<?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-2674330175194010210</id><updated>2011-10-14T17:56:04.440+08:00</updated><category term=':D'/><category term='E L E N A gay'/><category term='Promise are meant to be broken.'/><title type='text'>Be my superman, ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Two hearts beating at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-6307522755352639304</id><published>2010-09-09T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:38:16.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me. who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. a boy who will sing to me at random moments. who lets me sleep on his chest. i want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me. bring me soup or orange juice when i’m sick. i want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times. i want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. a boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times i tell him its okay, he’d still do it. a boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything i say. a boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when i acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times. who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game. who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. a boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gum. who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. a boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume. i want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pajamas with me. a boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me. a boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. who will kiss me in the pouring rain. i want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other. i want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends. someone who would never be afraid to say i love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. i want a boy who will take me to target to just make fun of some of the stuff there. someone who will kiss me at midnight on new years and who will make funny faces at me when i’m on the phone. i want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family. i want a boy who will stay home with me on a friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket. someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after i’ve got him soaked. i want a boy who looks me the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh. a boy who could make me laugh like no one else can. i want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when i’m sick, and would play with my hair. but mostly i want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;-One in a million.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-6307522755352639304?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/6307522755352639304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-boy-who-will-move-hair-away-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/6307522755352639304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/6307522755352639304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-boy-who-will-move-hair-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-1154845638913268297</id><published>2010-09-02T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:51:17.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-12th post-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, today was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamiyah home, i swear im hyper. But it didnt last. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hyperness is like fr awhile niahs, pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ltr i moody again, i almost cried jus now. Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone oso calling my superman, superman. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad sia, wan snatch him alrdy. Now even the way i call him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walaoey, srsly. I damn dulan ttm la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall get over superman or maybe jubo now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna call him santa clauz. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-1154845638913268297?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/1154845638913268297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/12th-post-hello-today-was-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/1154845638913268297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/1154845638913268297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/12th-post-hello-today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-6633482208410507662</id><published>2010-09-01T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:48:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-11th post-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a great talk with Gladys, i told her everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow like she manipulated me&amp;amp; make me tell her everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel much more better now, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmrw there's sch, gg to Jamiyah's home aft sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope it will be fun. I hope i talk to {S}uperman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he would answer back, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you, yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not attached, im jus waiting fr you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i do get tired somethings okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Continued}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thot aunt wanna use, but end up she went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So im continu-ing using the Lappy. Hehe ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope Haziq was right, i hope your status isnt fr me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you wont get the wrong idea, i havent give up on you yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope its fr other ppl, i hope i can be with you. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA, like desperate sia! GHEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So gay-ish. Eww, elena. EWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaa, okay changed topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ey, srsly. I changed alot, (to better fyi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I study now, AT LEAST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I QUITTED SMOKE LIKE WOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont have another police record,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I go home much more earlier then befre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehee, seeseeseee, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im proud okay, though you think i havent change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pfft, up to you laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wan offline liao, maybe. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye asshole(s).&lt;br /&gt;{/continued}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-6633482208410507662?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/6633482208410507662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/11th-post-had-great-talk-with-gladys-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/6633482208410507662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/6633482208410507662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/09/11th-post-had-great-talk-with-gladys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-7473005320206025285</id><published>2010-08-29T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:38:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/THnPoO6yq1I/AAAAAAAABzU/xYH1G-Xe_FI/s1600/tumblr_l6t2flkrzA1qcfx0ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510663909170916178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/THnPoO6yq1I/AAAAAAAABzU/xYH1G-Xe_FI/s400/tumblr_l6t2flkrzA1qcfx0ho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love me for a reason, let the reason be love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i effing pissed off with this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Wan copy2 everything frm me, cb.  Lepak with My sister, (Uncle Elvis) Gladys, Nicholas (Auntie Nicole), &amp;amp; Fredrick is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, we joke around all. I finally feel happy in tht way.&lt;br /&gt;Although superman's gone, im happy fr him lor.&lt;br /&gt;He attached(?), crush on someone. Good fr him,&lt;br /&gt;We are total stranger aft what happen on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Im not worth fr any guys, nor any guy is worth fr me.&lt;br /&gt;Im nothing but a piece of shit, my attitude sucks hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Booyah, bye.&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-7473005320206025285?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/7473005320206025285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-me-for-reason-let-reason-be-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/7473005320206025285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/7473005320206025285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-me-for-reason-let-reason-be-love.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/THnPoO6yq1I/AAAAAAAABzU/xYH1G-Xe_FI/s72-c/tumblr_l6t2flkrzA1qcfx0ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-4293792573379434152</id><published>2010-08-28T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:23:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-9th post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Breaking up is like the worst nightmare after having a good dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sorry i dont wan to waste my time with the i dont love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I only love superman, yeap he. I dont wan to be with other people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;He may treat me badly, so its what i deserved what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I hurt him once, so its my turnn ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I do get tired of waiting sometimes, but it like i see his smile on his face. It worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I do say i hate you sometimes, my heart i always say i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I do shout&amp;amp; get angry at you, but it jus a moment not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I cant move on, i cant. I miss you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Imissyou but you're loving her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Haish, why boy? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;You say you're me a few weeks but her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fml-ttm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-4293792573379434152?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/4293792573379434152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/9th-post-breaking-up-is-like-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/4293792573379434152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/4293792573379434152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/9th-post-breaking-up-is-like-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-5900309959680147484</id><published>2010-08-24T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:10:45.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise are meant to be broken.'/><title type='text'>The perfect two, ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the apple to my pie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my straw to my berry, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addicted to this song, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello love(s), i dont update this much le. Hardly get to use com,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe only it lesson which is on tuesday. O: But next week last lesson le. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pfft, no com = boring life. Sianzxc ttm can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one i wan to marry&lt;/em&gt;, haha. This song is cuteee. Muaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im bored, ipw sucks ttm, ): I dont likeeeey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, these few days are like the same. Sch&gt;Home&gt;Lepak&gt;Home&gt;Sleep. =='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slack with Qx, Nicholas&amp;amp; emil mostly. With my sister&amp;amp; gladys la ofcos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got back test result, i failed science&amp;amp; maths. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today Mr Lim(Maths Teacher) talked to me ask me to go to the library frm 2 to 4. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm, aft tht thn can lepak at canteen.. Or go home, up to me laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pfft, life changing. Im becoming more guai, ^^v JOKE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I quit doing project, today 2 weeks redy. Pro aiytes, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is twentyfourth too, &amp;amp; there seems to be many fourteen around. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question fourteeen, my favourite. I talked to Jubo much today, he drew on my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum ask, idk what to say sia. Anw, i watched stepup 3 todaaaay! IT'S AWESOME OKAY!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 stars aiytes, i like their dance. I wan learn, the robot dance is effing nice la i swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bboys or whatever you call tht is effing coool, uhh. Even the children in the movie damn till damn nice.. Shame on me, so old still dk how to dance. HAAA. I wan learn headstand. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heheee, the story quite romantic. Got a few kissing scene, aww. Sweet much? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aft tht, went home with Faras, lepak do abit history hmwk. &amp;amp; homed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bathe&amp;amp; till now. Com all the way, &amp;amp; im supposed to do ipw not playing but who cares. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OHYAA! I BAKED SHEPERD(sp?) PIE TODAY&amp;amp; IT DELICIOUS. :D Hehe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jubo helped some, he come with surprised attack. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make me &amp;amp; faras shock, anw. I hate cooking, &amp;amp; my he teacher. So fierce lor, nvr do anything oso scold, knn __&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your mum nvr teach you manners uh, respect uh la. CB!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daaaah, done here. Bye love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you, when you're low or high. But it seems you have other girls to be with you well, so no point alrdy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-5900309959680147484?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/5900309959680147484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5900309959680147484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5900309959680147484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-two.html' title='The perfect two, ♥'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-2281838564259612517</id><published>2010-08-15T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:45:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will prove everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't.. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, gimme time to change. I promised i really will change. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-2281838564259612517?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/2281838564259612517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-will-prove-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/2281838564259612517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/2281838564259612517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-will-prove-everything.html' title='Time will prove everything.'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-4056241325841012103</id><published>2010-08-15T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:44:06.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E L E N A gay'/><title type='text'>Love the way you lie,</title><content type='html'>Hello Wello, (:&lt;br /&gt;Long time since i update, act not long laa, sch day always the sameee.&lt;br /&gt;11- 13th August historyy.&lt;br /&gt;Wakeup bathe, perpare. Outzxc, bused to sch.&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever shit in sch, ended. Stayback till shiok.&lt;br /&gt;Homed, wash clothes, hang it, (maybe go down lepak) then teevee. Txt2 then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, so sick of the routine.&lt;br /&gt;But ytd was fun, outzxc with my sister, Gladys(cousin), Emil&amp;amp;Nichloas&amp;amp; Seniorrr.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, it fun sadded not of my friends can come, im like the youngest. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, wokeup. Change bedsheet, do whatever shit la!&lt;br /&gt;Outzxc, bus-ed to inter. Otw saw sayangzxc, hahah. Chat with her awhile, then go.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopshop, met up with Emil&amp;amp;Nichloas with my sisterrr. p/s: they are my sister friends.&lt;br /&gt;Went to foodcourt, satdown. Eat la ofcos.&lt;br /&gt;Then they say they watching movie with 4 ppl frm Tpss. I ask who, they say some ppl tht idk.&lt;br /&gt;End up is one guy i knw, HAHA. He came, talked bout smt. Then they eat, ==&lt;br /&gt;Skip laaa, so watched salt. :D With 4 other guys, got Parrry.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe, nice but some part i freaking dont understand. Standard what, im stupid. :D&lt;br /&gt;Met out with the three guys, with Gladys &amp;amp; out to town. MRT, yipee.&lt;br /&gt;Im always high when it come to MRT. :D Hehe, im a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;Off to dk where, &amp;amp; walk frm there to Marina Bay sand plus many placeee.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, we stayed there bout 5 hrs. Then Senior went off home.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, slept awhile. Went mac at 4 plus, walked in the rain thanks to this stupid gay who sleeep. -'-&lt;br /&gt;Aft mac, went to hotel or smt. Then find MRT station, stopped at Eunos. Stupid human la.&lt;br /&gt;Then took bus 28&amp;amp; bused all the way home. I slept during the ride, :D Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;Homed bout 9plus, tired like shit. Go home, bathe&amp;amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Till 1 plus, wokeup check phone. SPAMMED BY IDIOTS! -'-&lt;br /&gt;Quickly bathe&amp;amp; out, tmart. Studyyyyy, herman come. I sleep&amp;amp; cried -'-&lt;br /&gt;Then blaaaa, went home. Watch bedtime story awhile only,&lt;br /&gt;Emil came my hse with Gladys, study.&lt;br /&gt;Took smeone's number, off downstair lepak.&lt;br /&gt;Malay boys come, &amp;amp; go. Ask fr money, phone all. CB, free or what sia.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, went home at 9:15 cos faras need go, hmed bath again.&lt;br /&gt;Tv, went room txt&amp;amp; till now com. :D Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;Ohshit, gtg. Aunt scolding -'-&lt;br /&gt;Byeee loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-4056241325841012103?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/4056241325841012103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/4056241325841012103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/4056241325841012103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you lie,'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-1948717810994922874</id><published>2010-08-10T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:53:51.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 7 month now, &amp;amp; i swear im scared. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, humans are scaring me to death. ): Hate it-ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, today was great. I SMILED OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Whee, slacked with the 2-hongyi, Faras&amp;amp; Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a number of people going Lan frm tpss,&lt;br /&gt;Nigel, JoEe, JoYang, 2n1 peeps. Lan freako ==&lt;br /&gt;I still dont understand what so nice about Dotaaa, i like L4D2.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIE ARE COOL I SWEAR, i hope i would become one one day, (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i studied today. Im proud of myself, fr the dk how many time. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;But still in the end, i went chatting, drawing ofcos. Standard, so hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;Elena, Jiayous ba. Heheeeeeeee, ohyeah. I played msn games early in the morning. HEHE..&lt;br /&gt;With Nadiraaaaaaah&amp;amp; Howhongyi but it ended up lagging. ): Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, im speechless now.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna post but dk what to post. :/ Okay, talk bout Z guy, (:&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, i used hongyi's phone to txt Z, &amp;amp; he said he at climbasia. (some rock-climbing place luh)&lt;br /&gt;Then i scold him, go tak ajak sia, he replied i go take taxi go find him.&lt;br /&gt;Then i say i no money, blahblah but act is i lazy. &amp;amp; it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;He took it srs, called me&amp;amp; said, you take cab, my friends&amp;amp; i will pay. :) How sweeeeet, ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;First time i heard his voice, O: It's deeep i swear.&lt;br /&gt;Ohyah, maybe tonning with sayangzxc tonight. Hope so, i could get out of this hse soon but no allowance. ): Hahaa, nvm. Malay fasting cant eat as damn bored w.o them during recess, Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, one month will pass soon aiytes. Yipeeee! I cant wait till fasting is over.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday can do project with friends&amp;amp; love, (: (Not the project fyi.)&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, end here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I loveeee &lt;strong&gt;Joe Brooooooks&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wan someone who can see through my smile&amp;amp; knw tht im actually crying worst than a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-1948717810994922874?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/1948717810994922874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-7-month-now-i-swear-im-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/1948717810994922874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/1948717810994922874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-7-month-now-i-swear-im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-5490688900883928007</id><published>2010-08-10T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:36:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round&amp; Round, :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;on those drives&lt;br /&gt;We had a million questions&lt;br /&gt;all about our lives&lt;br /&gt;and when we got to New York&lt;br /&gt;everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and it used to feel like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me about when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember the car you were last seen in&lt;br /&gt;and the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spilled our coffees&lt;br /&gt;and stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you SAT AND told me about your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;and how not to look back even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt so bad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;not having you here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbFlHd1GP1w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbFlHd1GP1w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;Haha, im addicted to this song again. Old song but srsly, damn alot of memories in it.&lt;br /&gt;I rmbed when i first knw this song, we were otp-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on singing, haha. Then once when we meet, you played this song on gituar. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Its was nice, very nice. I miss those times, haish.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa, missing those times only laa. Nothing more. (:&lt;br /&gt;Elena is a happy&amp;amp; crazy. Elena is gay, (:&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im going down to lepaaak with Hardi all. Malay boys who are fasting&amp;amp; going to my hse there&amp;amp; praaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;No need rott@ home alrdy.. Uncle's back to Hongkong,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my family isnt going well, ):&lt;br /&gt;Dad got accident, Aunt sick, sister sick. Mum sick, me sick. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haish, get well soon everyone. ):&lt;br /&gt;Off here, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-5490688900883928007?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/5490688900883928007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/round-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5490688900883928007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5490688900883928007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/round-round.html' title='Round&amp; Round, :)'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-5015750243193780514</id><published>2010-08-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:06:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remembered how our lovestory started,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its started on the facebook application, social interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its was about you whether what logo suit you or smt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then on tht particular post, we became friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You added me on msn, started chatting. &amp;amp; i started call you ass boy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-5015750243193780514?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/5015750243193780514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-still-remembered-how-our-lovestory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5015750243193780514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/5015750243193780514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-still-remembered-how-our-lovestory.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-3773717143236893352</id><published>2010-08-09T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:31:53.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BryanBryanBryan, \m/</title><content type='html'>Happy National Day! (:&lt;br /&gt;Since a long time with sayangzxc, so today we finally metup,&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, went to Giant, IKEA&amp;amp; courts with her.&lt;br /&gt;Ltr on, metup with mum, sis, Emil&amp;amp; cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Seperate ways with mum&amp;amp; cousin, took MRT to dk where.&lt;br /&gt;Then blahblahblah, went to Singapore river there. (p/s: i forgot the name)&lt;br /&gt;Satdown, started waving to boats as in the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;Some are friendly&amp;amp; wave back. I swear im hyper.&lt;br /&gt;Went metup with Mum all, went to a carpark&amp;amp; watched fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Sang some national songs too, &amp;amp; guess what. My mum dont even knw the pledge ==&lt;br /&gt;Aft everything ended, went seperate ways again with cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a busstop, &amp;amp; bus-ed hme w.o sayangzxc, ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; blahblah happen. The end, (:&lt;br /&gt;This is how national day supposed to be like, -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nvm,&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I made a new friend, nameeeeeeeed BRYAN, (:&lt;br /&gt;He's awesome, fun to txt with. Haaa, more to add.&lt;br /&gt;He is buying me a iphone, haha. JOKE~ Maybe real, up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he smokes tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wheee.&lt;br /&gt;3 years somemore, stupid guyz.&lt;br /&gt;He is hot, &amp;amp; single, &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;Want take him, quick. HAHAHAA! Okay laa, end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-3773717143236893352?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/3773717143236893352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/bryanbryanbryan-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/3773717143236893352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/3773717143236893352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/08/bryanbryanbryan-m.html' title='BryanBryanBryan, \m/'/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674330175194010210.post-2823128541589800885</id><published>2010-08-01T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:39:27.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background and that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often causes the girl to be very upset. With that and the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endures it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, and with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So before he leaves, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails and phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. And not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions and millions of reply, and countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learnt sign language and started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came and told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674330175194010210-2823128541589800885?l=bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/feeds/2823128541589800885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-never-thought-of-you-will-say-tht-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/2823128541589800885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674330175194010210/posts/default/2823128541589800885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bemysupe-rman.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-never-thought-of-you-will-say-tht-to.html' title=''/><author><name>abcde_lena &amp;lt;:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KUqF84e2X3Y/TKxKv2o2nFI/AAAAAAAABz4/j1nUNjjweXU/S220/PIC_0312.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
