<?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-6096302070338344706</id><updated>2011-10-05T07:26:44.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aloharin</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-1939492980452353645</id><published>2011-06-20T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:29:03.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leap of faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why do we always fall back into a pattern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHVJh2SOPjM/Tf4c4Ym8TeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6hts9Kprucs/s1600/IMG_0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HHVJh2SOPjM/Tf4c4Ym8TeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6hts9Kprucs/s200/IMG_0773.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Despite how much the past has left us such a bitter taste,&lt;br /&gt;we always go back to that similar zigzag dotted swirls&lt;br /&gt;even though we know it's just going to burn us in the end&lt;br /&gt;Is it the familiarity of it?&lt;br /&gt;Or rather is it the little drop of faith that this might be it&lt;br /&gt;this might be the one to break the chain of pattern&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual, attractive, spontaneous men, with a sense of humour, &lt;br /&gt;do exist&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps in my head, they do.. &lt;br /&gt;They're just not available&lt;br /&gt;nor can they be found living within 680km radius of me&lt;br /&gt;The potential ones, of course,&lt;br /&gt;tend to be an email away or a better way to put it,&lt;br /&gt;a 20-hour flight away&lt;br /&gt;So really, let's face it, what the hell am I still doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;My problem, like my daily non-stop nail biting routine,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's become a habit of making the wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;or for the fact that I have notstopped comparing the next guy I meet&lt;br /&gt;to the only one I've ever fell for and lost many years ago&lt;br /&gt;I'm over that, aren't I? ..or at least, I thought I have&lt;br /&gt;The pattern has evolved into a trend&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to shake off&lt;br /&gt;The type I desire do not exist here&lt;br /&gt;The type that actually here are so not my cup of tea nor coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I'm still&amp;nbsp;stuck in this never land of a dream&lt;br /&gt;In my own little box that I can't seem to crawl out of&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the most optimistic person&lt;br /&gt;Hey, call me pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, I'm realistic&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much one can dream about&lt;br /&gt;but there's a fine line between an over-dreamer, a realist&lt;br /&gt;and probably..actual talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why it's called a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;simply because it doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;we are never necessarily the princess with the happy ending&lt;br /&gt;In fairy tales, the princess needed one true kiss to find her prince charming&lt;br /&gt;In real life, we 'd have to kiss a number of frogs.. sometimes, toads too&lt;br /&gt;and after all that, we're still searching..&lt;br /&gt;In fairytales, there was a poison apple and an evil witch&lt;br /&gt;In real life, there's a whole orchard of them and a train of bitches&lt;br /&gt;whom you're going to bump into almost every single day of your life&lt;br /&gt;and..we don't exactly have a castle to run back to &lt;br /&gt;Fairytales tend to set a girl up for disappointments&lt;br /&gt;In real life, the prince charming always rides off with the wrong princess&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, we have to put our goggles on and start screening through them one by one&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be easier if our prince charming rode in with a pretty white horse&lt;br /&gt;and a tag that says "THE ONE"..ha ha&lt;br /&gt;then again, it wouldn't be much of a challenge, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Maybe that's why I love to travel&lt;br /&gt;It's a passion,&lt;br /&gt;a reason to get away from reality&lt;br /&gt;a reason to get away from everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;It would be amazing to just leave, not tell a soul&lt;br /&gt;and no wonder of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;I love the thrills and the emotions&lt;br /&gt;the rise I get from doing extreme nothings&lt;br /&gt;the rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;standing at the edge of a cliff&lt;br /&gt;before I take a leap of that freefalling faith&lt;br /&gt;It's the relief of not caring about a thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;and just enjoying the moment&lt;br /&gt;But when it's over, I crawl back into the pattern of familiarity&lt;br /&gt;called reality&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid but I must break out of this rut soon&lt;br /&gt;Is it really greener on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I know I have an amazing friend next to me&lt;br /&gt;always holding on to my hand when I seem to be lost&lt;br /&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't be holding back&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's out there&lt;br /&gt;What do&amp;nbsp;I really want in life&lt;br /&gt;My goals, my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole grapevine yard of hopes and dreams out there&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;just never had a chance to grab hold of my opportunities&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps soon Ill learn to break out of the pattern&lt;br /&gt;and stop comparing the next one to him&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've bumped into a certain individual recently&lt;br /&gt;a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;a touch of confidence, a little motivation&lt;br /&gt;did I stop to compare?&lt;br /&gt;So near yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It's an even bigger puzzle that I can't figure out&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and paused for a second&lt;br /&gt;if things seem too good to be true, &lt;br /&gt;then he probably is.. &lt;br /&gt;I need a slap to wake me up from this daze&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange that I feel excited, yet so afraid&lt;br /&gt;It's much too early to tell&lt;br /&gt;Sould I take one step back.. kick my heels and run?&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it would be better &lt;br /&gt;to leave it as it is...&lt;br /&gt;Let nature take its course, oh! how easy that sounds..&lt;br /&gt;Cause in all reality, I'm not even sure if my heart can handle any more sharp objects&lt;br /&gt;This completely sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;For once, I want to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;to be all about me&lt;br /&gt;I will make this happen&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this pattern no longer&lt;br /&gt;I need a break &lt;br /&gt;or I might just lose it&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems I'm on the brink of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people run away to their past&lt;br /&gt;cause it's familiar&lt;br /&gt;we all do, &lt;br /&gt;but maybe we should learn to let them go&lt;br /&gt;I need a little push,&lt;br /&gt;I need to snap out of this empty fantasy&lt;br /&gt;and to discover what I can really do in the near future&lt;br /&gt;Better to do it and regret&lt;br /&gt;then never to have done it at all&lt;br /&gt;It should be the new quote of mine&lt;br /&gt;if I'm ever going to survive this jungle of life&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/6096302070338344706-1939492980452353645?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/1939492980452353645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=1939492980452353645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7648656296477148065</id><published>2011-06-03T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:03:51.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everything is more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when you know its not going to last&lt;br /&gt;everything is more meaningful&lt;br /&gt;when you know there's an end in time&lt;br /&gt;Am I putting all my eggs in a basket&lt;br /&gt;when I already know&lt;br /&gt;there's a chance it might break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to chase &lt;br /&gt;what I desire&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong to pursue&lt;br /&gt;something&amp;nbsp;thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;someone&amp;nbsp;who makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, please give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;I rather know now&lt;br /&gt;than keep living blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say its better to have been and regret&lt;br /&gt;than never to have done it at all&lt;br /&gt;But is it worth that risk of a long time heartache&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to slowly bleed&lt;br /&gt;can I afford to take that fall.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-7648656296477148065?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7648656296477148065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7648656296477148065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like leaving a piece of candy&lt;br /&gt;all covered in a pretty shiny wrapper&lt;br /&gt;to resist or not to resist&lt;br /&gt;quite the temptation&lt;br /&gt;Have a little taste&lt;br /&gt;and you'll probably want more&lt;br /&gt;face the consequences soon after&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Boys are like candy..&lt;br /&gt;so pretty so yummy&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want a taste?&lt;br /&gt;But be careful..&lt;br /&gt;The first melt might be as good as you'd expect&lt;br /&gt;but like all sweet things...&lt;br /&gt;you might get addicted&lt;br /&gt;or rather disappointed, in fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pretty as its wrapper&lt;br /&gt;it might have&amp;nbsp;a minty taste&lt;br /&gt;Some packages may not be as bold&lt;br /&gt;but a bite,&lt;br /&gt;could cloud nine you out of this world&lt;br /&gt;Cheap affordable candy&lt;br /&gt;so loyal, so reliable&lt;br /&gt;so boring&lt;br /&gt;eventually tasteless...&lt;br /&gt;Rare expensive sweets&lt;br /&gt;one you've never tasted&lt;br /&gt;once in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;it tastes like heaven&lt;br /&gt;but once it runs out&lt;br /&gt;can you do without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping a candy&lt;br /&gt;it's like solving a mystery&lt;br /&gt;stick with chocolates&lt;br /&gt;and you'll get all messy&lt;br /&gt;So which candy are you in love with&lt;br /&gt;they'r like shiny little sins&lt;br /&gt;once you're done with them&lt;br /&gt;they're nothing more than a toothache&lt;br /&gt;giving you a bittersweet grin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5195972322704922053?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-6665916269508401983</id><published>2011-05-17T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:03:07.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A harsh reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Whenver we give up something we really care about&lt;br /&gt;somehow deep down&lt;br /&gt;we hope the universe will reward our selfless choice&lt;br /&gt;It may not always be fate&lt;br /&gt;you'll just have to look&amp;nbsp;out hard&amp;nbsp;enough&lt;br /&gt;and we'll find the answers&lt;br /&gt;we've been searching for all along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fairytales do end&lt;br /&gt;in which they always do&lt;br /&gt;tourists pack their bags&lt;br /&gt;return to their world&lt;br /&gt;dreamers awake&lt;br /&gt;to harsh reality mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing harder &lt;br /&gt;than to face the hard fact&lt;br /&gt;of having so perfect&lt;br /&gt;slipped out of your hands&lt;br /&gt;gone, the next..&lt;br /&gt;What could be more beautiful &lt;br /&gt;than something you knew you could never have&lt;br /&gt;such envy do come swift&lt;br /&gt;they hit you down so hard&lt;br /&gt;can I afford the heartache&lt;br /&gt;riding along with its pain &lt;br /&gt;and regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-6665916269508401983?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/6665916269508401983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=6665916269508401983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6665916269508401983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6665916269508401983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2011/05/harsh-reality.html' title='A harsh reality...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-1027520551210697843</id><published>2011-04-29T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:03:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my shoes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can never really know someone&lt;br /&gt;till you walk a mile in their shoes&lt;br /&gt;as pretty as they are&lt;br /&gt;they may not last&lt;br /&gt;as expensive as they are&lt;br /&gt;they may not fit&lt;br /&gt;but, walk around long enough&lt;br /&gt;you just might find &lt;br /&gt;that it fits in like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the next pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;one always hoping that pair is the one&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get too comfortable in them&lt;br /&gt;cause one day you'l realise&lt;br /&gt;the other shoe might just slip off..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvYVfshBktI/TbmdVxkbs4I/AAAAAAAAALc/tg1YuCjN3kA/s1600/fn-drawing-attention07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvYVfshBktI/TbmdVxkbs4I/AAAAAAAAALc/tg1YuCjN3kA/s200/fn-drawing-attention07.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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shoes..'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvYVfshBktI/TbmdVxkbs4I/AAAAAAAAALc/tg1YuCjN3kA/s72-c/fn-drawing-attention07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-3235558206100069563</id><published>2011-04-22T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:48:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep looking through the glass pane&lt;br /&gt;seeing a girl full of dreams and passion&lt;br /&gt;somehow she kept knocking out loud&lt;br /&gt;but nobody seems to hear her&lt;br /&gt;where is this girl&lt;br /&gt;how do I get her out&lt;br /&gt;All she needed was a little push&lt;br /&gt;a little inspiration&lt;br /&gt;they come and go&lt;br /&gt;as fast a drink fizzles out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's always a reason why&lt;br /&gt;things never go the way you hoped&lt;br /&gt;they take a turn for the better&lt;br /&gt;or the worse&lt;br /&gt;whatever the consequences&lt;br /&gt;take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;When things knock you down&lt;br /&gt;learn to get back up&lt;br /&gt;then maybe you'll figure out the reason soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep fixing things&lt;br /&gt;that are already broken&lt;br /&gt;why do I keep chasing things&lt;br /&gt;that are never meant for me&lt;br /&gt;why do I always fall for someone&lt;br /&gt;I can never be with&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have yet to realise&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop asking why&lt;br /&gt;I can never know if I'll get what I want&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;as the saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;work hard enough&lt;br /&gt;you'll eventually get what you need&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's more than enough..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-3235558206100069563?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3235558206100069563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3235558206100069563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3235558206100069563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3235558206100069563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost.html' title='Lost..'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-1653544186087093506</id><published>2011-04-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:44:57.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cold heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't it be easier&lt;br /&gt;if I was born with a cold heart&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't need to feel&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I have&amp;nbsp;been born with&amp;nbsp;a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;my emotions&amp;nbsp;unknown&lt;br /&gt;I was missing an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;then you came along&lt;br /&gt;lighted a candle&lt;br /&gt;melted my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;knew you had to leave&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still held your hand so tight&lt;br /&gt;I knew I may never see your smile again&lt;br /&gt;yet I still chose to be mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;How many goodbyes do I have to get through&lt;br /&gt;before my heart turns to ice&lt;br /&gt;If I had a cold heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to miss you&lt;br /&gt;I could just not care&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;short fairytale has ended&lt;br /&gt;back to reality&lt;br /&gt;who glanced at me&lt;br /&gt;with an icy cold stare...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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heart..'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-310030057776757836</id><published>2011-04-20T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:00:12.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lw7W2LLqVI/Te-cb9uDQRI/AAAAAAAAALs/u3XVAWGFafU/s1600/P4201500+-+Copy3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lw7W2LLqVI/Te-cb9uDQRI/AAAAAAAAALs/u3XVAWGFafU/s200/P4201500+-+Copy3.JPG" t8="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I find myself saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;a lot more times than I would have liked&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;It definitely hurts&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case,&lt;br /&gt;chances are they are never going to stop&lt;br /&gt;and we just have to learn to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts to think about what we've given up&lt;br /&gt;or what could have been&lt;br /&gt;If its never meant to be, it never will&lt;br /&gt;About damn time to clip off those&amp;nbsp;wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we all have to move forward&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much our lives seems to be caving in&lt;br /&gt;One day we'l recognise these goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;is just a way to tell us to start afresh&lt;br /&gt;it's all up to us to figure out&lt;br /&gt;exactly when&lt;br /&gt;letting go could necessarily lead to a good thing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-310030057776757836?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/310030057776757836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=310030057776757836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/310030057776757836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Zkl_Iv3Rx4/TX3OkQnEbzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hMlT4M21tQw/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Zkl_Iv3Rx4/TX3OkQnEbzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hMlT4M21tQw/s200/rainbow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much would you pay&lt;br /&gt;to be with the one you love&lt;br /&gt;how much would you risk&lt;br /&gt;to chase the one you desire&lt;br /&gt;everything in life has&amp;nbsp;a price&lt;br /&gt;everyone you want&lt;br /&gt;carries a price tag&lt;br /&gt;The real question is&lt;br /&gt;how much can you afford to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, should you make the choice,&lt;br /&gt;just think,&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth&lt;br /&gt;all that sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;then again you never really know&lt;br /&gt;if that was ever the right decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a choice, comes a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;for every sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;comes regret&lt;br /&gt;because little do you know&lt;br /&gt;that you're just about to pay&lt;br /&gt;a lot more than the price tag&lt;br /&gt;And before you realise it&lt;br /&gt;its all too little too late...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6096302070338344706-6397720961386511291?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/6397720961386511291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=6397720961386511291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6397720961386511291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6397720961386511291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-much.html' title='How much...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Zkl_Iv3Rx4/TX3OkQnEbzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hMlT4M21tQw/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-2725994195502637388</id><published>2011-02-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:20:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwritten....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People will believe what they want to believe&lt;br /&gt;beyond all deceptions and lies&lt;br /&gt;even if the truth&lt;br /&gt;is staring right back at them in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take so much to realise&lt;br /&gt;once the dust settles,&lt;br /&gt;and long been gone&lt;br /&gt;we are all looking&lt;br /&gt;at the same big picture,&lt;br /&gt;all along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look from afar&lt;br /&gt;the one that we yearn&lt;br /&gt;never the same &lt;br /&gt;as the fairytale &lt;br /&gt;that was written&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales set up a girl&lt;br /&gt;only for disappointments&lt;br /&gt;In the real world&lt;br /&gt;the prince always &lt;br /&gt;goes off with the wrong princess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel world we live in&lt;br /&gt;road could be dark&lt;br /&gt;journey unwritten..&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment&lt;br /&gt;step back and listen&lt;br /&gt;Let's remember&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxSjy4cXdqs/TV1KV34dE7I/AAAAAAAAALM/mAkNWO6wNEU/s1600/shoes.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxSjy4cXdqs/TV1KV34dE7I/AAAAAAAAALM/mAkNWO6wNEU/s200/shoes.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-2725994195502637388?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/2725994195502637388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-226623039616137158</id><published>2011-02-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:37:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLPtldNTcI/AAAAAAAAALI/-7QSX0fcgzY/s1600/DSC00076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLPtldNTcI/AAAAAAAAALI/-7QSX0fcgzY/s200/DSC00076.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;disappointment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the drought praying for the rain&lt;br /&gt;all it got was more sun&lt;br /&gt;Like bees searching for a flower&lt;br /&gt;all it got was a wilting garden&lt;br /&gt;Like the girl who waits for her love&lt;br /&gt;all she got was bitter rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much for one&lt;br /&gt;to expect disappointment&lt;br /&gt;They just look you up&lt;br /&gt;whenever you think&lt;br /&gt;there's light at the end of a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch you walk away&lt;br /&gt;from what could avoid&lt;br /&gt;a heart's dismay&lt;br /&gt;anger and hate is all but subsided&lt;br /&gt;Just like the rain in a drought&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing &lt;br /&gt;but a useless disappointment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-226623039616137158?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/226623039616137158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=226623039616137158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/226623039616137158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/226623039616137158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2011/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLPtldNTcI/AAAAAAAAALI/-7QSX0fcgzY/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7844944767441400787</id><published>2011-02-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:16:23.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny..how it is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Funny how you meet someone for a day&lt;br /&gt;and words kept flowing&lt;br /&gt;a feel of genuine comfort&lt;br /&gt;and just a touch of honesty&lt;br /&gt;So funny how chemistry works &lt;br /&gt;in its mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;ironically its just as hilarious&lt;br /&gt;they are never the ones who stay&lt;br /&gt;goodbye almost happens&lt;br /&gt;the very next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so smitten&lt;br /&gt;with a charming someone&lt;br /&gt;in just a day&lt;br /&gt;or just a moment for say&lt;br /&gt;and then he leaves&lt;br /&gt;never again..&lt;br /&gt;Funny how certain people&lt;br /&gt;are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;lingering around you&lt;br /&gt;why can't they go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass is always greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;how true is that saying&lt;br /&gt;I now know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about him&lt;br /&gt;so strange yet so true&lt;br /&gt;chemistry can be such a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;just&amp;nbsp;like fate,&lt;br /&gt;a cruel one at that too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-7844944767441400787?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7844944767441400787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7844944767441400787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7844944767441400787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7844944767441400787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSX2DBiyp2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WEz0pLBatZk/s1600/img031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSX2DBiyp2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WEz0pLBatZk/s200/img031.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;my heart flutters by&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;the bluebirds stop their fly&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;my whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;oceans and the waves&lt;br /&gt;I feel over the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;you hug me so tight&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;or my feet might take flight&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me in the car&lt;br /&gt;things go out of sight&lt;br /&gt;when you kiss me under the stars&lt;br /&gt;they sparkle, shone so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kissed me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;my tears start to flow&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the next kiss will come&lt;br /&gt;I'll never really know&lt;br /&gt;we lay down together&lt;br /&gt;staring in each others' eyes&lt;br /&gt;is the the goodbye kiss&lt;br /&gt;we never wanted&lt;br /&gt;or a part of our lives&lt;br /&gt;when you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;and said that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;the universe paused&lt;br /&gt;why did we..&lt;br /&gt;I missed your kisses&lt;br /&gt;will you come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;beyond the rivers and oceans&lt;br /&gt;kiss me again&lt;br /&gt;underneath the little hawaiian tree...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-8021578073154558764</id><published>2011-01-07T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:28:00.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a consequence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSXtOECalyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/p7-8ZJyQ6cE/s1600/img021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSXtOECalyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/p7-8ZJyQ6cE/s200/img021.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Life is an endless pavement&lt;br /&gt;full of bumps and holes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we trip and fall&lt;br /&gt;even with that little scratch&lt;br /&gt;we pick ourselves up&lt;br /&gt;and start our using brains more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little trouble,&lt;br /&gt;for a little attention&lt;br /&gt;Eat&amp;nbsp;your cake too&lt;br /&gt;and be prepared for the lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't bear the consequences&lt;br /&gt;then don't start the problem&lt;br /&gt;but if it does happen&lt;br /&gt;suck it up&lt;br /&gt;stop whining &lt;br /&gt;for useless attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-8021578073154558764?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/8021578073154558764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Love and hate&lt;br /&gt;such a fine line&lt;br /&gt;betrayal and distrust&lt;br /&gt;two lethal words&lt;br /&gt;once the dust settles&lt;br /&gt;vengeance cannot be undone&lt;br /&gt;Friendship and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;lay hanging over the dotted line&lt;br /&gt;all it takes of a broken friendship&lt;br /&gt;is a moment of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;just waiting.. and creeping&lt;br /&gt;for that right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a single piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;radiating in its elegance&lt;br /&gt;one knock&lt;br /&gt;it could all crash into pieces...&lt;br /&gt;Take a microscope&lt;br /&gt;peek into my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm as brittle as a glass&lt;br /&gt;a little delusional&lt;br /&gt;for my part&lt;br /&gt;as much as I despise that side of me&lt;br /&gt;to forgive is divine&lt;br /&gt;to forget&lt;br /&gt;it would take a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much I could say&lt;br /&gt;but ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be lovely..&lt;br /&gt;But.. I'm fucking over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;men are a dime a dozen&lt;br /&gt;not worth the tears&lt;br /&gt;they are probably right&lt;br /&gt;they were never the king of my world&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;friendships are not worth&lt;br /&gt;losing over that dime of a dozen&lt;br /&gt;but no more disillusions&lt;br /&gt;once broken,&lt;br /&gt;they ain't worth &lt;br /&gt;any more&lt;br /&gt;of my time&lt;br /&gt;nor my compassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6096302070338344706-7760257378486853817?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7760257378486853817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the world I imagined&lt;br /&gt;you would be there&lt;br /&gt;In the world I pictured&lt;br /&gt;you would be holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;far too long time has passed&lt;br /&gt;my door to that world&lt;br /&gt;still lay in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments I want to throw the key&lt;br /&gt;moments I want to banish&lt;br /&gt;still I hang on to it&lt;br /&gt;why am I still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;when you're on the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;What would it take for you to realize&lt;br /&gt;what I've&amp;nbsp;longed realized&lt;br /&gt;Iv hung on the believe&lt;br /&gt;though we can never be&lt;br /&gt;still I keep you a part of me&lt;br /&gt;if I knew an end was inevitable&lt;br /&gt;if I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;still..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-7254603811410309875?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7254603811410309875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7254603811410309875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7254603811410309875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7254603811410309875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2011/01/end.html' title='The end...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSX6ZrHHHCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/IbEfnLAHc6c/s72-c/164648_1615571002977_1647391300_1397419_7810558_n+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-365700324324380090</id><published>2010-08-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:23:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things seem rather,&lt;br /&gt;a sea of blur&lt;br /&gt;my heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;completely un-sync,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts used to be filled with words&lt;br /&gt;now left blanked,&lt;br /&gt;uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;heart beats in a flutter of waves&lt;br /&gt;from excitements to disappointments&lt;br /&gt;chemistry within a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;timing is all but plain wrong&lt;br /&gt;right person at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;is it always that way&lt;br /&gt;too fussy or&lt;br /&gt;its time to be on the getaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships seem to be in question&lt;br /&gt;sheer frustrations&lt;br /&gt;rely on no one but you&lt;br /&gt;it’s a letdown after a letdown&lt;br /&gt;depend on them&lt;br /&gt;results in a series of frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that moment of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;my only delight&lt;br /&gt;time to be a little selfish&lt;br /&gt;stand up and fight&lt;br /&gt;I’m that petal&lt;br /&gt;always getting plucked&lt;br /&gt;time to stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;and fight for my sunlight&lt;br /&gt;or I’m just gona get fucked... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-365700324324380090?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/365700324324380090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=365700324324380090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/365700324324380090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/365700324324380090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2010/08/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7569618447193926971</id><published>2010-03-04T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:49:26.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSG3fxiDxRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LfqXNmY5GzA/s1600/P9210313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSG3fxiDxRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LfqXNmY5GzA/s200/P9210313.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;We spend half of our lives waiting..&lt;br /&gt;be it waiting for the bus&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the rain to stop pouring&lt;br /&gt;pondering for the future&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for that certain someone &lt;br /&gt;to maybe at least..&lt;br /&gt;return your call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we are waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;its just part of life&lt;br /&gt;whether we like it or n&lt;br /&gt;whether we want to or not,&lt;br /&gt;whether its necessary or just&lt;br /&gt;a complete waste of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we wait and wait&lt;br /&gt;and before we realise it,&lt;br /&gt;it becomes pointless&lt;br /&gt;we wait for that special someone&lt;br /&gt;to wake up and realise&lt;br /&gt;we’ve been here all along..&lt;br /&gt;We wait for that someone&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate our effort&lt;br /&gt;even if it’s just with a smile&lt;br /&gt;we wait for that someone&lt;br /&gt;to remember why they’re worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;all this while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wait is full of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never really know&lt;br /&gt;as the hand just ticks away&lt;br /&gt;you question yourself,&lt;br /&gt;if they truly are worth your clock&lt;br /&gt;or if it’s just another one big lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was a sign&lt;br /&gt;to flash me a warning&lt;br /&gt;of what a fool I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;how this I could not have foreseen&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m done waiting&lt;br /&gt;You robbed me of my wait and my time&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;you were never worth&lt;br /&gt;a single beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;nor a single of my dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-7569618447193926971?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7569618447193926971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7569618447193926971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7569618447193926971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7569618447193926971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-spend-half-of-our-lives-waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TSG3fxiDxRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LfqXNmY5GzA/s72-c/P9210313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-8067722841590652443</id><published>2010-02-04T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:17:47.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freeze my warm little heart&lt;br /&gt;so those tears would stop&lt;br /&gt;harden my light hearted soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so the pain could never get close&lt;br /&gt;why feel such care for you&lt;br /&gt;when you never do the same&lt;br /&gt;why try so hard&lt;br /&gt;when all I get back is in vain&lt;br /&gt;why make you a priority&lt;br /&gt;when Im only an option in yours&lt;br /&gt;time to get a grip&lt;br /&gt;and come back down to reality&lt;br /&gt;don’t waste any more time&lt;br /&gt;if all I do is think of it&lt;br /&gt;such harsh comments&lt;br /&gt;for all my honesty&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;the truth is just nothing but my own misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it&lt;br /&gt;let the cold succumb&lt;br /&gt;heartache will lessen&lt;br /&gt;everything will be numb&lt;br /&gt;hope is just a 4 letter word&lt;br /&gt;merely exists for fools&lt;br /&gt;with no grasp for reality&lt;br /&gt;so dumb, I’m just a tool&lt;br /&gt;so is love..&lt;br /&gt;Such is a word&lt;br /&gt;colder than the rain&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn from now on,&lt;br /&gt;love is temporary happiness&lt;br /&gt;with showers of heartache and pain..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-8067722841590652443?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/8067722841590652443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=8067722841590652443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/8067722841590652443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/8067722841590652443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken hearted....'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-6362243580112607676</id><published>2009-12-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:51:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 at a glance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long year has come to past,&lt;br /&gt;before you could grab hold of reality&lt;br /&gt;your 365 days are up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rocky journey&lt;br /&gt;from start till end &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZOxx-RmNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/75nsVEIHvRo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102219094694098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZOxx-RmNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/75nsVEIHvRo/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most amazing memories, they all started in&lt;br /&gt;never in the same way, did it always end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of tears iv shed&lt;br /&gt;Some are happy,&lt;br /&gt;some are sad&lt;br /&gt;Friends I’ve met and known&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to love&lt;br /&gt;Always there in my time of need&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;In moments, I so desperately seek&lt;br /&gt;Led to a blossomed friendship&lt;br /&gt;I so sorely miss. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZPVEUQeFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pi1qorqTTM4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102825314154578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZPVEUQeFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pi1qorqTTM4/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things never do last&lt;br /&gt;at the airport we bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me sweet memories,&lt;br /&gt;that money can never buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been that year of career sorts&lt;br /&gt;Iv come to realise&lt;br /&gt;Blew my 26th candle&lt;br /&gt;and I thought;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am I doing with my life&lt;br /&gt;New year, new decisions&lt;br /&gt;less procrastinations&lt;br /&gt;More aggressive actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZQNE7JpCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j0-6pUkJ9do/s1600-h/DSCN0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103787549959202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZQNE7JpCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j0-6pUkJ9do/s200/DSCN0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painful moments of my heart&lt;br /&gt;as I learnt to let go&lt;br /&gt;that certain someone,&lt;br /&gt;I should have done so,&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;my heart still scarred&lt;br /&gt;time never did heal it yet&lt;br /&gt;how do you fall for something&lt;br /&gt;that you really never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv learnt to get back on my white horse&lt;br /&gt;still grabbing on to the rope&lt;br /&gt;and it never did struck me&lt;br /&gt;I would be slipping again&lt;br /&gt;down a rocky slope&lt;br /&gt;How did I let history repeat itself&lt;br /&gt;somebody once said&lt;br /&gt;before I knew it,&lt;br /&gt;it was far too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucked into the pits of 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iv dug up a hole,&lt;br /&gt;I could fall back in&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it’s just a molehill&lt;br /&gt;made into a mountain&lt;br /&gt;I just have to get over it&lt;br /&gt;obstacles will always appear&lt;br /&gt;and I will deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers&lt;br /&gt;it would be a happier year&lt;br /&gt;with a certain somebody&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things will work out&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;we'd be together....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-6362243580112607676?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/6362243580112607676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=6362243580112607676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6362243580112607676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/6362243580112607676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-at-glance.html' title='2010 at a glance...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SyZOxx-RmNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/75nsVEIHvRo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-4186175417678154169</id><published>2009-09-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:51:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stop holding my hands..&lt;br /&gt;if all you do,&lt;br /&gt;is going to let them go&lt;br /&gt;stop hugging me so tight&lt;br /&gt;if you're going&lt;br /&gt;to make that warmth&lt;br /&gt;leave me cold..&lt;br /&gt;stop wiping away my tears&lt;br /&gt;if you're going&lt;br /&gt;to make me tear so much more&lt;br /&gt;stop giving a kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;if all you're returning me&lt;br /&gt;is a thousand kisses goodbye ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying that you care&lt;br /&gt;and then, make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;why u left me there&lt;br /&gt;stop saying that we'l see each other again&lt;br /&gt;when you know&lt;br /&gt;inevitably,&lt;br /&gt;we definitely won't..&lt;br /&gt;stop saying that everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;when you know that it clearly wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;stop making me promises&lt;br /&gt;if all you're going to do&lt;br /&gt;is break them all..&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying sorry,&lt;br /&gt;for even a thousand apologies&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't change anything at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop whatever that you are doing,&lt;br /&gt;and just let me think..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully one day&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop and realise&lt;br /&gt;you were nothing more&lt;br /&gt;than a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;from the sweetest of dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-4186175417678154169?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5231502136214560109</id><published>2009-08-25T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:12:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im giving up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLQG-U8rLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oc4ytcPqdao/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373586123635076274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLQG-U8rLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oc4ytcPqdao/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you think when you love someone&lt;br /&gt;you can hop through all your obstacles&lt;br /&gt;even those miles apart&lt;br /&gt;we call distance..&lt;br /&gt;then we realise the times we spent apart&lt;br /&gt;might never make up&lt;br /&gt;for those times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;we tend to lose that touch,&lt;br /&gt;that feeling we once had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that moment comes,&lt;br /&gt;one day and I pick up my pen&lt;br /&gt;stared blankly at an open page&lt;br /&gt;and begin to wonder&lt;br /&gt;..what should I write&lt;br /&gt;dialled your number&lt;br /&gt;and you pick up&lt;br /&gt;struck me then,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;All Im left with,&lt;br /&gt;is the memories of us&lt;br /&gt;wish time would have stopped then,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe I'd still be holding your hand..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5231502136214560109?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5231502136214560109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=5231502136214560109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5231502136214560109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5231502136214560109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-think-when-you-love-someone-you-can.html' title='Im giving up....'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLQG-U8rLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oc4ytcPqdao/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-157431931407915424</id><published>2009-08-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:59:48.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships far apart.. part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpVN1z94IbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fCFBp12vUM/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374287317214699954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpVN1z94IbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fCFBp12vUM/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpVCJ594ZKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/udGAcL7mHAs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/So7c0yOLTNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0f8Xmrnb_78/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Distance is sucha crazy thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could people living so far.. always seemed much so near..&lt;br /&gt;how could somebody on a different land.. made you feel so peaceful, so close, so dear&lt;br /&gt;how could just your shoulders.. could simply wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;how could your hugs.. keep my sad lil blues away..&lt;br /&gt;how could things be so simple..made so difficult.. coz of those miles apart..&lt;br /&gt;how do you tell them ul miss them..and wish things would never change..&lt;br /&gt;how do u replace a friend, maybe something more.. it might never come by again..&lt;br /&gt;how could people in my life disappear as fast as they appear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distance &amp;amp; friends are such crazy things..&lt;br /&gt;far too crazy in my reality..&lt;br /&gt;wish it only happened in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-157431931407915424?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/157431931407915424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpVN1z94IbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fCFBp12vUM/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-3843803796165692959</id><published>2009-08-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:03:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships far apart.. part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLRWydp4FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7InGX38Hx0g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373587494839902290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLRWydp4FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7InGX38Hx0g/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/So7UHEpXdSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OkVmaHoYaqY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know when you meet the certain people who instantly makes an impact on y0ur life.. somehow its so hard to let them go.. these friends are one of a lifetime, who aint happenin again in y0ur life anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know they'l never leave u.. always will be there for you.. but when that time comes to let them go.. no amount of tears will ever replace them.. or how much u mean to them.. and u wonder, why they ever have to go.. and if onLy these people are just meant to exist for that speciaL moment in your life.. remember to smile cause you'll always treasure those moments, good &amp;amp; bad, because it happened.. not because it ends..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-3843803796165692959?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3843803796165692959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3843803796165692959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3843803796165692959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3843803796165692959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-when-you-meet-certain-people.html' title='Friendships far apart.. part 1'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SpLRWydp4FI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7InGX38Hx0g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-1699287300825696099</id><published>2009-08-20T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:18:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned around....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;you lay one on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;for every one of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;I got your hug &amp;amp; your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;I was in your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;My only inspiration&lt;br /&gt;took flight so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;my clouds turned grey&lt;br /&gt;my hands stood still&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find anything,&lt;br /&gt;anything to write or say&lt;br /&gt;my hopes diminishing,&lt;br /&gt;happiness depleting,&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;It was far too late&lt;br /&gt;overcame with silence&lt;br /&gt;It was just fate&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;I lost my way,&lt;br /&gt;pricked my finger on a rose thorn,&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;you were already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-1699287300825696099?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-6471337735805439428</id><published>2009-06-09T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:02:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s0metimes you juSt gona have t0 learn t0 let them go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People in our lives&lt;br /&gt;they all come and go&lt;br /&gt;some leave a piece of them&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;some you wish,&lt;br /&gt;never crossed our paths&lt;br /&gt;You strolled into my life&lt;br /&gt;always such a dear&lt;br /&gt;You brought me much smiles&lt;br /&gt;Tears too,So I feared&lt;br /&gt;You stole a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;When you left that day&lt;br /&gt;I look around now&lt;br /&gt;It feels so empty&lt;br /&gt;dreading that very moment&lt;br /&gt;I knew I’m gona feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we all have to move on&lt;br /&gt;Despite of these all&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learnt to pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;during this heartbreakingly, bad fall&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to cry&lt;br /&gt;because it’s over&lt;br /&gt;I should just smile&lt;br /&gt;because you happened&lt;br /&gt;I won’t say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;maybe I’ll see you again&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing you still&lt;br /&gt;up to this day&lt;br /&gt;Never will forget your touch&lt;br /&gt;nor your deep kisses&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;under the deep pouring rain..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-6471337735805439428?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-3974879012899601763</id><published>2009-05-20T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:00:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when my world seems&lt;br /&gt;all dark and bleak&lt;br /&gt;I fall back onto you&lt;br /&gt;when everything&lt;br /&gt;never made any sense&lt;br /&gt;I come running back to you&lt;br /&gt;like a pillar of strength&lt;br /&gt;you were to me&lt;br /&gt;I clung on tight&lt;br /&gt;even though time has passed&lt;br /&gt;and you were out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I fall free&lt;br /&gt;into your arms&lt;br /&gt;towards your gravity&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart with you&lt;br /&gt;never got it back&lt;br /&gt;all wounded in pieces&lt;br /&gt;why it is so&lt;br /&gt;please set me free&lt;br /&gt;you’re on to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to keep falling back,&lt;br /&gt;back into your gravity..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-3974879012899601763?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3974879012899601763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3974879012899601763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3974879012899601763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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been&lt;br /&gt;You were the last person&lt;br /&gt;I’d imagined&lt;br /&gt;we had much to click&lt;br /&gt;your deep green eyes&lt;br /&gt;caught me right&lt;br /&gt;where I should never sunk in&lt;br /&gt;But now I can’t help&lt;br /&gt;but wonder&lt;br /&gt;if I never met you&lt;br /&gt;I’d never have known&lt;br /&gt;how distant&lt;br /&gt;you could be&lt;br /&gt;Your hazelnut hair&lt;br /&gt;falls perfectly&lt;br /&gt;whereever the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;A smile so sweet&lt;br /&gt;turns friends from foes&lt;br /&gt;What it seemed&lt;br /&gt;was only fun&lt;br /&gt;turned out nothing&lt;br /&gt;like I’ve foreseen&lt;br /&gt;rather anything&lt;br /&gt;wrapped me up in confusion&lt;br /&gt;nowhere near&lt;br /&gt;where I chose to be in&lt;br /&gt;Such feelings are oh so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Swept by guilt&lt;br /&gt;I knew somebody was there all along&lt;br /&gt;Did u have to mess with,&lt;br /&gt;my head and my feelings&lt;br /&gt;or did I fell for it&lt;br /&gt;far too easily&lt;br /&gt;You were a friend&lt;br /&gt;a listening ear&lt;br /&gt;which lasted no longer&lt;br /&gt;then my dried up tears&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I might miss you&lt;br /&gt;just a little, or not too much&lt;br /&gt;When that time comes&lt;br /&gt;I hope it won’t hurt just as much&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never see each other again&lt;br /&gt;So sad and so true&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget you&lt;br /&gt;A special friend&lt;br /&gt;Who was there for me&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the blues...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6096302070338344706-6272826131117708714?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/6272826131117708714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5185019260435541254</id><published>2009-04-20T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:33:59.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desire,&lt;br /&gt;that deep self want,&lt;br /&gt;that yearning urge..&lt;br /&gt;the desire to love&lt;br /&gt;someone we can’t have&lt;br /&gt;the desire to possess&lt;br /&gt;something we don’t own&lt;br /&gt;the desire to be&lt;br /&gt;someone we only admire&lt;br /&gt;the desire to be someplace&lt;br /&gt;somewhere we only dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;When will that desire&lt;br /&gt;finally begin to put out&lt;br /&gt;or will that desire&lt;br /&gt;be just an obsession&lt;br /&gt;all throughout..&lt;br /&gt;An act on desire&lt;br /&gt;in yourself, you would lose&lt;br /&gt;A yearn for that desire&lt;br /&gt;would you regret&lt;br /&gt;on that, you so choose&lt;br /&gt;Would it be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;to act on one’s desire&lt;br /&gt;for you might just trip and fall&lt;br /&gt;or experience&lt;br /&gt;that one moment of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;desire may not be&lt;br /&gt;such a bad thing after all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5185019260435541254?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5185019260435541254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=5185019260435541254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SenUMkItqfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hs9TL4Mzsyc/s1600-h/S5030464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326021346666064370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SenUMkItqfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hs9TL4Mzsyc/s200/S5030464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SenTDuDEwPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/njhONj6ppEs/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stare at the sky&lt;br /&gt;fluffy clouds float nearby&lt;br /&gt;surround yourself&lt;br /&gt;with yellow sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;waves crashing down by the seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned on closer&lt;br /&gt;to glance a view&lt;br /&gt;my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;I could hear your laughter&lt;br /&gt;as you’re driving through&lt;br /&gt;what’s with the hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never really know&lt;br /&gt;you’ve always been mine&lt;br /&gt;as I’ve always been yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;who are you clinging on to&lt;br /&gt;instead of me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tiny white grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;ran softly through my hands&lt;br /&gt;As you’re slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t comprehend&lt;br /&gt;staring at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;who is that looking back&lt;br /&gt;where was that smile&lt;br /&gt;she used to have&lt;br /&gt;oh no wait,&lt;br /&gt;is that the same person staring back&lt;br /&gt;has it been that far too long&lt;br /&gt;full moons &amp;amp; sunsets&lt;br /&gt;have been up high &amp;amp; beyond&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been mine&lt;br /&gt;as I’ve always been yours...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6096302070338344706-3209259671135358924?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3209259671135358924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3209259671135358924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3209259671135358924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3209259671135358924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-y0urs.html' title='Im y0urs...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SenUMkItqfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hs9TL4Mzsyc/s72-c/S5030464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-8479059549901053495</id><published>2009-03-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:49:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They say, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SdB5Lmsf0nI/AAAAAAAAADk/vvJoihKyidg/s1600-h/hawaii117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318884400197259890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SdB5Lmsf0nI/AAAAAAAAADk/vvJoihKyidg/s200/hawaii117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all good things must come to an end&lt;br /&gt;It is then,&lt;br /&gt;when we all have to part&lt;br /&gt;As hurt as it may be&lt;br /&gt;As much sorrow that befalls&lt;br /&gt;time will slowly begin&lt;br /&gt;to heal it all&lt;br /&gt;Such partings could be forever&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;For it makes you start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;if there was ever a need for such a good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SdB5Lmsf0nI/AAAAAAAAADk/vvJoihKyidg/s72-c/hawaii117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-2870959995821455716</id><published>2009-03-20T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:00:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies,&lt;br /&gt;everyone lies&lt;br /&gt;be it a white lie,&lt;br /&gt;to hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;be it that small lie&lt;br /&gt;to cover the truth&lt;br /&gt;when that little lie&lt;br /&gt;starts to hold its grip&lt;br /&gt;fills that barrel of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;from being just skin deep..&lt;br /&gt;When all’s that said &amp;amp; done&lt;br /&gt;and that lie devours you so&lt;br /&gt;It deepens your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;drowns you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;so long Iv kept,&lt;br /&gt;this lil’ burden&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what I’ve foreseen&lt;br /&gt;it could have lead to&lt;br /&gt;if only,&lt;br /&gt;you knew for all this while&lt;br /&gt;today would not have been as lonely&lt;br /&gt;as it would have seemed&lt;br /&gt;just trapped by&lt;br /&gt;this small little lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wonder what it could have been..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-2870959995821455716?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/2870959995821455716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=2870959995821455716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/2870959995821455716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/2870959995821455716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/03/lies.html' title='Lies...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5431565801341224929</id><published>2009-01-31T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:17:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starry night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bright sparkles of stars&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the big dark sky&lt;br /&gt;Like the little sparkles in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lights up my face&lt;br /&gt;Together with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Just like those stars&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful yet so far&lt;br /&gt;fall here into my arms&lt;br /&gt;as you would&lt;br /&gt;just like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;will u kiss me&lt;br /&gt;beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;with  pretty fireflies &lt;br /&gt;glowing under the bright moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Before I float away&lt;br /&gt;don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;just hold me close, hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Just like a little dream&lt;br /&gt;you seem so out of sight&lt;br /&gt;where have you been all this while&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here wishing for you&lt;br /&gt;every day every night&lt;br /&gt;Would I find you&lt;br /&gt;amongst the glowing gems of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Would I find you&lt;br /&gt;holding my stolen smile&lt;br /&gt;I’m like a faded star&lt;br /&gt;that’s lost its shine&lt;br /&gt;Would u return to my side&lt;br /&gt;and be that sparkle in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5431565801341224929?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5431565801341224929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=5431565801341224929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5431565801341224929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5431565801341224929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2009/01/starry-night.html' title='starry night..'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5064127167466400359</id><published>2008-12-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:46:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>th0se 5 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the way you place your hand on my lap&lt;br /&gt;on the long pleasant drives&lt;br /&gt;Its the way you dance with me &lt;br /&gt;like its just us two&lt;br /&gt;in this world&lt;br /&gt;just leading our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the way you hold my hand in the water&lt;br /&gt;never letting me go&lt;br /&gt;Its the way you never left my side&lt;br /&gt;through my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was never alone&lt;br /&gt;And the way you cuddle me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;could put me into&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest &amp;amp; slumber of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 5 things&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember of you&lt;br /&gt;the 5 thingsthat only matters to me&lt;br /&gt;so it seems&lt;br /&gt;Its those 5 things,&lt;br /&gt;that made me fall so deeply for you&lt;br /&gt;the 5 things&lt;br /&gt;I would trade everything for&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I could have you&lt;br /&gt;back in my life once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to look back&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to cry&lt;br /&gt;you’re not worth any of my tears&lt;br /&gt;nor my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;should the time comes &amp;amp; we meet again&lt;br /&gt;I believe then I’d be truly happy&lt;br /&gt;to walk past you&lt;br /&gt;and never having to ever feel the pain..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5064127167466400359?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5064127167466400359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=5064127167466400359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5064127167466400359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/5064127167466400359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2008/12/th0se-5-things.html' title='th0se 5 things...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7103289336525256058</id><published>2008-11-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:46:13.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never meant t0 be.. a fairytale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SRgeww9fnlI/AAAAAAAAACs/qdYfqs3FYp0/s1600-h/img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266993587335175762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SRgeww9fnlI/AAAAAAAAACs/qdYfqs3FYp0/s200/img027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new chapter to be written&lt;br /&gt;a chapter of you &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;the sparkles in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the warmth in your touch&lt;br /&gt;what a fairytale it would have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekking through the forest&lt;br /&gt;too lonely and quiet;&lt;br /&gt;was the canopy of green&lt;br /&gt;As I kept on moving&lt;br /&gt;my eyes met you&lt;br /&gt;I kept on running&lt;br /&gt;I kept on stumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;when the best part of me&lt;br /&gt;was always you&lt;br /&gt;What do I say&lt;br /&gt;when you make me fall&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I’m the one to pay&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;how could you leave me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the rocks on a cliff&lt;br /&gt;my heart went crumbling down&lt;br /&gt;did you ever stop to see&lt;br /&gt;how much it really hurt me&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late for hurt is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Under a rock,&lt;br /&gt;I’m buried beneath&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to climb out&lt;br /&gt;or never, it would seem&lt;br /&gt;I screamed your name out loud&lt;br /&gt;but I just can’t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;truth be told&lt;br /&gt;my tears rolled, deep down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Chapter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;that last chapter of your fairytale&lt;br /&gt;instead I was just its history,&lt;br /&gt;carrying the pieces of a broken tragedy&lt;br /&gt;With a wave of a wand,&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;next moment, seems to be&lt;br /&gt;you were nothing more but a dream&lt;br /&gt;I’m closing my chapters&lt;br /&gt;is it truly over then..&lt;br /&gt;Like a princess still awaiting&lt;br /&gt;for her prince charming&lt;br /&gt;to come save her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;right till the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/6096302070338344706-7103289336525256058?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7103289336525256058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7103289336525256058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7103289336525256058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7103289336525256058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-meant-t0-be-fairytale.html' title='never meant t0 be.. a fairytale...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SRgeww9fnlI/AAAAAAAAACs/qdYfqs3FYp0/s72-c/img027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7507788284354468883</id><published>2008-11-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:06:37.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y0ur birthdAy p0etry present....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I never met you,&lt;br /&gt;would you be in my thoughts now&lt;br /&gt;If I never flew over for you,&lt;br /&gt;Would it have saved me a million tears&lt;br /&gt;If every poem I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I’d write even more&lt;br /&gt;every minute ,every hour, everyday&lt;br /&gt;If I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;could I learn to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Pains to know you rather not see me again&lt;br /&gt;what did I ever do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you never realise&lt;br /&gt;what you’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;till you lose it&lt;br /&gt;Seems like that it never really got started&lt;br /&gt;you’ve already begun to end it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the ocean was just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sinking in so deep&lt;br /&gt;and if all that ocean was the reason&lt;br /&gt;then maybe I never meant that much to you&lt;br /&gt;as much as I thought I did..&lt;br /&gt;Every second of happiness I felt&lt;br /&gt;I got back a thousand knife stabs through&lt;br /&gt;did I ever mention,&lt;br /&gt;you are the only boy I ever said, ‘I love you’ to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one day you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; find that you’re missing me&lt;br /&gt;You glance to your left&lt;br /&gt;a note of goodbye&lt;br /&gt;is the last you’ll ever see&lt;br /&gt;that picture on my wall&lt;br /&gt;that’s the closest to you&lt;br /&gt;that I would ever be&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, I love you&lt;br /&gt;more than you’ll ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;or what it could have been..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-7507788284354468883?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7507788284354468883/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-7072228761218071724</id><published>2008-10-22T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:32:26.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~smiLe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SP7IO7XSoVI/AAAAAAAAACk/FOFCYGc38xY/s1600-h/img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259861573594423634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SP7IO7XSoVI/AAAAAAAAACk/FOFCYGc38xY/s200/img031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyone wears a smile&lt;br /&gt;to hide the sadness behind it&lt;br /&gt;to hide the fear beneath it&lt;br /&gt;or show the happiness they felt from it &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SP7HuIbpL9I/AAAAAAAAACc/SffdfhUy-5E/s1600-h/img031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But under that facade of smile&lt;br /&gt;lies the truth&lt;br /&gt;one keeps deep rooted in their heart&lt;br /&gt;should that smile ever wear off&lt;br /&gt;would you come save me&lt;br /&gt;or will it just be lost&lt;br /&gt;slowly disappearing&lt;br /&gt;into the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my smile,&lt;br /&gt;so slowly now&lt;br /&gt;if u didn’t already know&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep it on&lt;br /&gt;to hide tat diminishing hope&lt;br /&gt;not knowing how much longer I can hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;br /&gt;please give me back that smile&lt;br /&gt;together with your hug&lt;br /&gt;even if it’s just for a little while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-7072228761218071724?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/7072228761218071724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=7072228761218071724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7072228761218071724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/7072228761218071724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2008/10/smile.html' title='~smiLe...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SP7IO7XSoVI/AAAAAAAAACk/FOFCYGc38xY/s72-c/img031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5877767561776743895</id><published>2008-10-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:30:37.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SPjLkTh1ZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/cFBqsiwAswQ/s1600-h/DSCN1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258176389532968258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="127" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SPjLkTh1ZUI/AAAAAAAAACU/cFBqsiwAswQ/s200/DSCN1797.JPG" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals all wounds&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there&lt;br /&gt;staringat the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes &amp;amp; smile&lt;br /&gt;mirrored straight to mine&lt;br /&gt;through the foggy glass pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I’ve yearned for your kisses&lt;br /&gt;That warm touch against my lips&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to run to you&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to stop &amp;amp; turn back&lt;br /&gt;Still I want to miss you&lt;br /&gt;Still I want to come back&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my hand&lt;br /&gt;before I float away&lt;br /&gt;I would write a million poems&lt;br /&gt;If it was the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that could make you stay&lt;br /&gt;How do I erase my memory of you in my head&lt;br /&gt;When everything I see&lt;br /&gt;is nothing more but dreams of you &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand to my heart&lt;br /&gt;and you will find that&lt;br /&gt;you are the only boy&lt;br /&gt;who makes my heart beat slower &amp;amp; faster at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Hours, days, months and still here I am&lt;br /&gt;still hopelessly stranded&lt;br /&gt;staring at the same sunset&lt;br /&gt;longing for your love,&lt;br /&gt;and your kiss&lt;br /&gt;till that moment passes you by..&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-5877767561776743895?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5877767561776743895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-3179770098361387301</id><published>2008-10-13T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:34:14.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ign0rance..is bLiss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions,&lt;br /&gt;they just linger in our minds&lt;br /&gt;would they remain there&lt;br /&gt;and stay wondered&lt;br /&gt;or would answers&lt;br /&gt;reveal themselves&lt;br /&gt;in due time&lt;br /&gt;Will he come back&lt;br /&gt;will he leave&lt;br /&gt;will I ever see him again&lt;br /&gt;or will it just be&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than a memory&lt;br /&gt;As much as we dreamt&lt;br /&gt;As much as we hoped&lt;br /&gt;it would be the answer we wish&lt;br /&gt;reality would appear&lt;br /&gt;right at our very eyes&lt;br /&gt;for it to make us realise&lt;br /&gt;the truth&lt;br /&gt;behind that saying,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is always bliss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-3179770098361387301?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3179770098361387301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3179770098361387301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3179770098361387301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3179770098361387301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2008/10/ign0ranceis-bliss.html' title='Ign0rance..is bLiss..'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-5708756391981410830</id><published>2008-09-30T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:07:08.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SOGlxemXvbI/AAAAAAAAACE/P36U_rpz8gw/s1600-h/img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251660909936885170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SOGlxemXvbI/AAAAAAAAACE/P36U_rpz8gw/s200/img028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Developing an infatuation for one&lt;br /&gt;Gives you every reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;he is the one for you&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the best reason;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photographs&lt;br /&gt;to seize the moment&lt;br /&gt;Capturing his smile&lt;br /&gt;Replaying it on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Such are the bitter sweet things&lt;br /&gt;that may not last&lt;br /&gt;But in the haze of all that infatuation&lt;br /&gt;It could be everything&lt;br /&gt;you have been searching for&lt;br /&gt;all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-5708756391981410830?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/5708756391981410830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SOGlxemXvbI/AAAAAAAAACE/P36U_rpz8gw/s72-c/img028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-3462801790610307888</id><published>2008-09-30T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:30:24.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;such a simple word&lt;br /&gt;yet it could mean so much&lt;br /&gt;caused me misery &amp;amp; pain,&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;is that all you can say&lt;br /&gt;after you used me&lt;br /&gt;then tell me&lt;br /&gt;to get off the train&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;if only it was that simple&lt;br /&gt;you’ve hurt me bad&lt;br /&gt;but guess you’re not worth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the tears I’ve shed&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve departed&lt;br /&gt;and left me broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;it never got started&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;but don’t say I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen&lt;br /&gt;you just left me this way&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;when she’s by your side&lt;br /&gt;am I even on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I should have realised&lt;br /&gt;you are a f—king waste of time&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;do you really mean&lt;br /&gt;what you say&lt;br /&gt;or is it just guilt&lt;br /&gt;to make me go away&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;my mind leaves me confused&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all along&lt;br /&gt;it was me using you&lt;br /&gt;you were just his substitute&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;for I’m sorry too&lt;br /&gt;I’m saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;for the last time sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;I’m slamming the door on you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-3462801790610307888?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/3462801790610307888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=3462801790610307888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3462801790610307888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/3462801790610307888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>aloharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662485714314271341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/TVLODTafIkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KFRHwJTc33Y/s220/DSCN3603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096302070338344706.post-4511568805718872575</id><published>2008-09-30T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:04:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SOEIGRe4KxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yGX7uFRNlxQ/s1600-h/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251487544355859218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SOEIGRe4KxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yGX7uFRNlxQ/s200/img009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temptation,&lt;br /&gt;appears when you least expect it,&lt;br /&gt;temptation,&lt;br /&gt;arises when you least desire it,&lt;br /&gt;in a form of a new love,&lt;br /&gt;a new friend,&lt;br /&gt;a new interest,&lt;br /&gt;Temptation,&lt;br /&gt;never does it knock on your front door,&lt;br /&gt;it just leans on your doorbell,&lt;br /&gt;Temptation,&lt;br /&gt;will we succumb to it&lt;br /&gt;and if we do,&lt;br /&gt;we must realize,&lt;br /&gt;it’s always the morning after,&lt;br /&gt;that we have to face&lt;br /&gt;the consequences of&lt;br /&gt;Temptation..&lt;/em&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/6096302070338344706-4511568805718872575?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/4511568805718872575/comments/default' 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/&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I will always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget about Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;This poem has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more than you could ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Ross Jordan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6096302070338344706-1260342635717467907?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/1260342635717467907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=1260342635717467907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SPLok8yckrI/AAAAAAAAACM/wVqDxP69LWQ/s1600-h/pictures%2520230%5B1%5Dccopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256519436585439922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SPLok8yckrI/AAAAAAAAACM/wVqDxP69LWQ/s200/pictures%2520230%5B1%5Dccopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b8IFBhF1ahI/SN4s_mNv8OI/AAAAAAAAABY/XZb7cna_d7o/s1600-h/n787362761_509829_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of the times we lay on the beach&lt;br /&gt;the sky darkens as the sun starts to set&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved every single second of that moment&lt;br /&gt;hoping time would come to a standstill&lt;br /&gt;From walking down the streets of Waikiki&lt;br /&gt;With cold stone melting down our hands&lt;br /&gt;To snorkelling in the deep blue waters&lt;br /&gt;seeing fishes I never dreamt I could see&lt;br /&gt;Memories of that kept running through my head&lt;br /&gt;Could never forget all of it&lt;br /&gt;Best times I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vast miles of oceans&lt;br /&gt;lay calm between our paths&lt;br /&gt;Still you’re the only person&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t stop thinking about&lt;br /&gt;A tiny message could lit a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;A simple call would make me float right up into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I’ve just realised of the impossibility&lt;br /&gt;Coz up till now&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been living somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;of what’s a dream &amp;amp; just reality..&lt;br /&gt;Every hour every minute drifting further apart&lt;br /&gt;slowly ripping pieces off my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;conversations that’s just left hanging&lt;br /&gt;It’s fading away from life each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In darkness you’re all I see&lt;br /&gt;In the stormy rain&lt;br /&gt;you’re the silver lining shining on me&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the reason my heart’s still bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stop &amp;amp; try&lt;br /&gt;If that time really comes&lt;br /&gt;Could I really say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I could do would change anything&lt;br /&gt;Even time alone could not erase everything&lt;br /&gt;Still so many things that have yet to be said&lt;br /&gt;It’s just laying there on the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;But silence is all that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;By then, I guess.. it’ll all probably be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we never see each other again&lt;br /&gt;would u miss me&lt;br /&gt;If you found another happiness&lt;br /&gt;would u still think of me&lt;br /&gt;If our paths crossed again&lt;br /&gt;would u still remember me&lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;make me feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;but I would gladly go through it all&lt;br /&gt;if someday I knew..&lt;br /&gt;It would lead me back to you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6096302070338344706-2399495329717247476?l=aloharin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aloharin.blogspot.com/feeds/2399495329717247476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6096302070338344706&amp;postID=2399495329717247476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6096302070338344706/posts/default/2399495329717247476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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