<?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-6074405414131525613</id><updated>2012-02-29T01:43:10.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeux-instruit</title><subtitle type='html'>deliberately honest. enjoy the show, babes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-961738261098895112</id><published>2012-02-29T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:43:10.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving</title><content type='html'>Im jealous, Im a green-eyed monster. Im jealous but I'm not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better be. I'm leaving now. So you don't have to think about leaving me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't mean to be together. I get that, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why fall in love at the first place?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-961738261098895112?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/961738261098895112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/961738261098895112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/961738261098895112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-4648273822923326240</id><published>2011-11-15T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:40:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all these years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally give up on you. You maybe don't notice that you are being awkward, awkwardly replying me. The way you react, the way you respond to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know where it went wrong. Or maybe its me who always asked to much? sik pernah satisfied.. or it is true that you never gave enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all good. I love you, and how I wish that you feel the same.. But I know you don't. Then whats the point of having this relationship. I know I won't find any guy who would fly miles just to see me. How I wish I could relate what you did and what you feel towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that trip, we are distance. You never greeted me like you used to. You stop telling me you want babies with me. We stop do stuff we normally did. It is breaking, I can feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant stop my tears from falling, Cant stop my heart from breaking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant stop looking back where things were good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I want you around, I dont want to hurt myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I love you sayang.. I know the other person loves you more &amp;amp; I know you love her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is left for me..? It hurts. It is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big messed in my head. I try not to miss you. I try not to think of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you were my routine, now I have to live without you in the morning or before I sleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Im just the other girl. and I know, there's nothing good come out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never blame you at the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how I wish you could see me cry. and wipe my tears away. It wont happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayang, we had good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4648273822923326240?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4648273822923326240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all-these-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4648273822923326240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4648273822923326240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all-these-years.html' title='After all these years.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7218562754424000472</id><published>2011-10-08T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:15:30.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know what to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love is all about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be easy just to love someone as they are. It is not true. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love you. but sometimes the way you treat me, the way you respond to me , i feel its just not right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you care. But you never did. You say words that break my heart. You never ever thought of the littlest thing come out of your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7218562754424000472?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7218562754424000472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7218562754424000472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7218562754424000472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='I dont know what to do.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9139859396794173267</id><published>2011-10-08T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:34:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the best for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I did, Everything I said, is because I want the best for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am not perfect, sometimes I strayed away with my own thoughts, and I can be selfish at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why you can spend hours on your game. But never can keep up conversation with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you care. But it is never enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is you to be happy, I want you to be successful. And of course I want the same for me. For both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. It is never easy having this relationship. But you not working it out, we never work it out. You never tried. And Im almost giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the best for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-9139859396794173267?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9139859396794173267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-best-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9139859396794173267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9139859396794173267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-best-for-you.html' title='I want the best for you'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2187889834711447898</id><published>2011-09-13T06:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:17:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang</title><content type='html'>We do things I never did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming back for me sayang. I cant never thank you enough for your sacrifices; your money, your time. I had good time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought we would reached this far; you come back here just for me, you sacrificed your time to spend time with me. Nothing I can do to repay this. Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2187889834711447898?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2187889834711447898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2187889834711447898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2187889834711447898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sayang.html' title='Sayang'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5067349027584649576</id><published>2011-07-11T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T09:15:49.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this really the end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if thats what you want. then, i'll stop caring"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5067349027584649576?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5067349027584649576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-this-really-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5067349027584649576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5067349027584649576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-this-really-end.html' title='is this really the end?'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7140765475028820132</id><published>2011-06-10T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:19:53.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That we never existed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about a week plus not talking, (what he did was just leave me an offline goodnight msg) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he still thinking of me.. but it is not the same now. I still feel for him but I couldnt give what I gave to him last time. I cannot do it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to be hurt 'cause I know it will be harder if I dont stop it now, If  I dont try now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why is it so easy for me to give in, I need strength now. Not that I want it to end this way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look, do I have a choice at the first place? Why would I give so much to someone who is sure he would'nt end up with me, who rejects me in his future, who back offs before we even try? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is too much to ask for the future, I realised that. But why dont give this time to me at least to have you, and try to give you what you want, what you need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point, it made me think that it is not me that afraid of losing. It is him, who feared that we cannot keep up, that we will break before it all happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I strongly feel that he never wanted me in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7140765475028820132?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7140765475028820132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-we-never-existed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7140765475028820132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7140765475028820132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-we-never-existed.html' title='That we never existed.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2877426458738872158</id><published>2011-05-31T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:30:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The relationship we built these two years are not real. but the feelings are real to me. it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2877426458738872158?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2877426458738872158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2877426458738872158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2877426458738872158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-is-real.html' title='Nothing is real'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6926340871364535622</id><published>2011-05-29T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:55:29.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The the before yesterday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I confronted him, deliberately telling him what I've been hiding from everyone. Not for you to know but for me to keep (and of course he knows about it now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said he's okay with it, and I was touched at the same time I'm glad that he did not back off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I've been hmm somewhat truly like him; the way he greeted me every morning, the way he wished me goodnight .. I'm getting used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That day, I felt more than grateful that he didnt back off, really. At that point nothing really matters anymore, I love him and I thought it's okay if we are going to another level. I didnt expect much tho, but hmm it's my heart I'm dealing with. Ah, well, I cant stop myself from expecting more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought things will get better, and of course it does till the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wished him good morning, he greeted me back. It felt good as usual. Yes, as i thought it will be okay, but no, it didnt go well. He started to talk about his mam. I know I'm not as good as her, I guess... He told me that he promised wont leave her. And he will get married by the age of 35 which is in two years time, and in his line, he did not even mentioned me. I am not in his future. I am not what he's thinking to start a family with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That conversation shattered me apart, I wished we had never started anything. Tell me how I'm supposed to feel when I know that I can only spend another 2 years with you when I was expecting we would see each other forever. Ive always want you by my side every night, In your arms and able to kiss you in the morning..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said I think too much, yes I did &amp;amp; I still do. For now Im just hoping for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taken aback, I cried.. and this song came up from nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YZZhs33MRKI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6926340871364535622?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6926340871364535622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6926340871364535622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6926340871364535622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YZZhs33MRKI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-415253985034162649</id><published>2011-03-28T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:32:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so many years, you finally decided that we have nothing to talk to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-415253985034162649?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/415253985034162649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-so-many-years-you-finally-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/415253985034162649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/415253985034162649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-so-many-years-you-finally-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6231482720973619905</id><published>2011-03-28T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:31:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost myself somewhere, long time ago. I have nothing to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6231482720973619905?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6231482720973619905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-lost-myself-somewhere-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6231482720973619905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6231482720973619905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-lost-myself-somewhere-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-901799011419273700</id><published>2010-05-05T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:55:08.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it breaks my heart to know that you'd still care for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-901799011419273700?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/901799011419273700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-breaks-my-heart-to-know-that-youd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/901799011419273700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/901799011419273700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-breaks-my-heart-to-know-that-youd.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5189453532373339197</id><published>2010-04-06T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:04:37.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not less, Not much but Always.</title><content type='html'>If I were there, I want to tell you straight to your face.&lt;br /&gt;How much you have hurt me with your negligence.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is written. I'm not yours and I will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refused what is written.  I still care for you.&lt;br /&gt;Not less, Not much. but Always.&lt;br /&gt;I want your time, I seek your attention.&lt;br /&gt;I adore your affection, I longed for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I said, I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you cared for me. But you never show it.&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me. But you never feel it.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. It truly does.&lt;br /&gt;Your words scratching those pains inside.&lt;br /&gt;Deep. Deeper than any thorns could have hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to fill your senses. I failed to be someone you needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5189453532373339197?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5189453532373339197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-less-not-much-but-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5189453532373339197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5189453532373339197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-less-not-much-but-always.html' title='Not less, Not much but Always.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2765642423138943173</id><published>2010-04-06T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:57:11.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word.</title><content type='html'>I can feel my blood rushing to my face. I can feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;I cant hold it, I cannot hold it back. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how hurt I was when you said the word.&lt;br /&gt;A word that I did not expect you to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was mad, and so do you. But the word is too harsh. It is disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I am sorry. I cannot go on like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2765642423138943173?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2765642423138943173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2765642423138943173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2765642423138943173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/word.html' title='A word.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-751612467729312087</id><published>2010-04-04T06:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:03:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fancy You.</title><content type='html'>You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of so many different things I see in life, you have caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You are my attention. You show me what a guy can do.&lt;br /&gt;To love the right way, and care how they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not hurt to know you have someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you are one of the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;With your age, you captured my sights,&lt;br /&gt;It is almost sound imposibble when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you, I just fancy you.&lt;br /&gt;It would be great if I can love someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;and to be loved the way you loved your significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-751612467729312087?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/751612467729312087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fancy-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/751612467729312087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/751612467729312087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fancy-you.html' title='I fancy You.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-97667282296029728</id><published>2010-03-29T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:32:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are things in life that you cared so much and they are hard to let go. And yet, there are things in life that cannot be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the world as it is, and you are still what you are no matter what. Enjoy your time while the time for your life is still ticking. I know it would never be enough, but yeah why burden yourself with thoughts of the future when you know fate is there waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sounded a bit cliche, but I do believe in fate and I just can't let it go. It breaks and it swallowed me. Strength is all i ever needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-97667282296029728?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/97667282296029728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-things-in-life-that-you-cared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/97667282296029728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/97667282296029728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-things-in-life-that-you-cared.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2137696693608928694</id><published>2010-03-28T05:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:21:18.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mr. O,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is weird that he did not get the text. Either way, I'm not sure whether it was a good decision or it just screwed up my life a little bit deeper. I was suprised to hear from him this morning but in a way I feel better  than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All these while I wasn't talking to him, I did feel devastated, deprived and honestly I do miss his presence. A simple Hi can change everything, a good conversation can make me my head go round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He shows his affection towards my beauty. He enjoys every part of it, and of course I do enjoy every second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know I shouldn't. And I know it is wrong but I can't help. Your affection is irresistable. Your touch is incomparable. I always miss the way you kissed me, and I always longed to taste it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The truth is awful. The truth will be never fair enough to treat me. I'm a fool of my own desire. I'm a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2137696693608928694?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2137696693608928694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2137696693608928694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2137696693608928694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-o.html' title='Mr. O'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8384442339901379471</id><published>2010-03-23T05:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:47:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be someone you can possibly be.</title><content type='html'>someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8384442339901379471?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8384442339901379471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-someone-you-can-possibly-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8384442339901379471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8384442339901379471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-someone-you-can-possibly-be.html' title='be someone you can possibly be.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5793510501262853670</id><published>2010-03-03T06:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:16:12.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fragile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Achtung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Im fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been ridiculously awful for me. Been eating carbs like hell, there's no more tomorrow to enjoy this food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Honestly, I'm broken and I dont know how to fix myself. Im torn apart and I dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I smiled and surprisingly found out myself crying the next second. Why life has not been good to me. I dont know what Im doing. I dont know what I am waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I can crash and burn at any time. I can fall and crushed in a minute or to be specific, it takes only a second for me turning the smiling face into a waterfall of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I dont understand why this is happening to me. I thought I was strong, I thought I'll be okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I said I am Okay and I will get through. but now, it is not getting anywhere, not even close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Im broken, inside out. Im feelling deprived and Im stuck in my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terrified. Im miserable and I dont believe it is me and why Im doing this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Lets pray that this will be over soon because I cannot cope with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5793510501262853670?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5793510501262853670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5793510501262853670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5793510501262853670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-fragile.html' title='I&apos;m Fragile.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8163524232290966196</id><published>2010-02-23T06:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:40:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i wake up tomorrow</title><content type='html'>i wish when i wake up tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can love me like i do.&lt;br /&gt;and you miss me like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope when i open up my eyes for another day tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful feeling stays.&lt;br /&gt;skip the tears, i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8163524232290966196?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8163524232290966196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-when-i-wake-up-tomorrow-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8163524232290966196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8163524232290966196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-when-i-wake-up-tomorrow-you-can.html' title='when i wake up tomorrow'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-690157682478485953</id><published>2010-02-22T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:54:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have no idea how much it hurts when it comes to loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-690157682478485953?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7717631328818683625</id><published>2010-02-18T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:06:36.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I refused to stop hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7717631328818683625?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7717631328818683625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-refused-to-stop-hoping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7717631328818683625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7717631328818683625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-refused-to-stop-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6286760984309933834</id><published>2010-02-17T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:53:25.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies.</title><content type='html'>time flies, i wanna change.&lt;br /&gt;but why do you have to come back if all you wanna do is to put hopes and hurt my feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6286760984309933834?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6286760984309933834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6286760984309933834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6286760984309933834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flies.html' title='time flies.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-327821811294621354</id><published>2010-02-14T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:05:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14022010</title><content type='html'>i can't help it. my fingers can't hold it. and my heart keeps on missing him. i failed. i finally texted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;me: Hope you are doing fine and enjoy your long weekend. Not sure whether it is right to say that i miss you now, but i do. Hope you doing well &amp;amp; happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;him: What do you mean? It is ok to say we miss someone, right? Honestly. I do miss you too. Happy Valentine's babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. sweet but i should not be hoping too much this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-327821811294621354?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/327821811294621354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/14022010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/327821811294621354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/327821811294621354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/14022010.html' title='14022010'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7910889642135673771</id><published>2010-02-14T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:21:25.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's another lonely valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;deep in my heart how i wish i could say to you how much you mean to me. i still remember how i used to remind you that i love you. yes, i was in love and i guess i am still in love with you. how can a heart that truly loves the person being crushed by the person she loves so much?  but i guess it is life; you cant get everything you want or everything you need. if i have the choice, i wouldnt want needing you like this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; i miss you dearly but there is no point telling you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6074405414131525613-7910889642135673771?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7910889642135673771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-another-lonely-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7910889642135673771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7910889642135673771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-another-lonely-valentines.html' title='it&apos;s another lonely valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1230375574966968815</id><published>2010-02-08T09:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:16:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont want to live like this forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is I was so deeply in love with you and I cant even see what is coming. I miss the feeling of missing you everynight before I go to sleep. I hate it when I wake up in the morning and there's no one to think about, no one to be missed dearly. I'm scared that I might not fall in love ever again because the feeling for you were so strong. I was hoping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me so much to think about it. Please help me go through this. Why I didnt see it coming. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears is flowing, My heart is breaking. Shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPW24IVbjUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPW24IVbjUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't think you meant it when you said you couldnt love me..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1230375574966968815?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1230375574966968815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-want-to-live-like-this-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1230375574966968815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1230375574966968815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-want-to-live-like-this-forever.html' title='I dont want to live like this forever.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1338111666785951961</id><published>2010-02-03T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:56:27.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the night we spent together, though it was short but it was nice and i couldnt erase it from my memories. everytime the music plays on my music player it just pick me up and dropped me in the past. the memory with you was just great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know i sound stupid when i talk about what i feel for you. but i cant hold it. it is true, i love you enough just to let you go and be happy with someone else. and I dont care how much you hurt me &amp;amp; how you ripped off my feelings when you told me that you can never love me. I never liked someone as much as i like you. I'm sorry I felt in love with you. Maybe we are just not meant to be together. It was just a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song can pick you up &amp;amp; drop you in the past. I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1338111666785951961?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1338111666785951961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gotta-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1338111666785951961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1338111666785951961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='i gotta feeling'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8699905567699282986</id><published>2010-02-02T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:48:52.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you always believe that he is for you, but the truth says he is not. it breaks your heart. so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8699905567699282986?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8699905567699282986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-always-believe-that-he-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8699905567699282986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8699905567699282986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-always-believe-that-he-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3767830610911336273</id><published>2010-01-28T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:30:01.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant stop dreaming of you, I still need you to breathe. The picture of you lingers in my head everynight before I go to sleep. I can't stop dreaming of us being together though it is not going to happen. I lose hope. You break my heart and you take away my sanity. I'm not sure how you feel now. I don't know why I keep on telling myself that you could have love me. You could have but you just refused to. When you said you can't love me, I refused to believe. My heart refused to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried and I failed. I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3767830610911336273?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3767830610911336273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-stop-dreaming-of-you-i-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3767830610911336273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3767830610911336273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-stop-dreaming-of-you-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6404829197524154535</id><published>2010-01-24T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:26:13.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant give what you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to live without missing you. I cant hate you cause I know things wouldn't be better &amp;amp; I know you are not the person I should be hating. I hope everything is alright, everything is fine with you &amp;amp; your family. And I hope you'll find yourself great things in life or maybe the answer you've been looking for all these while. This is hard, but yeah I have to. This will be the last time you hear from me. Take a good care of yourself, Thanks for everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- it is heartbreaking when i read it again. but i know, i have to. things will not always go your way, you dont always get everything you want. and that is what i called life. i know, things will be better. i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6404829197524154535?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6404829197524154535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-give-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6404829197524154535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6404829197524154535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-give-what-you-want.html' title='i cant give what you want'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8476422731220516662</id><published>2010-01-14T06:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:10:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so deeply in love but people come &amp;amp; go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8476422731220516662?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8476422731220516662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-deeply-in-love-but-people-come-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8476422731220516662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8476422731220516662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-deeply-in-love-but-people-come-go.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6748145744084057326</id><published>2009-12-31T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:05:38.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Forget About It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dear One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have always been dreaming of us, together. But you have like thousands of reasons not to be with me. You said you love me but you failed to do so. Too many reasons yet too little actions. And I dont know why I'm still here waiting. I think its about time dear. We both going to lose it all. I did love you, Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sayang, I never expected this. I want someone like you but I know you are someone else's. I never expected this, for sure. I want to be with you, someone like you. I'm sorry I have to leave. I don't want you to be burdened with the guilt inside and at the same time I dont want to make things worse for me. I'm sorry &amp;amp; Thanks for everything, Rel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6748145744084057326?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6748145744084057326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-forget-about-it_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6748145744084057326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6748145744084057326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-forget-about-it_31.html' title='Just Forget About It.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8681078466628896357</id><published>2009-12-28T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:15:46.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;just forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8681078466628896357?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8681078466628896357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-forget-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8681078466628896357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8681078466628896357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-forget-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1698654244038602781</id><published>2009-12-20T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:12:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;everytime you wished me goodnight before i go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;give me a kiss before i closed my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;when you called me "love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;everytime you say "sweety good morning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;when you make me cranky because you dont speak to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;when i know that you are too busy playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because you shower me with prezzies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;when you make me smile everytime i read your texts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because i cared too much about you and the fact that i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because you are not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10 things I hate about you, Rel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1698654244038602781?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1698654244038602781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1698654244038602781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1698654244038602781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8409976884352883471</id><published>2009-12-17T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:49:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss you dearly the next second after i said i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love is so strong to make you hate a person lawfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love you. but you, you dont really show it. help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8409976884352883471?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8409976884352883471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-dearly-next-second-after-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8409976884352883471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8409976884352883471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-dearly-next-second-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3203306026626601787</id><published>2009-12-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:30:24.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't help it. khafidz i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3203306026626601787?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3203306026626601787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-help-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3203306026626601787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3203306026626601787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-help-it.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9060930316210401930</id><published>2009-12-12T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:16:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="showThis marginMed fontSizeBig txtRed"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sweetheart, there is nothing permanent except change. If you long for stability and an unchanged situation, things cannot move forward - with openess, you and your love can grow and grow together."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-9060930316210401930?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9060930316210401930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetheart-there-is-nothing-permanent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9060930316210401930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9060930316210401930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetheart-there-is-nothing-permanent.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3816782853151306878</id><published>2009-12-11T07:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:20:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you gone fishing and left me all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i miss your touch. kisses and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;im half dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;because you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3816782853151306878?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3816782853151306878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-gone-fishing-and-left-me-all-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3816782853151306878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3816782853151306878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-gone-fishing-and-left-me-all-alone.html' title='fish you.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1272818358944665538</id><published>2009-12-09T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:08:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XX : i do miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XY : I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6074405414131525613-1272818358944665538?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1272818358944665538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/xx-i-do-miss-you-xy-i-miss-you-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1272818358944665538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1272818358944665538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/xx-i-do-miss-you-xy-i-miss-you-even.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3064842685595584182</id><published>2009-12-07T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:04:26.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeless eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when i look into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i see pain and i know she sees it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;my heart sores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;everytime she winks her eyes and the way her wrinkle crinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;she smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but i know the tears is pouring in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i adore you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;the lifeless eyes that were too strong to show her cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3064842685595584182?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3064842685595584182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifeless-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3064842685595584182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3064842685595584182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifeless-eyes.html' title='lifeless eyes.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1928013533348682901</id><published>2009-11-08T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:42:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are so many other things that i want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the reasons i want to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to wrinkle my nose on your shoulder and smell you.&lt;br /&gt;a bit of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i want to know do you really love to cuddle;&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;much&lt;/span&gt; as i do.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and ask, what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to make you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know how it feels to fall into your arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be far &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; expectations.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt; in my heart, i still have these &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1928013533348682901?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1928013533348682901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1928013533348682901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1928013533348682901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-to-know.html' title='i want you to know'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9041238237724854190</id><published>2009-11-03T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:58:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you long time ago &amp;amp; still keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-9041238237724854190?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9041238237724854190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9041238237724854190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9041238237724854190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-to-go.html' title='way to go.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7281031276577183628</id><published>2009-09-14T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:32:06.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try, it's all we have to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell Me It's Real by K-ci &amp;amp; JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me it's real,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that we feel,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love come just to pass us by,&lt;br /&gt;Try,&lt;br /&gt;It's all we have to do,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me and you,&lt;br /&gt;To make this special love last forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you told me that you love me and you'd never leave my side,&lt;br /&gt;Through the bitter end, through the thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;You promised me baby that you wasn't going anywhere, yes you did&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep it real, let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain the way you make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that you tell me that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;And you know you did, so many times,&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that love could never be a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you came along,&lt;br /&gt;And showed me happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Baby you are the best,&lt;br /&gt;I think you're different from the rest,&lt;br /&gt;I really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's real,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's real,&lt;br /&gt;For your love,&lt;br /&gt;I will do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Do you really love me? Do you really care?? You promised that&lt;br /&gt;you'd never leave my side, you promised that you'd always be there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Momma told me take it slow,&lt;br /&gt;boy you just don't know,&lt;br /&gt;anything about love,&lt;br /&gt;if u and I were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;u would know,&lt;br /&gt;it would show,&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the song.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7281031276577183628?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7281031276577183628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-its-all-we-have-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7281031276577183628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7281031276577183628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-its-all-we-have-to-do.html' title='Try, it&apos;s all we have to do.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9117280212908423780</id><published>2009-09-13T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:59:17.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is just a biological urge. Other times  it seems like a spiritual quality. Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless." - iGod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-9117280212908423780?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9117280212908423780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-just-biological-urge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9117280212908423780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9117280212908423780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-just-biological-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9060772310632432017</id><published>2009-09-07T05:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:29:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's how you perceived things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were interested with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are just making fun of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just me being innocent and easy. i wasnt the one who put hopes into this circle of life while you were trying hard to be nice to me. i told you stop being nice but you never listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is how you perceived things. i know i've been wrong. i know i've given so much hopes in such a nick of time. and it is my fault to actually fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wrong and i'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder all these times all the nice things nice treats and lovely words were coming from you. i love it and i will always do. but why suddenly you changed? am i giving too much or asking too much or else it is you who give a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, if there's a chance to be with you. i'd give up anything else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it is too easy for you to let go of me after all these while you've been wanting me so much. frankly speaking I wasn't the one who wanted all this. You are the reason that i fall, you are the reason that I becoming possesive and you make me making you a part of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what have you done and now you left without saying a word? See. I believe that you won't treat me like any other guy has treated me. I found that you treat me worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It is how you perceived things.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt see it coming when I started to fall in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it all doesn't make any sense to me before but now you prove that i was totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WRONG.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-9060772310632432017?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9060772310632432017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-how-you-perceived-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9060772310632432017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/9060772310632432017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-how-you-perceived-things.html' title='it&apos;s how you perceived things.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-4022879019441244971</id><published>2009-09-06T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:27:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make me scream your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NOT over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. still missing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and guessing any possibilities that may rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just finished reading a fren's blog and glad that she's happy. hopefully she found the one that she ever needed, longing and ever wanted. im happy for you dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4022879019441244971?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4022879019441244971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4022879019441244971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4022879019441244971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-scream.html' title='make me scream'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1035468615035003289</id><published>2009-08-17T04:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:39:41.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i fall. i fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall in love. that is when i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1035468615035003289?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1035468615035003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1035468615035003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1035468615035003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5144329897748412328</id><published>2009-08-17T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T02:10:47.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worthless</title><content type='html'>i wonder why you don't have much time for me like you used to.&lt;br /&gt;at times you make me feel i am not worth you time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5144329897748412328?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5144329897748412328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5144329897748412328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5144329897748412328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthless.html' title='worthless'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6332964398861687775</id><published>2009-08-15T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:49:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as long as it is possible to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6332964398861687775?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6332964398861687775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6332964398861687775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6332964398861687775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-love-you.html' title='i want to love you'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3337884120274753961</id><published>2009-08-15T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:06:39.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>what if i die before you know that i really love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3337884120274753961?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8681864912852876686</id><published>2009-08-13T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:07:06.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melting puzzle.</title><content type='html'>i don't want to lose you completely,&lt;br /&gt;but dear you are losing me bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts so much everytime the bit falls apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8681864912852876686?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8681864912852876686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-lose-you-completely-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8681864912852876686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8681864912852876686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-lose-you-completely-but.html' title='melting puzzle.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-4415935257906387817</id><published>2009-08-12T08:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:16:25.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish</title><content type='html'>i miss what you have given me. not what i gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum. i'm still strictly in love with you that i'd go beyond rules when i should have left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4415935257906387817?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4415935257906387817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i can feel we are losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel i am going mono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4003175857983906487?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4003175857983906487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-feel-we-are-losing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4003175857983906487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4003175857983906487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-feel-we-are-losing.html' title='momentum'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6119557678645695349</id><published>2009-08-11T01:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:05:18.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know it from the start</title><content type='html'>i know it from the start that this smile won't last long but i refuse to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;and it is all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you put hopes and make me trust you like others,&lt;br /&gt;but you were nothing like anyone else before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are different and i know at some point you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing you for long quite some time, almost half of my life i have you in my mind and those 10 years  keeping you in mind was for sure is negligible; as small as it is meaningless for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these 10 weeks; my heart pondered upon you. searches for your attention and waiting for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got what i want. i got to see you. and i am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;i told you i want to have a pinch of your smell, yes i got it.&lt;br /&gt;i told you i want to kiss your lips, yes i had a nice one on my lips too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i miss most, is when your warm hand touched mine.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell you, but u dont seem to have time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled, but i know from that very moment the smile wont be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm missing you badly &amp;amp; i have no idea which way to go because you never seem to be there to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like, i have one choice; to walk away leaving you with your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is never enough to see what you are missing till you lose it all. xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6119557678645695349?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6119557678645695349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-from-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6119557678645695349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6119557678645695349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-from-start.html' title='i know it from the start'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6562144733093975439</id><published>2009-08-09T04:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:37:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the more you stay the same , the more you seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the people around you changed, but you dont. that's the time when people judge you.&lt;br /&gt;for better or worse, change is natural. you can't stop and you can't escape from changing.&lt;br /&gt;undermining all the certainties &amp;amp; what's ahead. you can never walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6562144733093975439?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6562144733093975439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-you-stay-same-more-you-seem-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6562144733093975439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6562144733093975439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-you-stay-same-more-you-seem-to.html' title='changes.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-4202279883203992492</id><published>2009-06-06T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:56:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something that you dont want to happen is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is bad. real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4202279883203992492?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4202279883203992492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-that-you-dont-want-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4202279883203992492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4202279883203992492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-that-you-dont-want-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1199065620561810675</id><published>2009-05-15T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:33:53.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bila masa</title><content type='html'>bila masa aku menangis,&lt;br /&gt;kau lah paling setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau lahh! kau lah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;sapa gik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how far i can hide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how deep it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leave it to the ticking clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1199065620561810675?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1199065620561810675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/bila-masa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1199065620561810675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1199065620561810675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/bila-masa.html' title='bila masa'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-222539698012206067</id><published>2009-05-13T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:36:45.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the night that covers me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;beyond the obstacles that encounter me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tell me its not a menace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tell me im the master of my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;place me in the memo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and let it posted on the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;make sure the eyes stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and the mind works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fate. dont let me tremble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dont let me strayed away with too much pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;or just make they proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;face whats ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and let go what made us bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;june 28th 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6074405414131525613-222539698012206067?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6103796778003617570</id><published>2009-05-12T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:03:16.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest girl in the world.</title><content type='html'>May 10th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and texted my Mom with a simple Mother's Day wishes; I love you &amp;amp; Miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/Sgh12Qk0yzI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qu7Kd7xLqJA/s1600-h/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/Sgh12Qk0yzI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qu7Kd7xLqJA/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334643333643160370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insyaAllah , Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                        and yet, im the happiest girl in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6103796778003617570?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6103796778003617570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiest-girl-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6103796778003617570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6103796778003617570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiest-girl-in-world.html' title='the happiest girl in the world.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/Sgh12Qk0yzI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qu7Kd7xLqJA/s72-c/DSC_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2796541463113661874</id><published>2009-05-09T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:48:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont like ppl take control of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ditto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2796541463113661874?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2796541463113661874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-ppl-take-control-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2796541463113661874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2796541463113661874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-ppl-take-control-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7562772569380274027</id><published>2009-05-07T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:54:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit</title><content type='html'>mungkin aku sakit&lt;br /&gt;aku kata itu hanya dugaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin hati yang sakit,&lt;br /&gt;penuh dengan benci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku sakit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bukan! itu hanya kekurangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit buat kau lemah.&lt;br /&gt;tidak bagi ku.&lt;br /&gt;Sakit buat aku lemah pada Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;dan kuat pada diri ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;destruction des os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7562772569380274027?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7562772569380274027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7562772569380274027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7562772569380274027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit.html' title='sakit'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6302323807970268148</id><published>2009-05-06T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:18:33.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flourescent.</title><content type='html'>non-adolescent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, arctic monkey is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm aging. provoking new life.&lt;br /&gt;protruding incomes,&lt;br /&gt;salivating for future.&lt;br /&gt;for life. for living. for a width of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrives . strikes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being, senescence.&lt;br /&gt;dream of flourescent glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;love is just a feeling, jeopardising my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6302323807970268148?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6302323807970268148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/flourescent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6302323807970268148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6302323807970268148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/flourescent.html' title='flourescent.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8012966001661298321</id><published>2009-05-05T06:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:51:49.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup &amp; rasa</title><content type='html'>sedap? atau tidak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na'ah. kau tipu. kau bulak.&lt;br /&gt;benar. sumpah lillah demi Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa aku? Bukan rahsia.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dalam hati ada rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan perlu bukan apa,&lt;br /&gt;Kata sepi tapi mungkin gila...!&lt;br /&gt;sekejap happy, sekejap hiba,&lt;br /&gt;tersenyum tetapi berduka.&lt;br /&gt;terkejut di kala suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari hari sik sama,&lt;br /&gt;Esok maybe lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tulat mungkin tiada,&lt;br /&gt;tapi rasa sentiasa ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku hidup ngekot rasa.&lt;br /&gt;mok mok, sik sik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa tercemar, aku kata tidak.&lt;br /&gt;bila rasa bermekar. oh, bekejar - kejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasalah manusia. aku pun manusia.&lt;br /&gt;hidup ku penuh rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolok lain sekarang lain.&lt;br /&gt;jangan tipu , memang aku benar dengan rasa aku.&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah tipu, jangan pernah bo-ong sama diri !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab sekda sapa akan tauk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh aku suka pada rasa.&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/6074405414131525613-8012966001661298321?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8012966001661298321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidup-rasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8012966001661298321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8012966001661298321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidup-rasa.html' title='hidup &amp; rasa'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1990434873947013352</id><published>2009-05-05T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:44:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to ponder</title><content type='html'>Some people simply don't know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look into the mirror, deep into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tauk lah sapa dirik sebenar nya. lemah &amp;amp; sakit jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;kekurangan ya memang semua ada. berhak or sik berhak. bukan kita nentu kan.&lt;br /&gt;semua nya di berik Allah.&lt;br /&gt;redha. sabar. ya lah qudrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah sesekali takbor. Berdusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu lah insan biasa. dan mungkin binasa. sehingga terbiasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau sik faham. you dont understand. and you will never understand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. sabar :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata , penuh dgn aek chernin chernin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1990434873947013352?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1990434873947013352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-to-ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1990434873947013352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1990434873947013352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-to-ponder.html' title='something to ponder'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3665555252146488642</id><published>2009-05-02T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:23:18.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;something in your eyes that swept me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;loving you is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when i should wake up, i've fallen asleep for too long .&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/6074405414131525613-3665555252146488642?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3665555252146488642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3665555252146488642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3665555252146488642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2619557555215659285</id><published>2009-05-01T05:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:00:43.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake</title><content type='html'>pretended that i'm glad you went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lie. lie. lie. lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2619557555215659285?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2619557555215659285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2619557555215659285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2619557555215659285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/fake.html' title='fake'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8885830238258061405</id><published>2009-05-01T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:58:42.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was ok.</title><content type='html'>i had my first paper today,&lt;br /&gt;the first essay was ultimately entertaining part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the second one.&lt;br /&gt;to sum up, i would say the paper was 'okay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 1 hour nap after the exam. and had a terrible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i guess i love you too much &amp;amp; it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8885830238258061405?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8885830238258061405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8885830238258061405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8885830238258061405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-ok.html' title='It was ok.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-4509811292171767267</id><published>2009-04-30T05:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:06:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You will find one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Yes, I will, InsyaAllah" I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Give the best, out of the best. Try not to go astray by the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He will always guide you, my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Believe it. He is and He will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Giving you strength to go on, Life to live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Family to stay by your side &amp;amp; Friends to cheer you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Part of you are just being devilish at times,  It's just another evil speaking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your heart, you shouldn't follow as it is. Let the holy verses lead you to where you should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shine. Sun will never shine if you darkened your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Find your sunshine. Find yourself not in the darkness of the evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You will. You will find. Insya'Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ya Allah, thanks for the prosperous life &amp;amp; longevity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I could ask for more, I only wish for a better life in future, not just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but for each and everyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From the bottom of my undisguised soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4509811292171767267?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4509811292171767267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4509811292171767267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/4509811292171767267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will.html' title='i will'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5186803382979448665</id><published>2009-04-28T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:27:45.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped.</title><content type='html'>hold me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, i can't stand it. you keep on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between love and conspiracy,&lt;br /&gt;crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;apple crumble is tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5186803382979448665?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5186803382979448665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/trapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5186803382979448665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5186803382979448665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/trapped.html' title='trapped.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6325369338429088032</id><published>2009-04-28T05:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:20:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the whole world is never going to understand what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;between blinks, your heart seems to cripple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a balloon on the tip of a needle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;juggling between lust &amp;amp; love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i know i have failed. neither to love. nor lusty minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have failed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"he's never going to be yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a broken heart without a rainfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;luckily my lacrimal gland is not working tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6325369338429088032?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6325369338429088032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/deep-monologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6325369338429088032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6325369338429088032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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the bulging eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;i cant help it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;babe on the run. too much too read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3034351472781254085?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3034351472781254085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3034351472781254085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3034351472781254085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-932522725242025234</id><published>2009-04-13T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:13:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, friend.</title><content type='html'>have you ever felt the sky is falling down and nowhere to run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything was so perfect &amp;amp; suddenly it all seems falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justify your heart &amp;amp; let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab a friend and let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure he listens. and digest. and let him to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it helps. yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-932522725242025234?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/932522725242025234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/932522725242025234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/932522725242025234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-friend.html' title='thanks, friend.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1492553934647755954</id><published>2009-04-12T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:00:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keep your eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;im here to sooth, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my my my. why is it so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1492553934647755954?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1492553934647755954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-your-eyes-closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1492553934647755954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1492553934647755954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-your-eyes-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7965899500763009315</id><published>2009-04-12T06:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:28:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weaker by conversation</title><content type='html'>i feel very weak. tiptop, i never felt this bad.&lt;br /&gt;after every conversation i burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the whole world just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;i love you i love you i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7965899500763009315?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7965899500763009315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/weaker-by-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7965899500763009315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7965899500763009315'/><link 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it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1204238888070288069?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1204238888070288069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1204238888070288069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1204238888070288069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-in-town.html' title='he is in town'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3867670407056324079</id><published>2009-04-06T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:34:40.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>yes it is about time to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;as promised, leave it all behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3867670407056324079?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3867670407056324079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3867670407056324079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3867670407056324079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-115589334970412680</id><published>2009-03-26T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:12:52.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heart &amp;amp; pills,&lt;br /&gt;they don't connect each other&lt;br /&gt;unless you are bombarded by heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am my own heart,&lt;br /&gt;you are the attacking mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my pills. which is your undivided love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy, i love you to bones. no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;i need you now and then. and it is like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;the girl of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-115589334970412680?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115589334970412680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-pills-they-dont-connect-each.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/115589334970412680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/115589334970412680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-pills-they-dont-connect-each.html' title=''/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8362072323801237041</id><published>2009-03-22T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:25:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everything seems better now. with all the feelings. economically. but not physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im healthy so far.  but im not in shape that i have always wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God The Almighty S.W.T,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Give me more time to spare for me to love my body and to love who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cast away all those evil talks, and intriguing evil smiles surrounding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't let me astray to far in this rapid momentum of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Inert. Anaesthetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;make me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;prodigy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;of my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8362072323801237041?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8362072323801237041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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washing room cause i had to do 2 washings, dark clothes n another for the lighter ones. and it costs me about rm 35 . wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my food indulgence; all the unhealthy ones and i mean it. had cereals for breakfast frosted cereals arent good for health!! , salad and noodle for lunch salad that i bought from the hub; creamy dressing and with potatoes. bluergh.. , sandwich for errr snacks ? and two packets of chips. myyy myyyy.. and i had a cup of yoghurt, fish fingers &amp;amp; onion rings. and two bites of sonia's subway sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the high street and  bought few things for my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pretty miss miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-4651102610782545664?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6911376999332186288</id><published>2009-03-21T06:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:16:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R E A D</title><content type='html'>get your arse working. you, lazy bum. time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6911376999332186288?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6911376999332186288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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forget the night u whispered to my ear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"i love you, baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the world is trembling &amp;amp; my heart is falling all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3467110895140541500?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3467110895140541500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-forget-night-u-whispered-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3467110895140541500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life now is like a spinning wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i cant stand the frustration at the same time i have to cope up with the same pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i need to struggle . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i couldn't be left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i love you &amp;amp; i really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm like a walking corpse looking for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;whining and at the same time wishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;im sorry. i know im not supposed to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;im sorry to go beyond the line that we both agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but who am i to stop the feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i am no one, and no one can fight or stop me from falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;your charismatic character,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;you  are such a caring man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;you have everything that i ever wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;you are the man enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;you make me sad, you make me worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but too bad, we could never be toge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;we will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august, 8, 2008&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/6074405414131525613-7360045421830868653?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7360045421830868653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/spinning-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7360045421830868653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7360045421830868653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2559495222128617905</id><published>2009-03-13T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:27:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angkuh</title><content type='html'>berat bagai di timpa laut,&lt;br /&gt;sukar ku menggapai nya,&lt;br /&gt;lembaran masa depan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi pegi belajar lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-2559495222128617905?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2559495222128617905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/angkuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2559495222128617905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2559495222128617905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/angkuh.html' title='angkuh'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8024022935304741115</id><published>2009-03-12T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:21:06.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutup pintu</title><content type='html'>jangan kau bising&lt;br /&gt;buat aku gila,&lt;br /&gt;bengit di tgh malam.&lt;br /&gt;hairan dan kaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam cahaya kuning&lt;br /&gt;sudah di suluh&lt;br /&gt;kau berkata pula,&lt;br /&gt;"pergi.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku faham walau&lt;br /&gt;itu hanya kata hati ku saja.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;aku faham maksud mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutup pintu dan pergi saja.&lt;br /&gt;bawa diri, bawa hati.&lt;br /&gt;tutup erat berkunci&lt;br /&gt;dengan secangkir benci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8024022935304741115?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8024022935304741115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tutup-pintu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8024022935304741115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8024022935304741115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tutup-pintu.html' title='tutup pintu'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5384040313379586735</id><published>2009-03-12T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:26:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lepaskan aku.</title><content type='html'>lepas la aku dari rasa macam tok.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, show me he's not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padam semua rasa.&lt;br /&gt;all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;semua ya membinasakan.&lt;br /&gt;bukan ati jak. rasa. and aek mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbak pergi semua rasa.&lt;br /&gt;kuborlah di sine-sine asal bukan lam ati mek duak.&lt;br /&gt;we should never and will never be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how deep we feel for each other.&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;kata lah kau bencik aku.&lt;br /&gt;kata lah kau sik sayang ngan aku.&lt;br /&gt;sebab idup sikpat sama ngan kau, lebih seksa dari ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genggam aku sekuat nya utk kali terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai rasa cinta,&lt;br /&gt;lepaskanlah aku. sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;sik sanggup gik dah nanggong rasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5384040313379586735?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5384040313379586735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/lepaskan-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5384040313379586735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5384040313379586735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/lepaskan-aku.html' title='lepaskan aku.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1700062342613676369</id><published>2009-03-11T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:18:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tolong aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;membuang semua rasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-1700062342613676369?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1700062342613676369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tolong-aku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1700062342613676369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/1700062342613676369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/tolong-aku.html' title='tolong aku'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-8905319820338585195</id><published>2009-03-10T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:31:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shortcake</title><content type='html'>eccentric. that is what i called myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake. i love the way you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep, that is how i much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopes. it is you &amp;amp; my vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failure, me &amp;amp; you. its never gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-8905319820338585195?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8905319820338585195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/shortcake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8905319820338585195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/8905319820338585195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/shortcake.html' title='shortcake'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3043761488981908023</id><published>2009-03-10T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:09:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagi yang sepi</title><content type='html'>aku menunggu cahaya bulan,&lt;br /&gt;tapi ini seakan pagi,&lt;br /&gt;engkau akan pergi,&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan aku tanpa pesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku tunggu bayu pagi,&lt;br /&gt;menghembus pergi nafsu ku,&lt;br /&gt;bawakanlah nya pergi dari ku,&lt;br /&gt;biar hati ku lesu tanpa mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi, kau hiasi diri ku.&lt;br /&gt;jangan pernah kau lukai aku hari ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3043761488981908023?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3043761488981908023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pagi-yang-sepi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3043761488981908023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3043761488981908023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pagi-yang-sepi.html' title='pagi yang sepi'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-2267228304974642070</id><published>2009-03-10T07:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:58:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathless candle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ike a sun without its beam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the candle seem to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blunt and scarcely bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;light has gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;running out of its pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;joy is nowhere to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in to the woods of sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the scattered leaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no longer leave the trails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like a breathless candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ilin yang hilang,&lt;br /&gt;bagai matahari tanpa sinar.&lt;br /&gt;pudar di bawa masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau pergi tanpa berita,&lt;br /&gt;membawa pergi segala cereka,&lt;br /&gt;aku hilang dalam duka,&lt;br /&gt;pilu menemani ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku cari di rimba sana,&lt;br /&gt;daun ku lihat tiada lagi hijau,&lt;br /&gt;pudar seperti tangis ku,&lt;br /&gt;aku hilang dalam diriku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti lilin di hujung nyawa&lt;br /&gt;di bawa ombak ke dasar.&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/6074405414131525613-2267228304974642070?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2267228304974642070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathless-candle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2267228304974642070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/2267228304974642070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathless-candle.html' title='breathless candle.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3259993208834787268</id><published>2009-03-10T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:47:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malam kelam bagai si pura-pura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanpa gigi si tua menggigit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemah tanpa cengkam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku menggapai, tanpa bingkisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jauh aku di tinggalkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terdampar kelonglaian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenapa siang menjadi malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan malam sentiasa malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3259993208834787268?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3259993208834787268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/malam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3259993208834787268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3259993208834787268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/malam.html' title='malam'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-5454743459899164204</id><published>2009-03-09T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:00:50.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peak</title><content type='html'>im at the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to see you now. i would have hugged you and kissed you.&lt;br /&gt;holding hands , and walk together. my head under your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe n loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an annoying feeling. thank god, i spilled it over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-5454743459899164204?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5454743459899164204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5454743459899164204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/5454743459899164204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/peak.html' title='peak'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7047114118902127302</id><published>2009-03-09T06:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:40:31.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossed.</title><content type='html'>you promised you gonna fix this.&lt;br /&gt;and WE will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is so strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7047114118902127302?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7047114118902127302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7047114118902127302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7047114118902127302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossed.html' title='crossed.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-593412211973278480</id><published>2009-03-08T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:45:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want .</title><content type='html'>i want you to miss me like i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to feel the way i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to notice that im not in your life in one of your days cause ive been trying to avoid you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaky,&lt;br /&gt;im above the norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-593412211973278480?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/593412211973278480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/593412211973278480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/593412211973278480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html' title='i want .'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-6399439932394918345</id><published>2009-03-06T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:35:23.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reason to smile</title><content type='html'>bump. there's a reason to smile today, he finally say hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, he missed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-6399439932394918345?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6399439932394918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-to-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6399439932394918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/6399439932394918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/reason-to-smile.html' title='a reason to smile'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-501141602127878450</id><published>2009-03-05T05:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:41:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffs.</title><content type='html'>you are so fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh, i was asking for a help with my work. nothing much anyway it was just asking how the function works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for like half an hour to get him reply my IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all he replied was "hey goodnite, (my name) oh im sleepy, goodnite, im so sleepy"&lt;br /&gt;i was speechless, heartbroken &amp;amp; was about to cry. how much you have changed lately.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you found someone new who u can turn to. thanks to your new 'life', i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't describe how suck it feels right now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks! you sucks too! and you are so fucking annoying. i hate the fact that i really want you right now but you dont even botherrrrrrrrrrrrr about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is about time. maybe it is an awakening call for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop this nonsense and get back to life, yes without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-501141602127878450?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/501141602127878450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/501141602127878450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/501141602127878450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pffs.html' title='pffs.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-7676253309169507387</id><published>2009-03-03T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:31:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i kept on denying until these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want to live in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't even care if it is my heart is going to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not living in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not admitting my feelings  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is like a cancer patient who's denying counting his days toward death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventhough the fact that you don't even care when i went missing in your life is painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it is too stupid for me to deny the feeling that keeps on growing each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want you to notice when i'm not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you never show like you care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never tell me how much you are longing to talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longing to see me. longing for my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't care, i really want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't say right in front of your face, i'm waiting for you to finally realised it and by the time you realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it might be too late. even kinek tok, i know, it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck ! i know you never felt the same way as i do. i really know that. and im very sure !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-7676253309169507387?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7676253309169507387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7676253309169507387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/7676253309169507387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-denial.html' title='in denial'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-3337626009205100970</id><published>2009-03-03T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:06:30.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless.</title><content type='html'>dearie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep, maybe i refused to.&lt;br /&gt;i can't shut my eyes and let the feelings go away.&lt;br /&gt;it is too strong.&lt;br /&gt;stronger than the smell of java coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;stronger than the morphine that hallucinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't describe what exactly.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure,&lt;br /&gt;i seek your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coldplay's "fix you" describes best,&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone and it goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;could it be worse ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the worst. and i don't know when will it stops.&lt;br /&gt;when it will be cured.&lt;br /&gt;how long does it takes to leave you behind?&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to go through the days without you, knowing what is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;without me knowing what is wrong with you, what you've been up for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't . it is fearful to give it a thought.&lt;br /&gt;it is painful to see the future,&lt;br /&gt;it is, and it surely doesn't do any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it is impossible, it is out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;that we are going to be together.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fool, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stop here.&lt;br /&gt;i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to love you, as long as it feels possible to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the girl who sees more in you than others do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6074405414131525613-3337626009205100970?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3337626009205100970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3337626009205100970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6074405414131525613/posts/default/3337626009205100970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literateyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless.html' title='sleepless.'/><author><name>f.loren</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-1476538635388258115</id><published>2009-03-03T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:57:10.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;one day it is heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;one day it is hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;one second i was screaming with pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;next, i found myself crying with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i need strength. i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;help me to be whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;losing you is like losing the pieces of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;apart &amp;amp; departed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i want you. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, i really love you and i want you in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&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/6074405414131525613-1476538635388258115?l=literateyes.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpWOOd2oJn8/S42pq3Xo8WI/AAAAAAAABbY/_Z7z1qoGivw/S220/frah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074405414131525613.post-9095910836035293782</id><published>2009-03-03T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:47:14.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;sweet as chilli potato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;you burnt my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;savoury my heart with those salty tastes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i want you, i really want you right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it is so hard to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it is so hard to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;don't walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i dont want you to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;all i want is you, and your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;if it is not love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;just let it burn into fiery thunder of the nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;don't let me suffer this much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;if it is not him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;let the feelings to be ceased with the spring wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;don't let they come any nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;if it is not for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;then let my eyes sees someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;stop deceiving my feelings with the sights of your kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;longing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i can't wait till it's over.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am too in love&lt;/span&gt; to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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