... zhen de hao xiang tong kuai de ku ..... wei he wo de yan lei liu bu chu ~ hax ~ i really feel tired ... sick n tired of it .... sigh ..... haix ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i really se bu de my hp ... my wallet n lotx more hahax .... sigh ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i maybe kan qi lai jian qiang ... but ....... d0tx ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109445842509652785?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109445842509652785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109445842509652785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109445842509652785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109445842509652785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109402847619080548</id><published>2004-09-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:47:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.:: A love story tat will make u cry ::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One fine day,an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage, nothing ever seems to go right.They hang on coz of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time tryin to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still wants a divorce...while they were signin the papers, the wife told the husband.."&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I really love u, but i really can't carry on anymore,i'm sorry.."&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its o.k, i understand.."&lt;/span&gt; said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they r still gonna be frends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness. The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady , "take this, its your favourite." Lookin at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer." This is always the problem, u always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how i feel, don't u know that i hate drumsticks?" Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite.Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; That nite, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he can't carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He picks up the phone, started dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing.... On the other side,she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, she loves him alot, but she just can't take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer, knowing that its him..."what's the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she has decided to pull out the cord...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little did she remember, he has heart problems... The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get thru' her phone line.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was lookin thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, beneficiary of course is her...together in that file, theres this note...&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;to my dearest wife, by the time u r reading this, i'm sure i'm no longer around, i bought this policy for u, thou the amount is only $100k, i hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, i might not be around anymore, i want this amount of money to continue taking care of u, just like the way i will if i could have live longer..i want u to know i will always be around, by your side...i love u&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tears flowed like river...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"When u love someone, let them know... u never know what will happen the next min.... learn to build a life together...learn to love each other.......... for who they are..not what they are..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you love them cherish them ...everything have their own reason behing it ~ try to forgive n forget to the love one ... every ppl will make their own mistake ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109402847619080548?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109402847619080548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109402847619080548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109402847619080548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109402847619080548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109402719839018641</id><published>2004-08-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:28:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.::d0tx::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wo tao yan ni .... u very the jia .. jia qing jia yi .... ~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;zhi hui yan xi ~!!!!! idiotx ~! DA PIAN ZI ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109402719839018641?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109402719839018641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109402719839018641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109402719839018641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109402719839018641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109275463879133087</id><published>2004-08-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:57:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.:HmM:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;dunNoE lehx .. now feeling low sia ... dunNoE y ... hahax i now really thn realise tat u can escape thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;now but not forever ... ni ker yi tao de lia yi shi tao bu liao yi bei zi ... no matter how much u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;escape u one still have to face the truth bax ... maybe now i am still trying herd to forgets thing but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i believe one day ... as the time goes by ... i will recover ... hahax i believe ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can wait .... till tat dayx bax ... who knowx hahax~ sigh ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109275463879133087?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109275463879133087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109275463879133087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109275463879133087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109275463879133087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109199183960332385</id><published>2004-08-09T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:03:59.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;.::RuBbIsH::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HmM ... haix ... dunno y .. somehow i feel abit low bax ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometime really feel very tired .. dun wish to care anything somehow feel like telling ppl my feeling but ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;forget it ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometime i oso dunnoE wad i thinking abt ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hao ruan worx ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;jux came in here n type some rubbish nia ...hahax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hMm ...jux wandering ... will that day happen one me ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;will the day come ...? can i wait till that dayx ...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ahhaax~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109199183960332385?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109199183960332385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109199183960332385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109199183960332385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109199183960332385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109158678930986707</id><published>2004-08-04T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:55:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.::Touching sTory::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was first day of the mid-year exams, therefore i finished school a little earlier, i called him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Hey, i finished school earlier today, would you come by and pick me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:Alright, give me 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:5 minutes? But my school is just beside your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:I need to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Alright, make it fast then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm in the afternoon, the sun is extremely hot, I stood under a shaded tree and fan myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it doesn't make much of a difference, it was better that I fanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes have passed, he's still not shown up, I was a lil' unhappy while looking at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes and he's still not here....couldn't be that he was met with an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes passed, he finally shown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Why are you so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even a lil' bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: Nahz, was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:What?! TV?! Why don't you sleep, bathe and eat before you come down then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got anything else to say for that, didn't take the helmet he handed me but stood there and stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time he said sorry to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an egoistical person all along and has never once apologised to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, Alright, took the helmet and let him sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always acting like this, no explanations, no friction, no quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he does is to apologise. To me, somethings can't be settled with a sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never go on asking after everytime he apologises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, that was the first time he said sorry to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it take courage to admit mistakes, he never once correct his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying sorry became a word to shut me up instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed down my cheek on the 59th time he apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my head&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;: you don't ever need to say sorry to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you can never change, then don't let me keep giving you chances again and again hoping and believing that you would change each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held me lightly, and said the 60th sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, he did not change, and there was no explanation whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to worry if there was something he was keeping from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:What's wrong with you these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Then why are you acting so strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:What can you say other than this answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Do you know I'm very woried, very insecure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do you treat me as your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:I don't want to hear you say sorry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the phone and he did not call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even care about me. Maybe we should....break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....this was the 99th time he said sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, I never once called me or went to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get an anonymous phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime I said hello, it was dead, i think it's a call from him, but why don't he speak up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one month have passed, I couldn't contain the feelings I still have for him anymore and went to his school to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside his classroom and looked around, but there was no sign of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:excuse me, is XOXO here today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;:I'm afraid he already stopped schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Huh? Why? When was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;:He hasn't been in school for a month already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Oh erms...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month....not in school for one month...why is that so? I stumbled home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called his hp: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry the caller is currently unavailable, please leave your message after the tone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the phone, and called his house next, but there was no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be? The whole family migrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though he has already disappeared from the face on the earth leaving not even a single trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find him....just as I was feeling distraughted, the phone suddenly sounded, it was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of his brothers and also my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:Hey, what have you been doing? XOXO is in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:REALLY? WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:Oh he is in ZZ hospital, the one you stayed in last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:I'll be right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the fastest speed my legs could carry and when I reached the hospital I saw that his parents were already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them for the room number and flew across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was lying on bed, looking at me, not saying a word, not moving a muscle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Hey, what happened to you? Why didn't you contact me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not answer, and used the same stare on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Come on answer me...why don't you speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear flowed down the side of his eye, and it looked as though he used the greatest amount of strength that he could master to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:I'm...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, his eyes went shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Hey, don't fool around alright...why say sorry to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Don't say sorry to me....please wake up....answer me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept and fell down on the side of his bed, pulling his shirt I cried out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:Why do you have to apologise? Why don't you give me an explanation instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I won't forgive you, wake up, saying sorry is no use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:If you don't wake up I'll never ever forgive you in this lifetime, please I beg of you..open your eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the 100th sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of medical staff, doctors, nurses pulled me away and tried to revive him. I had no strength to stand up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was a blank.... my eyes could only see a sea of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not leave this world...I merely lost the chance to touch him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he would appear in my dreams sometimes, telling me how he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still accompaning me, still alive, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would still laugh at my silliness, and call me his darling....just that...he never apologise to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, his mom came to look for me, and gave me a box...inside was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 100 photographs, everyone had a story behind them..the reasons why he made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The first time, my dear, I did not purposely arrive late to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this excuse is really lame, but I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I stepped out of the house, I felt a pain in my chest, but I still made it a point to meet you, please forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, my dear, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time, my dear, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100th time, my dear, I didn't mean to leave you alone in this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be so because God did not give me the chance to say I Love You for this lifetime of mine, and to put the ring on your finger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the first girl I apologised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the first girl I want to be with for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not able to bring you happiness but I have thus become your angel, always looking out for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you while you find your happiness...promise me...don't shed a tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you weep like this for me, I Love You ~XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not cry? What you said was just too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last photograph was of him in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was skinny, the smile on his face was bright as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was white and yet he tried his best to give his last smile on the last photo, the 100th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time when he needed me the most, I wasn't with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the photo tightly and cried for us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This story i was taken frm my email add ... which one of my fren send me one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i believe guess everything comes with a reason...but what's the point of driving it out of someone if it's something you don't want to hear in the first place? "I want the truth" ---so easy to say but so difficult to accept.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every people have different starting n ending ... if u meet the one u love must go n "zhen qu" ~ life short~ tReasure wad u have now ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;^_- *wiNk* *jaI y0u*-_^&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/7732867-109158678930986707?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109158678930986707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109158678930986707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109158678930986707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109158678930986707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109134228889082328</id><published>2004-07-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:46:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hMm ...haix ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.:: HaIxXx ::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today wad a boring day for me ... after writting this journal gotta off comp n let my sis fren do the project sianx .... nth to do sia ... hMm ...i forgot ish fri or sat .... my sec sch fren call me ... n ask me whether want to go to my friend bday party ... so i ask her whn or wat the time ... they say tml .... but dunno the time n venue at where ... some more last min thn tell me .. i haven buy any present all that .. so i decided not to go n give them some stupid reason ...hmm ... the following nxt day nite my fren in msn come n ask me y u nv go .. i tell her the stupid reason thn she reply me u wan to go there thn u dun wan to go to ur friend bday party ..ur friend wan u oso dun wan ... hahax ... thn at tat time i have nth to say ... i jux keep quiet ... i think dun need to explain so much bax ... at that time ... i think of my past sia ... feel sad n lonely ... i really wish to forget n forgive them but some how i can't ... maybe whenever i forgive n forget abt it they will hurt u more deeply bax ... hahax all i can say ish i scare bax ... i hate being like tat.. i really sick n tired of this ... whn ever they ask me out ... i admit i keep on rejecting them ... maybe i should give them another chance or wad ...? i oso dunno ... really dunno ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109134228889082328?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109134228889082328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109134228889082328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109134228889082328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109134228889082328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmm-haix.html' title='hMm ...haix ..'/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</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-7732867.post-109094253078142821</id><published>2004-07-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T02:51:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky daYx ~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.::uN^LuCky Dayx::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;haix ... wad a unlucky day for me sia .... today ish my mum bday ... cos i nv prepare anything for her so i going to make "hong ji dan" for her hahax .... thn whn i reach home i going to make her the "hong ji dan " thn dunno y i step ona bird shit bax ... cos my window nv clos thn i think must have the bird fly inside of my hse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thn frm the min i step it ... i suay till nite sia .... at first i boil the egg ... i forgot to close the water thn horx ... thn water almost dried up sia .... heng i last min found out if not ... sure die ... after tat ... i was going to make the egg into red in color ... thn do do do ... do until my whole uniform kena it ... wah heng i got buy extra uniform if notnxt day sure die de hahax ... lolx ... after that ... i dunno y i go n knock on something thn my whole hand blue black n swollen hahax .... suay ... at nite ... my mum help me rub ... cos really too pain le ... thn i move here n there hahax .... er ...... thn my head accidently knock on the cupboard .... wah paing ~~ pian sia ..... my fore head there got a small little bunx ....&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7732867-109094253078142821?l=cherishmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/109094253078142821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7732867&amp;postID=109094253078142821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109094253078142821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7732867/posts/default/109094253078142821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherishmoment.blogspot.com/2004/07/unlucky-dayx.html' title='unlucky daYx ~!!!'/><author><name>MS2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966433157574224765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
