<?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-4214828685042349114</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:12:35.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leehuiru</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leehuiru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214828685042349114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leehuiru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IvyLee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638324903964746707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1Ab3oMJJDw/SmNVBxX9CLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/DXdbV2GLihU/S220/DSC_0489.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214828685042349114.post-4578938055610035570</id><published>2008-12-02T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:21:24.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i once said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've people who're always there for me and always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;i simply love you guys:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its not the end. cause there're more and more and more and more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1Ab3oMJJDw/STXcmtqNqwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/42egje3mXbw/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1Ab3oMJJDw/STXcmtqNqwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/42egje3mXbw/s400/Photo+92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275365096184195842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were we really happy? are we really together? or was it just another photo? yet another friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i once said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate to smile when i'm not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate to talk to people who i didnt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate people to tell me what to do when they know nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate it when i'm told to follow what people say when i totally dont agree AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;i kept doing. it keep coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i once said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E. the man that i thought was a gentleman wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;J. the man whom i thought was there for me wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;E. the man who used to listen to me cry scream led his own life without me.&lt;br /&gt;L. the man whom will give the best advice ask me to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;H. the man whom i thought wasnt good wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;S. the lady whom i thought needs protection is strong. tough.&lt;br /&gt;S. the one who's only with me for happy hour. wasnt trueful.&lt;br /&gt;H. the one who left my friends hurt. and changed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. the one who think she knows everything doesnt&lt;br /&gt;I. the one who always neglect the people who love her.&lt;br /&gt;I. the one who stir everything up and is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;ONE REPUBLIC. i say its too late to appologise.&lt;br /&gt;I. the one who smiles when she's not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I. who always mix the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;I. thinks that she's doing great wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;I. shows attidude to people she loves. and hurt them most.&lt;br /&gt;I. see people on the surface and never listen until she gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I. am IVY LEE. and she hate herself for being bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some whom i thought was 'bad' came to me when i most needed. where others, those who're 'good'  just left me there. alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i once said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need to be alone but i dont have time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need a hug but u guys said so much.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna smile but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna say thank you but u guys cant stop quarreling with me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need rest but i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i thought things can be forgotten forever but they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna speak out my mind but i didnt dare.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel like i'm going to die the very next day and never ever wake up.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need a pat on my shoulder to know that whatever i've done's right.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need to see a smile and it'll brighten up my entire day.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need my MP3 to sing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just didnt want to say sorry cause i dont think i'm in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just want to give you a second chance but i didnt want to risk.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just hate giving up on someone cause it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna be the very nice girl next door but i'm always the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel like i'm all alone but there're so much care that i didnt notice.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just got so many many things to say but i dont know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i'm waiting for a reply there isnt.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dun feel like myself. i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need you there but i dont know who exactly i need.&lt;br /&gt;everytime when i look into the mirrior i'm glad that i'm ME.&lt;br /&gt;everytime when i'm down i'll stand up the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to understand me cause i dont understand myself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think i was wrong. people is people. me is me. there's no link. at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like i said i ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i posted so many memories. but it was just a photograph. photography can only capture the moment of emotions. but could not hold them. but it could not let it continue. it just stopped there. not moving. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said so much. putting hope. but i'm tired. i'm so very tired now. can someone pull me up? i know no one could. and no one would. i got to stand up myself. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span 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