<?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-5469672073982277897</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:09:04.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe your beliefs; Doubt your doubts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-1926183697528231393</id><published>2009-09-24T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:19:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My night has become a sunny dawn because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been quite a donkey weeks since I've last blogged. Many things just occurred. It's a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. When it subsides, I've to make a decision. And yea, I've made mine. And it's you, my BabyTang. It is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Nothing is expected, nothing is wanted but the only true gift is just a portion of yourself. My heart is ever at your service. It's the beginning and it'll be forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last seen my Pookie was on the 19th. Woah~ Both are as busy as a bee~! BUZZING* I've known many things that was kept in the dark. And those thoughts keeps me a distance from where we were supposed to be landed at. Was it all they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves? No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow. A single soul dwelling in two bodies? Can I categorized it under Friendship? Awww~ This is giving me a big headache! whatever it is, from my own conclusion, perhaps silence is the true friend that never betrays, to make such a cornered comradeship a permanent success. I just miss you, Pookie Ang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-1926183697528231393?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/1926183697528231393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-night-has-become-sunny-dawn-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/1926183697528231393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/1926183697528231393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-night-has-become-sunny-dawn-because.html' title='My night has become a sunny dawn because of you'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-4854366105856603800</id><published>2009-09-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:49:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When odds are one in a million, be that one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was perfectly clear to me what I ought to do. But there is only one alternative, if i get the chance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; willing to take the trouble. My Life is in total change now, growth is optional. Hence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; choose wisely. I aim above the mark to hit the mark. I'd rather be optimistic and a fool, than pessimistic and right. I can't do anything about the length of my life, but i can do something about its width and depth. Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance. So when i reach the end of my rope, i tie a knot in it and hang on. The road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low, and the debts are high, all i wanna do is to smile, but have to sigh. The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, i can never tell how close they are. It maybe near but it's just seems so far. So, i stick to the fight when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at the hardest hit, telling myself when things goes wrong, i must not quit. My strength lies solely in my tenacity. It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up and from that, I always believe that only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my closest ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Firstly, i wanna give my blessings to this cheerful guy out there a &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;. May all success goes to you! Whatever you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vividly&lt;/span&gt; imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enthusiastically&lt;/span&gt; act upon.. would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;evitably&lt;/span&gt; come to pass!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's really surprising to hear what you're actually going through. Don't think of the misery, but of all that the beauty still remains. Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, may looking back in happy memories help comfort you tomorrow. Throw back your shoulders, let your heart sing, let your eyes flash, let your mind be lifted up, look upward and tell yourself that &lt;em&gt;Nothing Is Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lastly, nothing on this Earth is to be prized more then a true friendship. Remember, we all stumbled, everyone of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand. Whenever you are, indeed it's just him to make your day. My dear, be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. Always remember.. A heart feel with anger has no room for love. Forgive all those who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself. It is ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two and burned up, so it can never be shown against one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-4854366105856603800?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/4854366105856603800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-odds-are-one-in-million-be-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/4854366105856603800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/4854366105856603800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-odds-are-one-in-million-be-that.html' title='When odds are one in a million, be that one'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-3720734990593937636</id><published>2009-08-30T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:47:48.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to try the untried when what I do is inconsequential</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the horizon, piercing the firmamental luster like a sting, I stretch away in billowy perspective to it. Kept believing, assuming, imaginating, it's a total chaos beneath my horizon. However long the night, the dawn will breaks. Sadness flies away on the wings of time. My spirit is subdued and was numbed. I&lt;em&gt; desired, rejoiced, hoped and despaired, feared, hate, avoid&lt;/em&gt; and was &lt;em&gt;exulted&lt;/em&gt;. And I finally realised, we cannot learn without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the vivid ultramarine blue sky with a cool disdain, knowing nothing is predestined, leaving no stone unturned. Press on - nothing can take the place of persistence. My perseverance and determination alone are omnipotent. Hence, I muttered to myself, I can do anything I wish to do, have anything I wish to have and be anything I wish to be. Tell me and I'll forget. Show me and I'll remember. Involve me and I'll understand. Motivating myself and learning from my mistakes, indeed just makes me move on. There's no reasons or principle contain it or stands against it. It's never too late to be what I might have been. So, we don't see things as they are. We see them as we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at everything as though I'm seeing it either for the first or last time. Then my time on earth will be filled with glory (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-3720734990593937636?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/3720734990593937636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-to-try-untried-when-what-i-do-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/3720734990593937636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/3720734990593937636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-to-try-untried-when-what-i-do-is.html' title='Ready to try the untried when what I do is inconsequential'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-4139787661513048931</id><published>2009-08-24T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:47:01.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Lies Becomes The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reflections in my mind, thoughts I just can't define. My heart is racing and the nights just goes on. A distant of memory flashes on me. When you're gone, I still feel you deep inside. But something just totally change everything. Well intended lies, unexpected. I couldn't help but notice. Your doings opened up my eyes, being wrong from the start. Knowing you just played along, i stumbled. This can't be real! Analyzing and implying, impossible. Someone broken something new, in another altered point of view. It's just someone's conscience playing. I held it tight in my hands, I just don't understand. I gotta know for my own sanity. What's seems so close, can't be that far. I just got a bad guy on the run. Within reach lies all desire, for each and every soul, stripped bare and stretching higher and I've just fall into the last black hole. How I just wish if today can be tomorrow and old things can be new, when lies becomes the truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't Make It A Mistake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this finest hour, You appeared. The ears and trusts you gave, thank you. It's not the worth is all I can say. I tried opening my heart to you, but either you or me just doesn't have the key to it. There's no telling what's in there, it's all fear I've known. If I unlock the gate which keeps my secret soul, do you think it's enough? Think it over and set yourself on the right route. Don't make it feel right when you know it's wrong. Prevent the poison from settling in. Don't turn your smile into frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-4139787661513048931?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/4139787661513048931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-lies-become-truth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/4139787661513048931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/4139787661513048931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-lies-become-truth.html' title='When Lies Becomes The Truth'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-7176869209722039552</id><published>2009-08-22T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:33:58.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All I Can Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Battles had started reaching my head. It's a sense of madness which is outta my mind. I know it's still to soon to call it love. But i know it's more then just a crush. Getting closer each day, all I can say is that I had open my heart to you. You know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; fighting for you. But it's hard to fight for someone who is not there. I learn to cherish it, but it's getting further and colder. It's not the way I choose to have, but something, somewhere, just made me stay strong. It ends with a simple text, leaving me here with nothing at all. I'm trying to show each and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every way&lt;/span&gt; I can. But I just can't hold you to take the chance. I've lost my way and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, you seems to understand. I just wanna let my worries rest and to be sure if you were there those time. I've got a feeling that this could not be, something that I've never seen. But just something keeps telling me that it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the best of you, I don't bother if it's not fair. Since so, i accepted the fact that you're not mine. If I were to cheat that you're there, you're mine, it would be the most terrible deception; it is eternal loss for which there is no reparation either in time or in eternity. And now I realise, It's over, now and forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-7176869209722039552?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/7176869209722039552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7176869209722039552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7176869209722039552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-at-all.html' title='It&apos;s All I Can Say'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-1597602896276637847</id><published>2009-08-20T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:35:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake, Totally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the start, it was all a Mistake. I was brought to the wrong way. How i ever wish i was someone esle i'll never know, to change my destiny. Don't say you are not exactly the way you are. I just hope u stay the same. The hots and colds, it will never happen. Now, i'm soaked in love and was right in my path. My ears are closed, what i've had heard, no one else has to know. Don't be afraid if you've got something to say. Just open up your heart and let it show you the way. So many miles up ahead and yet, i'm never getting nearer. I know what you meant. Unexpectedly, tears just rolled down my cheeks unknowingly. But deep down inside, im trying.. Trying hard for you... And for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's drifting in heaven. Devil's in the mailbox, I got dust on my shoes, nothing left but Tearsdrop. And so.. You Disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-1597602896276637847?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/1597602896276637847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/mistake-totally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/1597602896276637847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/1597602896276637847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/mistake-totally.html' title='Mistake, Totally..'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-7901433338215259813</id><published>2009-08-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:34:14.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honest Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things has gone to the extend that it has become worse. Thinking how could it be solve. But there's no use as ur heart as choosen to close the door. I was looking for the love you need, till now. I can see the pain living in your eyes. And i know, how hard i tried, you deserve so much more then it takes. I've never criticise. But please don't hold me back to where i belong. My heart just follows. It seems so far... I know i am definately not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be the one whom u can share your hopes and dreams with, with the open arms i long to surround you, thinking that you'll never be alone again because i could hold you endlessly but when i decided to lay the love i've been waiting to lay on, you back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, i knew i aint the one for you. From that, i knew... It's the honest truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-7901433338215259813?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/7901433338215259813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/honest-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7901433338215259813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7901433338215259813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/honest-truth.html' title='The Honest Truth.'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-5544621948298629746</id><published>2009-08-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:34:30.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was All A Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You castled the love spell on me while i'm finding my way down the lonely route. From the start, you make me shin like a candle in the dark. By making me smile, saying that you'll make me happy and Yes, you had done it. But the next min, i blinked my eyes, you blew the candle away making me standing in the middle of the dark alone. And from that, i knew it can't be the greatest thing of all. It was all just a beautiful dream from the start. A Beautiful mistake. I ask myself why can't the dream last forever? Began to stretch my empty hands to reach for the deepest sky, getting a grip of that little thing above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, my heart is so disguise. Till the moment there, you said nth but Goodbye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-5544621948298629746?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/5544621948298629746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-all-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/5544621948298629746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/5544621948298629746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-all-dream.html' title='It Was All A Dream.'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-227548359502076276</id><published>2009-08-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:07:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Destiny..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the retake of my life. Just completely hate the feeling that i've been having. Everywhere that i went, ur perfume lingers. When i was in a crowd, i accidentally heard ur voice. You hit me really hard, And now... im all alone by myself to go through this again. When i see you, i run out of words to say. For a moment like this, i can't believe this is happening to me. I can't explain why. Now, it's time to drown my sorrows away and stand tall. All that i knew that it's just our destiny that we've lost our fight.. Lastly, i knew it was all meant to be. &lt;strong&gt;Silly, I just miss you :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-227548359502076276?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/227548359502076276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-destiny.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/227548359502076276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/227548359502076276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-destiny.html' title='Our Destiny..'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469672073982277897.post-7709634952778833736</id><published>2009-08-15T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:08:11.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Isn't BLind But It Takes Away e Reality Of Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till this moment here, I've nv seen such a lovely prince. Afraid to let my feelings show, Now.. All i knew tt u had another one, I just smile. Loving one aint need to be tgt. Only if he had a smile on his face, She would. Secretly, stooding by ur side, Showering e worth of love, It would be just nice. Triggleling, it doesnt helps. The pinch of happiness is appreciated and now It's all just a lie without You..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5469672073982277897-7709634952778833736?l=looniekwek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/feeds/7709634952778833736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-isnt-blind-but-it-takes-away-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7709634952778833736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469672073982277897/posts/default/7709634952778833736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looniekwek.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-isnt-blind-but-it-takes-away-e.html' title='Love Isn&apos;t BLind But It Takes Away e Reality Of Life.'/><author><name>Loonie Kwek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075229009096668369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z5c1mwufwQ/SpsH24shkWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oiza9Bf2eo/S220/Picture+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
