<?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-2123550101868752793</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:41:32.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ KeiKei ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Who do you turn to when the only person
in the world that can stop you from crying,
is exactly the one making you cry?

α е ї о ũ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-4929030150298661212</id><published>2009-10-23T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:27:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Updates</title><content type='html'>October not really a good month for me. FML from movies - clubs - shopping - talking cock - new sem just started. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;I dont even remember when the last time I hold his hand or grab his ass. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;So emo. Fuck him for being not so nice to me ....&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of cash. I'm broke. Yet I don't really remember where I spend my RM400 in a week. Trying so hard to recall and... *idontknow*&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is soo near and its one of my next event. Thinking what to put-on. I can just buy a long-straight black silky wig and put it on and pretend somekind of another ma-grudge.&lt;br /&gt;Eeee *blush* I saw this pair of black wing wanted to buy so much thinking twice im afraid when i start dancing on the dance floor everyone will be fucking me off cuz of the wings that takes up alot of room lol. Or it might end up my wing without feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you qi for the food and bragging about your new phone that you're the 1st MALAYSIAN who owned it. Best gift ever from you. LOL I &lt;3 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PM I'm still an Iphone Fan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-4929030150298661212?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/4929030150298661212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/10/monthly-updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4929030150298661212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4929030150298661212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/10/monthly-updates.html' title='Monthly Updates'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-454947160029181991</id><published>2009-09-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:04:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug-temberingz!</title><content type='html'>I've read some of my friends blog and i don't even remember i didn't updates mine like 2 months. There's been exams and a lot more actually happened but i just wanna focus on the... I'm being counted as a "flawless friend" to him and hell yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Exams for me can be tough but with the help of my friends its much a lot easier to me cause i don't have to focus on the subjects i dislike (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study.. I club I movie I chill till the day of the exam. I wouldn't regret if i fail 1 of my subject .. sigh.. Someone told me chicken brand work!  Don't bother spending the money i still have it in my kitchen get from me! I'm still waiting to claim my money back from him. :(&lt;br /&gt;Flawless friend? How do you people really define it? Stereotypical? taking advantages?&lt;br /&gt;You see I don't really get what he's trying to express saying that i don't think before i speak. If he's trying to express in the way I take advantages of him without giving back any beneficial to him. Its so easy to conclude he's the guy who only help for the sake of getting something and I don't see he is any better than me! &lt;br /&gt;The only scenario I remember was asking him to have lunch with me. few times i asked.. he's the one who didn't really get back to me and he asked me don't even bother to. I think this makes him mad about it cause he thought that i totally forget about it.I don't! The time he gave me is just not right for me so i thought of postponing it. But this is not the reason he conclude me as a flawless friend. Honestly I did ask him for some info about the studies if he get pissed off just because i don't attend the class and i have to ask him about the studies I don't judge him but I'll think that he's a bit too skimpy. Sorry about that but i don't see asking info. from him really takes his life.&lt;br /&gt;Been days I don't feel right about it thought that i've done something really bad to him and he don't even bother talking to me.&lt;br /&gt; But who the hell cares right now? after the trips (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm me! Just me! Is just that we both doesnt get along doesnt mean i wont get along with others. I don't see anyone pointing me out as an flawless friend but a silly and hysterically funny friend to them. I got lots great friends and yeah not forgetting the Ass-es out there. We can't just ask and begging for good friends to come into our lifes but yet the Assholes. This will eventually make our lifes more exciting with higher UPs and DowNs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 reminds me of the movie Ups the old man looks damn cute with a SQUARISH face like my boyfriend! LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-454947160029181991?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/454947160029181991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/09/aug-temberingz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/454947160029181991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/454947160029181991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/09/aug-temberingz.html' title='Aug-temberingz!'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-3454727005456957652</id><published>2009-07-31T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:02:47.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month update!</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back from club to classes and stay home nothing particular, but there's one thing i'll do it regularly every tuesday &lt;3 lunch with one of my friend qi! :) Been busy but not to busy on assignment thanks to 1 of my mate. He helps alot! waay lot that you'll never conceive of. i'll just update what i can remember. &lt;br /&gt;25th July my bitch! he came down :) sweet abit suck halfway but still wokay la~ i forgive him. im nice.* ur hair still suck cut shorter puhlizz for god sake!* never hit my lap again or i'll just bite your dick off i swear on your dick! :D and yeah! we went movie and he said it suck oh well no movie next time :) &lt;br /&gt;28th i ditch my cousin and went out with my 2 long lost classmates :) &lt;3 you guys still suck! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went maison and poppy and maison again. crap! i know dont ask but somehow something nice did happen. there's this guy i saw, once i climb up on the woofer to dance he came up to me. anyway those who call aaron and went to maison that day dont hestitate to pm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night (: i love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-6091343019845756645</id><published>2009-07-11T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:52:05.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9E-qb8nV3E/SliYwQOTbVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WH89St1xowE/s1600-h/3D-graphics_Love__heart_004704_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9E-qb8nV3E/SliYwQOTbVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WH89St1xowE/s320/3D-graphics_Love__heart_004704_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357199711513308498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me more loving then I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;make it all better when I'm feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;tell me that I'm special even when i know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;make me feel good when i hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;barely getting mad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i found you.&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you.&lt;br /&gt;you make it easy,&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing two do three words for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me more loving from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;piece me back together when i fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;tell me things you never even tell your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-6091343019845756645?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' 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pad'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-5472573346299275259</id><published>2009-05-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:26:07.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Staying home from morning till late night rather than going out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm sooooo lazy and tired when U started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-5472573346299275259?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/5472573346299275259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/5472573346299275259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/5472573346299275259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-4611404377200226595</id><published>2009-05-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:28:33.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This cousin of mine fall for me or should I say he's in love with me. How do I reject him as in a better way we can still be close together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can't tell him I'm not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-4611404377200226595?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/4611404377200226595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4611404377200226595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4611404377200226595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-can-i-say.html' title='Awkward!'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-4046851141634116808</id><published>2009-05-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:37:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the one.</title><content type='html'>Once in our life we'll find someone that make it all so real.&lt;br /&gt;It comes to us will know cause its something you never thought you'd feel.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say to myself is this what i'm looking for?&lt;br /&gt;and only time will tell and to really know if it's what we want it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you've got a way of doin' things that makes me feel that i'm someone.&lt;br /&gt;So dont change the way that you are.&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover something and something that I cant hate you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when its difficult  and I like it when it's hard. You know it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-4046851141634116808?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/4046851141634116808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4046851141634116808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4046851141634116808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-one.html' title='He&apos;s the one.'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-4575966425832651830</id><published>2009-04-27T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:08:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's east and I'm west</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we start to thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We feel there's only lies and fears within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's only hate and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hate the way that our life turned out to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That we had to learned the hard way to shut our mouth and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thou we were stuck in the same old nightmare that we're falling and screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If these walls behind me could talk to; I would have so much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the scars are gonna heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-4575966425832651830?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/4575966425832651830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-east-and-im-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4575966425832651830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4575966425832651830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-east-and-im-west.html' title='He&apos;s east and I&apos;m west'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-348538197248571838</id><published>2009-04-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:48:06.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice guys are often LOSERS.</title><content type='html'>I read it from an article it's very quite interesting that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;We hear it all the time: "He was such a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; guy, and she's such a heartless &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; for dumping him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women find "Nice Guys" to be&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; too clingy&lt;/span&gt;, self-abasing, and insecure-They cling to her, and want to be "one" with her for fear that if she is out of sight, she may disappear or become attracted to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Guys are always asking &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HER to make the decisions&lt;/span&gt;. They think it's being equitable, but it puts an unfair burden of responsibility on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Guys &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;rarely speak up&lt;/span&gt; when something bothers them, and rarely state clearly what it is they want, need and expect. Instead of comprimising and negotiating, they repeatedly "give in". When she doesn't appreciate their sacrifice, they will complain that, "Everything I did, I did for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than loving the woman in his life, a Nice Guy &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;NEEDS her&lt;/span&gt;. "She is my Life, my only source of happiness..." YECH! What kind of a burden is that to place on her? That she has to be responsible for YOUR happiness? Get a grip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well this is it. I went through and it is quite true for me personally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-348538197248571838?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/348538197248571838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-guys-are-often-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/348538197248571838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/348538197248571838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-guys-are-often-losers.html' title='Nice guys are often LOSERS.'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-5704739840760846026</id><published>2009-04-12T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:25:16.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiotic :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot. He he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;idiotic test&lt;/span&gt; to see whether you're smart enough or hell idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theidiottest.html&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/2123550101868752793-5704739840760846026?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/5704739840760846026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/5704739840760846026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/5704739840760846026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiotic.html' title='The Idiotic :)'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-8971015518041788835</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:52:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic</title><content type='html'>I definitely wont agree that none of us are not materialistic. From my own judgment I still think that it depends on how materialistic the person is and to put the person at remorse or whatever it is. &lt;br /&gt;But somehow; there this person i knew quite long and i thought that I'd knew * so well. However what I've expected all went wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I'm heartless or vicious. * is even worst than those bitches who shows deception over someone out there.&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantages of me is like his privilege and he's so fucking hypocrite(that pussy). I'm not holding a grudge over * because of the past nor now. It's just that the way * does the thing doesn't right to me and makes me feel that * so fucking irritating that i feel like stepping upfront and dressing-down *&lt;br /&gt;a hopeless&lt;br /&gt;junk&lt;br /&gt;worthless and whatever that suits *. (garbage, piece of shit, useless) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that * will just stop contacting me. Thou I need friends but I wont choose a hopeless shit over my own precious shit or my dog's shit.&lt;br /&gt;Such snake oil i rather dump it than placing it on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fuckers who hypocrite. Get a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-8971015518041788835?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/8971015518041788835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/materialistic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8971015518041788835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8971015518041788835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/materialistic.html' title='Materialistic'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-344596366333850363</id><published>2009-04-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:40:34.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overreacted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;These feeling just come by and emerge me. It's not suppose to be like that but it ends up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It could had been better if I've just get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How did he do the charm he does every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he just makes me can't get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I just couldn't mad at him for ages thou i want it to be; keeps on smiling in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He's someone that I couldn't ask for more or should i say he's not perfect nor special but the imperfection of his made me think that he is unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Being naive once more but never would i wanna wake up and i hope it doesn't have to. I'm hoping just hoping we can go furthermore than what i pictured.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I just wish you're here right now and right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-344596366333850363?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/344596366333850363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/344596366333850363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/04/overreacted.html' title='Overreacted'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-4178972551872686584</id><published>2009-03-29T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:04:50.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day yee! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday Yee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucky me! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thou I bought and choose it on exact that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;well at least, I bought what she want the most indeed and she actually telling me that she is going to buy the gift i gave her soon  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy me! At least i don't feel guilty when i bought-gave her the last-minute gift. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There's this wild drinking sort of at her b'day party. Having such silly boyfriend it is like that. Pity my friend the b'day girl and ME obviously. It's like killing me when i got the dice no6 and i have to drink the shit liquor in 1 whopping glass. It's like few diff kind of liquor with soft drinks and fruit juice and cream and coco jelly and too SALIVA oh god! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But end up i really have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; her boyfriend and mines definitely. If he's not drinking i will actually kick his head off his body. Both of them finishes the golden shit liquor.LOL.  &gt;.&lt; *Applause*. Eee..Yeah! *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Room that i was going to sleep had been polluted so ew! Had a sleepless night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-4178972551872686584?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/4178972551872686584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-bday-yee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4178972551872686584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/4178972551872686584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-bday-yee.html' title='Happy B&apos;day yee! (:'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-8728959579660024833</id><published>2009-03-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:37:22.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not so good in the midpoint of everything but it ends well thou :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Few feelings I'm going thru last 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Delighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Key-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Frightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (his dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anxiety (and his dad =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" s="" his="" dad=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else more emo should i had =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. there's this club they called it a club there, but trust me it's not! It looks more than a lounge in KL.Look so damn miniature than a normal club should be &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;No stage&lt;br /&gt;DJ sucks = Songs sucks&lt;br /&gt;SHUT at 2am =..=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There is this guy look so sucky at the club, he look exactly the dragonball movie that i watched when the goku turn into the gorilla so ew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" s="" his="" dad=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I start feeling sad, when I miss you. I just have to start looking inside my heart because that's where I can only  find you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p s="" his="" dad=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p s="" his="" dad=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-8728959579660024833?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/8728959579660024833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8728959579660024833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8728959579660024833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-bday.html' title='Happy B&apos;day :)'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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-2123550101868752793.post-8908185923477420055</id><published>2009-03-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:02:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Courier;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every new day is another chance to change our life. So why not:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get to know someone random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell someone how much they mean to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell the asshole what you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let someone know what they're missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires us to be tough. Its not easy as I always tell myself so.. Not to look back on past and wonder what they would have or could have had. No one stays forever. Is just me to look toward on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Asking ourselves every time"Can I leave it all behind?" Sound weird! Cause we cant go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when we wish that we can go back to how things used to be but it just can't because things have changed so much. And if there chance that I could go back in time and mend all the mistakes I made, I wouldn't                            because it has made me who I am and with today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;I believe; It isn't the problem that put off along the way that make us. 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0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-8908185923477420055?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/8908185923477420055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/mistake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8908185923477420055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/8908185923477420055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123550101868752793.post-7755168892466923097</id><published>2009-03-09T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:44:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing everthing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness. There was much rejoicing. And then&lt;br /&gt;SHUT!&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Completely cut off.&lt;br /&gt;Disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling left in my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;I may spend my entire life trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should have fought harder. With it. Tried to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; But I only want to hear one thing. Not sure what it is. But I    will know. If I ever get the chance. I will stretch out my fingers, grasp it    tightly, and never let it go! But till then; I will be here. With my open    hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 91, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123550101868752793-7755168892466923097?l=keikei1989.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/feeds/7755168892466923097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/7755168892466923097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123550101868752793/posts/default/7755168892466923097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keikei1989.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing.html' title='Losing everthing?'/><author><name>Keikei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368413827511419542</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>
