<?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-8424205281402837251</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:55:28.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovedd &lt;33</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-3333755765684714991</id><published>2011-08-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:47:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised my entire life since sec 2 was about u. Revolving about you. From the day I fell in love with u, I have not forgotten a single day that goes without thinking of you, no matter how insignificant it may be, be it when I was with him or not. Ironically, those times that I persuaded and convinced myself that I was over you, I wasnt, it was just a denial and I was trying to escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Tell me what to do. I could never seem to be happy without your presence. Yes I can be happy. I have friends and family. But, what was it that you are able to give and they cant? I can never seem to be able to experience that feeling, or stop feeling that you are the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im so stupid. I just cant stop hoping and waiting. Because I was in a relationship, I and knew it wasnt meant to be. Because I rly love who I was when I was with u. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-3333755765684714991?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3333755765684714991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=3333755765684714991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/3333755765684714991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/3333755765684714991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-realised-my-entire-life-since-sec-2.html' title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-5111297893755520600</id><published>2011-08-04T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:48:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a year since i posted anything. looked back. realised everything i typed was so dumb and disgusting and naive. haha nonetheless the things i rly treasured back then, perhaps even now, still. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im always living with regrets. whats wrong with me. first i regretted giving up, then i realised its almost impossible to forget. then i trusted him to bring me away from loving this person. then realised i havent forget him a single bit at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i regret being tgt with someone who was never meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should have known much earlier, that it wasnt the right one and i shouldn be trying to salvage anything when it really wasnt meant to be. wasted my efforts, knowing that i really didnt want to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im back to the point it started, and all that was just a waste of time and effort. nothing else. nothing worth remembering, because no matter how sweet those actions or memory were, i wasnt happy. i couldnt bring myself to smile like how i would given that person was him instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took a polaroid, rmb? u kept it. but it was just, a photo. the 4 of us took a polaroid, but ironically, to me, it was the best thing i ever had. not that im confident to say that we are meant to be. but right, WE werent meant to be. a mistake. ridiculous mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 years ago, that was the best memory of my life. couldn override. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now, is it even possible to find someone that i can love more than you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they say if its meant to be it will be. but someone im afraid of accepting the fact that, perhaps it was never meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna go through your head and see what you have in there. apart from studies and families. is there a place where im at least hidden at some corner. does the memories suffice every single time like how it does for me. even when i was with him, sometimes all i thought was about you. and to refrain myself from those thoughts, i tried loving him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-5111297893755520600?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/5111297893755520600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=5111297893755520600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/5111297893755520600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/5111297893755520600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-since-i-posted-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-1565753655274429438</id><published>2010-10-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:20:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-1565753655274429438?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1565753655274429438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=1565753655274429438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/1565753655274429438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/1565753655274429438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-apart-nothing-left.html' title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-6956652882516207800</id><published>2010-09-26T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:48:46.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dunnoe wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i dun want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so used to the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;but nah.&lt;br /&gt;i cant promise forever.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe how much love i can give you.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe how much i can try.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe how much i can bring myself to put in that extra effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u say i say i suck but i dun bother trying to do better.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's just cos.&lt;br /&gt;even if i try.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's all a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to promise forever.&lt;br /&gt;i cant promise forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to break my promise anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-6956652882516207800?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/6956652882516207800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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me so long to figure out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is sleep and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because somethings will never happen in reality.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much u wished.&lt;br /&gt;how much u hope.&lt;br /&gt;how much u tried.&lt;br /&gt;how much u yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;things will still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to believe destiny didnt pave the route for us to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;    &lt;h3&gt;Overview&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're the lion, known for being brave -- but  you'd better muster up as much of that bravery as you possibly can now,  because for the next several days, you'll be dealing with something far  more stressful than a jealous lover. You'll need to handle misplaced  directions, miscommunications and mistakes, all of which can lead to  misunderstandings within relationships, be they romantic, platonic or  professional. Yes, this could be tricky. Start mustering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea. so true. im just about to lose direction in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-8067090092572076380?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/8067090092572076380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=8067090092572076380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/8067090092572076380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/8067090092572076380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-took-me-so-long-to-figure-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-1572701887122161084</id><published>2010-09-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:49:06.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>painful tears, sad loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there still are times when you feel so helpless and all you can do is stare into blank space and cry. why is love so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-1572701887122161084?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/1572701887122161084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=1572701887122161084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/1572701887122161084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424205281402837251/posts/default/1572701887122161084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/2010/09/painful-tears-sad-loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-2345223136771717925</id><published>2010-09-24T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:49:17.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have u ever missed me?&lt;br /&gt;not you. but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="105"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsWSCSI5GgA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsWSCSI5GgA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" 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title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-8036351335888524202</id><published>2010-09-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:49:59.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>december 12 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted this:&lt;br /&gt;holiday has been really really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;went to  yujie's hse in the afternoon lolol played game of life :D i noe i noob  la first time playing but im the millionaire okay! first la :D but  retire with no children D: so sad. lolol alot of funny happenings but  lazy to update here.&lt;br /&gt;played taboo haha as usual, taboo can be damn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dunnoe why but recently, i started to have dreams about you again.&lt;br /&gt;obviously when i didn want to. and when im not thinking bout you.&lt;br /&gt;but it occurs to me like i shouldn try too hard forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;bcos no matter how much i try to conceal, deep inside i still have some feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and wishing something else to happen besides moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again i reminded myself not to think again.&lt;br /&gt;and  i wonder if that dream, no those dreams were to act as a reminder, or  alert or warning or just trying to tell me not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever. shouldn think too much.&lt;br /&gt;shouln hope for anything either.&lt;br /&gt;cos either will just fail me and sadden me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue with my happy and busy life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months down the road.&lt;br /&gt;every single thing change.&lt;br /&gt;every single bit of my life.&lt;br /&gt;every single bit of my thought.&lt;br /&gt;what bout my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder love is so difficult, I’m still clumsy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;honestly, now I am used to the sadness that love seems far away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are too similar, only being stupid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes we have to go separate ways and have to collide each other,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;whenever I see you, my heart is filled with emotions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You awoke my rusted and frozen heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please hold me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;even the pain I hide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that painful tears and sad loneliness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wouldn’t come to me again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am afraid to give my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;afraid of the pain that would follow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s my heart that I trashed and kept for a while,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When did you enter my heart, when did you fill it up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My heart with you fragrance, your memories&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;whenever I see you, my heart is filled with emotions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You awoke my rusted and frozen heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please hold me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;even the pain I hide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that painful tears and sad loneliness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wouldn’t come to me again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The person that was hidden behind all the tears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The one and only person I have waited&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for such a long time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when I’m with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m smile even though I’m hurt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The person that healed my deep wounds and the tears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that were like my habit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will show you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will give you all the love that I kept&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that words of loneliness and separation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wouldn’t exist between us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So that only love would remain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if only he really was long gone from my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if only u didnt come along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if only none of watever had happened has happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll still be the one waiting alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of both of you alot of times recently.&lt;br /&gt;the one i used to yearn for so much.&lt;br /&gt;now seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;the one that i didnt expect to come along.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i made a wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;i noe it hurts for him.&lt;br /&gt;so does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever the case.&lt;br /&gt;both of their love.&lt;br /&gt;seem so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to reach. i couldn.&lt;br /&gt;i tried moving on to you. only to realisd part of my heart was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to go.&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;its a different kind of feeling. why is it so hard to figure out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-3064642543985604260</id><published>2010-09-24T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:50:08.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like an fool, why didn't I know?&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, why did I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Like an foo, my heart cries slowly&lt;br /&gt;I know now&lt;br /&gt;My love is only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my eyes look for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart pressures me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe that it was love&lt;br /&gt;I believed that I was lonely and had to lean on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, why didn't I know?&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, why did I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, my heart cries slowly&lt;br /&gt;I know now&lt;br /&gt;My love is only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not act like fools&lt;br /&gt;Let's not heart ache alone&lt;br /&gt;When tears fell because of the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'd become upset with my heart for being so weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, why didn't I know?&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, why did I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Like an fool, my heart cries slowly&lt;br /&gt;I know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, that you are my love?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, that you fill my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Like an idiot, I've just found out now&lt;br /&gt;You, I call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because without you, I cannot live on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-3064642543985604260?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/3064642543985604260/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-4846378868104094612</id><published>2010-06-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:50:52.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things never go the way u plan it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its so hard to be firm with ur beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for me to give both of us a chance (:&lt;br /&gt;though i'll never assure u that he'll be gone for life.&lt;br /&gt;i guess somethings, i will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've nv regretted in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've made this choice. though it'll nv be the best, i'll just hang on with it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions to be made in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-466696448777630417</id><published>2010-06-04T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:51:06.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really feel like running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying my best to overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but its hard to persuade myself its okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why does it feel so different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much desserts can turn into stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the thought of it brings misery, much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully one day i wouldn feel like im suffocating from all that confusion and decide otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wished i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wish i dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its far more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe just to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-466696448777630417?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/466696448777630417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;h1 class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s okay to lose your pride over someone you love,  don’t lose someone you love though over your pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You really ain’t that respectful, you really ain’t  that smart, so what gives you the right to think you can tear people  apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="textpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My head says, “who cares.” But then my heart  whispers, “you do, stupid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="textpost"&gt;And then there’s that girl; the one that’s always  confused, the one that’s never good enough, the one who’s been through  so much, but she’s still trying her hardest to be happy. &lt;/h1&gt;but u ruin it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>bleah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424205281402837251.post-8687997736994106069</id><published>2010-02-19T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:53:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun noe if its appropriate or not. but i desperately need some enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;now i understand the meaning of all those songs  i dun used to understand.&lt;br /&gt;now i understand the meaning of all those sacrifices i dun used to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i dun like u.&lt;br /&gt;bcos i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;just that its a diff kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like the way u treat me.&lt;br /&gt;the way u give in.&lt;br /&gt;the way u try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, thats not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i dun like u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;bcos my heart aches every single time i see you.&lt;br /&gt;memories couldn be erased.&lt;br /&gt;and they are still deeply inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not hesitate to be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;bcos some stuff cant be forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe soon i'll realised the enjoyment is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;and it all ends up to one person only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that that one person may have his own life, way of living.&lt;br /&gt;and that the one person, have no feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont go ard declaring that i still like him.&lt;br /&gt;i wont try to close him down to me.&lt;br /&gt;i wont try to stop him from finding some1 else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though i noe that till now its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;till later part its still impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still continue liking until one day i can confidently say im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to thought if u like some1, try to hold him down.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised the meaning of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i understand why is it impossible to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;cos it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the decision to be on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry if one day i tell u, i think i still like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424205281402837251-8687997736994106069?l=lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lingering-dilemma.blogspot.com/feeds/8687997736994106069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424205281402837251&amp;postID=8687997736994106069' title='0 Comments'/><link 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