<?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-2294913777060373821</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:06:17.836-08:00</updated><category term='=('/><category term='item sucks'/><category term='inner feelings'/><category term='A day before Mid-Autumn Festival'/><category term='LoNeLy'/><title type='text'>Ivan xP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-5074197521361042261</id><published>2010-07-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:50:29.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THe EnD</title><content type='html'>No more,&lt;br /&gt;It ends here.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. ,&lt;br /&gt;This life had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IvAn-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-5074197521361042261?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/5074197521361042261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/07/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/5074197521361042261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/5074197521361042261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/07/end.html' title='THe EnD'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-1803223731429567372</id><published>2010-07-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:06:28.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner feelings'/><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>I'm all alone again. Usually self pity will overwhelm me. But not now. Maybe in the past. It just don't work anymore. I had realise that this is a fact. That people will be constantly changing. Their appearance, their attitude.. Even their feelings towards someone. With the exception of commitement, I think i finally understand that i should let go of all the person i love. Letting go in the sense that they will have more freedom. Not to be hold down with me. Stuck like glue to me. NO! It shouldn't turn out that way. But if it must, then i will have to suffer alone only. No one else. This is because the whole problem start with me. The less person i love, the less pain i feel when they are going to leave. Of course, nothing last forever. Thus, i guessed i had finally understand what life meant by this way and i kinda accept it in my own harsh way. On top of that, no matter what path i choose, I am going to suffer. Maybe after the short-term happiness that i felt while being with my love ones, it will still won't last forever, one day it's gonna end. And when that happens, i will only suffer more. Because the more you tend to love someone, the more protective you will be over them, not wanting to lose them in any kind of way, old age, sickness, etc. But i realise that by understanding that everything changes, it will be easier to recover from the hurt and pain that i felt. After all, it's more to like a growing up and learning process for me. Helping me to cope with what's coming on in the future. Still, I find that living alone does have some benefits, i can now see who really cares for me and who really don't. Although it's not enough to seal the wound, i expect no wound to last forever and i know my body is strong enough to recover from any scars. I had fall down a few times before but i managed to get up. So why not now? I dont find letting go any more a problem to me. Frankly, it seems more easy that way. With me knowing that there is already more people who cares about the people i used to care for. It made my over protecting over the people i care die down in my heart. Although it's still burning there, of course, that also proved how much i love them. Obviously it will hurt, because i love them so much. I can't expect much though, just for them to be happy. That's all i wish for. And i know that i will be happy too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-1803223731429567372?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/1803223731429567372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/1803223731429567372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/1803223731429567372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6710628548972668006</id><published>2010-04-07T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:56:25.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LoNeLy'/><title type='text'>I'm lonely. =(</title><content type='html'>This painful emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;And need for human touch.&lt;br /&gt;This deep sad longing&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to need this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all around me,&lt;br /&gt;To whom I can't reach out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel all by myself,&lt;br /&gt;In a crowd I cannot count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least a person's presence,&lt;br /&gt;Is comforting in some way.&lt;br /&gt;But I need someone to care,&lt;br /&gt;What happens in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, there are people here,&lt;br /&gt;But with them I cannot share.&lt;br /&gt;I want a shoulder to cry upon,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that they care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6710628548972668006?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6710628548972668006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-lonely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6710628548972668006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6710628548972668006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-lonely.html' title='I&apos;m lonely. =('/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7871988153003807024</id><published>2009-12-30T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:38:34.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How men change after married</title><content type='html'>The Love Word:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: I looo-ve you, I love you, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Of course, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: GOD, if I didn't love you, then why did I marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Work:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Honey, I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: I'm BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: Have you cooked yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Ringing:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Here, it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE DAM*T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: DUMPLING AGAIN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dress:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: You bought a new dress again?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: I'm going to watch PIRATES play, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Love:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, I want you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Lets make another baby, my mother just called!!!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: Please MOVE over to your side, I'm suffocating here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? Adopted from internet. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7871988153003807024?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7871988153003807024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-men-change-after-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7871988153003807024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7871988153003807024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-men-change-after-married.html' title='How men change after married'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6669103046747381587</id><published>2009-12-30T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:07:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go, moving on..</title><content type='html'>There's this person. That person is always on my mind, and i cant seem to let go. It's breaking my heart. But i wanted that person to be happy. I really don't know what else to do. I don't want it to end this way. Who won't want a happy ending anyway. But if that person will be happy if i let that person go, i think i should. For i believe that if that person is really mine, that person will come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6669103046747381587?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6669103046747381587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6669103046747381587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6669103046747381587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go-moving-on.html' title='Letting go, moving on..'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-8702316449691697531</id><published>2009-12-15T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:48:57.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day prior to camp.</title><content type='html'>I wanna get demetia.  My brain is suffering. I just hope i could enjoy camp to the fullest and think about nothing else.. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-8702316449691697531?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/8702316449691697531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-day-prior-to-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8702316449691697531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8702316449691697531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-day-prior-to-camp.html' title='1 day prior to camp.'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7408204339963523230</id><published>2009-10-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:00:38.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'>Misery pending. Disappointedd with this reality dream.</title><content type='html'>You didn't say goodbye. How could you leave me. You had been so cruel. You don't call, you don't write, you don't reply. You don't even stop by and then you said you'd protect me. You said you'd be there but now it seems like you don't care. I miss you and I love you. I'm always thinking of you. For you were the only one I could bear to be around. I miss you, I miss you, yes, yes, yes I do. Now my soul is falling, and my life is failing. I wish you were here. And now i cry. Can't you see my tears. Now i would love just to hug you. I never wish you would go away. but now you've left, and i felt lost. I wanted to know what happenned. But i'm sure now it wasn't important. The importance is that you know i don't blame you. For i want to get away too. I just wish i could reach you just to tell you i need you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7408204339963523230?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7408204339963523230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/10/misery-pending-disappointedd-with-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7408204339963523230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7408204339963523230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/10/misery-pending-disappointedd-with-this.html' title='Misery pending. Disappointedd with this reality dream.'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6426445657077568927</id><published>2009-10-03T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:20:13.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day before Mid-Autumn Festival'/><title type='text'>A Day before Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is the mid autumn festival nite. Everything seems to go fine with the preparations.. Even the ''girls'' look good! ^^ But then.. When the event started.. 7.45p.m?! 45 mins later than the actual starting time! I am like wtf! Oh no! Looks like i had to change my agenda! This will be the fourth time already. Changing that agenda over and over again. It seems that what i and saw are saying are true. Morning and afternoon teachers differ in many things. Not only that, each teacher wants something the other teacher don't want! I am getting more blur and more blur. So, i had decided to let my ''konco konco'' do the job. And i don't know how i can end up preparing everything before the festival. Maybe i should have said thanks to Bryan and Jesson for their help. But now it seems like it's kinda too late. Now let's talk back about the agenda. Here they come.. I mean the ochestra.. At first i was hoping there were girls too.. And.. There is!!! Yay! I had even helped them to carry their things. Although it's kind of heavy. =,='' The ochestra went on fine.. But we're out of time! Unexpectedly, we had to bring forward the dinner. It was so finger licking good. We too had commitees taking care of the food. Not to curi makan i hope.. They were using the fan to fly off the flies at there. It was really a funny sight. I was ready to wear my 3-coloured (red, blue, green) commitee band until ryan, the ex head prefect, peras ugut me for the green colour one... =( The green is the brighest glow-in-the-dark.. T.T At last, because of my so-kind heart, i gave it to him.. Nevertheless i still have the other two. =) Which quality may not be that good but it sure win him in quantity..:) After eating, here comes the Drama! ^^, The funny part. Hahax! We had boys dressed as girls. Not only dressed, we had prepared a wig and makeup too! =D The crowd really enjoyed it. I could hear it from their laughter. Non-stop man! Later on, we started with out first game, which is also known as Game 1. We screwed up at first but it went smoothly after a few tries. I couldn't believe Ter Chin Hua could sing. Wow! Then, we had our lucky lucky draw.. I had a prize which was a book. I do remember that Saw Zi Jian had wanted that book. So, i gave it to him. What-to-do.. I had such a kind heart! XD Well, it was a Chinese book... Maybe i couldn't read it? =,= We then proceeded to Game 2. It's kung-fu fighting! This is suppose to be the ice breaking. But as from what i told earlier... It got delayed.. =='' The kung-fu fighting was great! From my view lar.. But i can see that some people was uneasy with it. LOL! Then, we had the 2nd lucky draw. At last, the moment i am waiting for.. The perarakan with tanglung.. Goh and Saw went to get the kong ming lantern which then turn out to be destroyed by students of SMK La Salle. Sigh! Wad can you expect? Student from SMK La Salle wad.. &gt;&lt;'' So we just had the perarakan with tanglung. Thats all. No more flying lanterns.. All my fault for being so careless.. The festival end here and the guests are all going back home. I want to go back home too! =( But i had to stay back and clean the place.. Sigh. On my way walking out.. guess what?? I found a pair of spectacles.. Wonder whose one will it be.. Gave it to the teacher-in-charge and then bye bye! I'm off back home.. Batteries gonna go down anyway.. So that's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my elder brother.. my kor kor.. , I would like to say a few words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were not there on that day.. , I really really want to thank you for being with me. For messaging me and asking about how the festival is. And asking me to take care.. You were the one that makes me realize.. That life will be tough.. And that I had to be stay calm, relax and be strong. Because of that, I learned to stand up on my own. I learned to live outside of my home. I learned that I am not all alone. Because you are still here for me. You always help me when i am down. And finds me when i am lost. Never tired of saving me from the darkness. You know when i am lying. You will always forgive me. You make me know that truth hurts but lies is worst. You made me feel that i shouldn't lie to you anymore. Because you never shout at me before. You know when I am hurt. You know how to fix me. You know what makes me happy, and you were always there, by my side.. You make me realise that life is a hard painting. But you too make me realise that I had found my strength. And i won't give up. Because i know that i won't be carrying this weight alone. You had always be there for me. Whenever i am feeling blue, you are always there with loving care.When i cry, you dry every single tear. When i hide, you fight every single fear. I do feel safe when i am with you. Because you shield me from every type of danger. And protect me from all my fears. I will always stay strong for i know that you are with me. For you are the one to find me. And caught me when i fall. You are the person that gives me happy tears, although sometimes they are sad but they do take away the pain in me. Because i know that you were the key that unlock my chains. It really rocks having you! You rarely bug me. Although i want you to. You rarely hold me tight too. But i can feel your caring arms. You had lead me through the horrors of the night, and make me content the whole night long. Whenever you took my hand, i understood that you and i are one. Although we are not related by blood, you are a good briend of mind and i loved you like a big brother. You listen to me the whole time. And i really don't know how you could bear with it. But i do wonder, who will i turn to when everything falls apart? I do wonder, what will happen, if one day, you will be gone? I do wonder what will happen when i woke up someday and find out that you left? Who will watch over me? Love me? Cherish me? Save me? Protect me? Feed me? Shield me? I do know that, one day, someday, you might leave me. I wonder, will you always be there for me? You do spend a little more time with your girlfriends. But i am satisfied for you do think of me as well. And no matter what, I will always love you. For you played the roleof big brother in my heart. I will never blame you. No matter what you did. The importance is that, you know that you did wrong and know how to change. Your warm embrace and your kind words.. You are truly the best friend i could ever ask for. I could never had been pulled out of the darkness if not for you. I do love you like a brother and i consider you to be one too. You are worth my life and i would gladly give myself up just for you to be safe. You are the person that gives me happy tears. I am not ashame or shy to say "I love you" because that is the truth. I love you like how I love my family members. I would do anything, including risk my life, for you. My heart just can't seem to part. I can feel that a part of me is dying. This is what you are to me. And this is what you will always be. If you gave me one chance to tell you how i was feeling. I would tell you that i love you and i can't live my life without you. For i lost my faith, and you were my strength when i am losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3/10/2009 a.K.a Mid-Autumn Festival Day -- The day half of my heart died --&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan, your lil bro-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6426445657077568927?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6426445657077568927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-before-mid-autumn-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6426445657077568927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6426445657077568927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-before-mid-autumn-festival.html' title='A Day before Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-3284102208417630318</id><published>2009-08-12T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:50:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my caring elder bro .. ! XD</title><content type='html'>Someone once told me&lt;br /&gt;never to cry&lt;br /&gt;i thought he was crazy&lt;br /&gt;but now i know why&lt;br /&gt;he clear away the tears&lt;br /&gt;that bought pain to my heart&lt;br /&gt;he told me that tears&lt;br /&gt;would just tear my world apart&lt;br /&gt;to the world he may be one person&lt;br /&gt;but to one person(that is me xD)&lt;br /&gt;he may be the world&lt;br /&gt;he who were my big brother&lt;br /&gt;and who is still my big brother&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i wish to say to him&lt;br /&gt;the first time since i called him big brother&lt;br /&gt;that has already sealed him to me&lt;br /&gt;more firmly than any sworn oath&lt;br /&gt;the childhood i spent with him i will treasure&lt;br /&gt;so that the memories do not faDe&lt;br /&gt;he had never stop watching over my shoulDer&lt;br /&gt;and had never be tired of carrying every boulDer&lt;br /&gt;he was just like the sun to me&lt;br /&gt;so gracefully shining in the sky&lt;br /&gt;as he blazed across the blue heaven&lt;br /&gt;protecting me from anything i shunned&lt;br /&gt;he who was protector, love and kindness&lt;br /&gt;showered me with everything that was him&lt;br /&gt;he will surely beat all the rest&lt;br /&gt;as my big brother is always the best&lt;br /&gt;and he will forever be my big brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-3284102208417630318?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/3284102208417630318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-caring-elder-bro-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/3284102208417630318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/3284102208417630318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-caring-elder-bro-xd.html' title='To my caring elder bro .. ! XD'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-3724559886719082884</id><published>2009-08-10T07:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:26:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what you do.. No matter what you say.. To her you are just a friend..</title><content type='html'>For you I’m just a friend&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’ll stay until the end&lt;br /&gt;With all your heartaches no one mends&lt;br /&gt;To you my beating heart I’ll lend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I smile when I see your face&lt;br /&gt;My sorrows leave no single trace&lt;br /&gt;Because I am only your friend&lt;br /&gt;Laughs and cheers I must make pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you speak of the joy He brings&lt;br /&gt;Undying love above all things&lt;br /&gt;My heartfelt trust to you I’ll send&lt;br /&gt;Because to you I’m just your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every word I stab myself&lt;br /&gt;For I can’t show you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;Because for you I’m just a friend&lt;br /&gt;To you my heart cannot transcend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you is a fallacy&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that you can see&lt;br /&gt;A good friend’s heart inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must face reality&lt;br /&gt;That both our hearts can never be&lt;br /&gt;For you just see me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;This is where it’s going to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-3724559886719082884?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/3724559886719082884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-matter-what-you-do-no-matter-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/3724559886719082884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/3724559886719082884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-matter-what-you-do-no-matter-what.html' title='No matter what you do.. No matter what you say.. To her you are just a friend..'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-8547232840268216459</id><published>2009-08-06T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:02:42.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My second personality ..</title><content type='html'>To me you were like a clone,&lt;br /&gt;truly the best friend of my own.&lt;br /&gt;You used to make me smile everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and always knew how to dry my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;But you destroyed all that joy,&lt;br /&gt;and sold our friendship out for a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't seem like my clone like before,&lt;br /&gt;and you once were my best friend, but not anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-8547232840268216459?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/8547232840268216459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-second-personality.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8547232840268216459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8547232840268216459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-second-personality.html' title='My second personality ..'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7845555917750817151</id><published>2009-07-24T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:09:26.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.. ==v</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the middle of the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that care for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;were just too busy with their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suffering from a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at the top of my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trying to get noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;am i selfish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hurting myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to find out whether i'm still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my heart still bleeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my life keeps on going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;only i don't anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i walked like an autopilot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;non-existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7845555917750817151?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7845555917750817151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucks-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7845555917750817151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7845555917750817151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucks-v.html' title='Sucks.. ==v'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6604545483118385096</id><published>2009-07-06T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:26:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haih</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry but this friendship is over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can't still be friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not after all you've done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you think I'd still be here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you decided you wasn't mad anymore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry to disappoint you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'm not a video game,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you can't put me on pause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and come back when you want to,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when things aren't going your way,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you can't hit reset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I'm sorry,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Game Over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6604545483118385096?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6604545483118385096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/07/especially-for-yap-chin-hsien-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6604545483118385096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6604545483118385096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/07/especially-for-yap-chin-hsien-to-read.html' title='Haih'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7114704808607957393</id><published>2009-06-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:40:17.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>I never cry out of happiness before. My ineffable tears were never used for happy moments. All my nostalgia seem to just fade away like the words in the sand. Today i'm feeling the same way too. I must have been paranoid. My tears are all in vain. It just seems that i had to go through all this again and again. Isn't there any happy ending? Although you were just lying, acting in front of me, i yearned for you, always wanting you to just fake a smile for me. Is that just so hard? Against ur law? Punished if anything wrong happens? I seem to had blown away the only light i had. Now i'm alone, in the darkness, that's right. Exactly like hell. No difference. Who would have expected.. Me to go to hell.. ? Trying my best to run away from everything. From there, I miss you.. taking you away were just like taking my own life away. This life really is suffering. Wanting to accept the fact. We're from two different worlds. Giving up. Lost hope. It seems that losing you is the same like i lost everything. The same thing is just coming back and happening again. Haunting every second of my life. The tears i cried for you, drying up. Sooner or later, there will be no longer tears. Crying just don't mean a single thing to the one i'm crying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7114704808607957393?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7114704808607957393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7114704808607957393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7114704808607957393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-5749036576346740048</id><published>2009-06-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:19:20.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='item sucks'/><title type='text'>Dota</title><content type='html'>Conclusion..&lt;br /&gt;v6.60 sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-5749036576346740048?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/5749036576346740048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/dota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/5749036576346740048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/5749036576346740048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/dota.html' title='Dota'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6713104678594121316</id><published>2009-06-07T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:55:21.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still think it's not sarcastic enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your fragileness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not daring to touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your beautiful soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I am afraid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you may shatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into a thousand pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rather leave you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the mantelpiece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can admire you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day and night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without destroying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your pure image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in reality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my will of surviving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will still be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;burning vigorously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never to turn off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beating so fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wings of a hummingbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever i see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the look in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can still be felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had already been given to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without you still here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just like a living dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wandering helplessly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always hunger for your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never seem to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although you decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to choose me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being well and happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I care for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will never change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol.. XD lalala..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6713104678594121316?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6713104678594121316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-think-its-not-sarcastic-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6713104678594121316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6713104678594121316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-think-its-not-sarcastic-enough.html' title='Still think it&apos;s not sarcastic enough..'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7734329327106586671</id><published>2009-06-07T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:37:12.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first drawing.. ^^</title><content type='html'>Yay.. !! My first drawing i've drawn on the internet. XP From Tegaki E. Great man.. ! You should try it too. Lol. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SiuX9dTbAOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Eq2drNwrfz0/s1600-h/my+1st+drawing.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344532464899129570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SiuX9dTbAOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Eq2drNwrfz0/s320/my+1st+drawing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although a bit ''cacated''.. Sorry larx. Can't think of anything else to draw at that time.. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7734329327106586671?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7734329327106586671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7734329327106586671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7734329327106586671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-drawing.html' title='My first drawing.. ^^'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SiuX9dTbAOI/AAAAAAAAACw/Eq2drNwrfz0/s72-c/my+1st+drawing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7796424069500041863</id><published>2009-06-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:23:36.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.. ?? LOL.. =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls are like internet virus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They enter your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scan your pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transfer your money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edit your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upload her problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hang you forever.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7796424069500041863?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7796424069500041863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7796424069500041863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7796424069500041863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-lol.html' title='Girls.. ?? LOL.. =.='/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-9048217382392774536</id><published>2009-05-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:08:23.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my ex gf.. If i ever got one.. Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just my luck…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have to fall for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most beautiful person in the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can ever do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helpless, before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is final;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is unjust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it’s everything I’ve ever believed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I find there’s still more… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking my mind for a spin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning my world upside down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever we are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I say this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the world misunderstands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words cannot explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want so badly to be able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find the right words for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don’t think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is such a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at other people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never really see them at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this desolate world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s difficult for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To look at you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compared to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don’t even know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How wonderful you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should never expect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who is so flawless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the outside and the inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lower themselves enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ever be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it’s not your fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who looks at you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sees only beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it’s just my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be in love with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such an adorable person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who I don’t even deserve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a privilege just to see you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiling at me every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when you are sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my place before you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only ever think of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From here in the land of ugly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To even think about loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone as beautiful as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will never be anyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the only person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who fits with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like no other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find it is a very meaningful poem.. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-9048217382392774536?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/9048217382392774536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-ex-gf-if-i-ever-got-one-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/9048217382392774536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/9048217382392774536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-ex-gf-if-i-ever-got-one-lol.html' title='To my ex gf.. If i ever got one.. Lol'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-9223320569785907512</id><published>2009-04-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:03:30.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friend.. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always be beside you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until the very end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wiping all your tears away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being your best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll smile when you smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feel all the pain you do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you cry a single tear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise i'll cry too..&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzk6nPZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ywxtm1oxcVA/s1600-h/0d08813e1f33c36b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090209913027986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzk6nPZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ywxtm1oxcVA/s320/0d08813e1f33c36b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even from the ice pole..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzcqO-SI/AAAAAAAAACI/mVwdnhJBHQs/s1600-h/_Friends_form_the_poles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090207696845090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzcqO-SI/AAAAAAAAACI/mVwdnhJBHQs/s320/_Friends_form_the_poles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilo And Stitch too have friends..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIz_XueRI/AAAAAAAAACg/wT9Z8p6zBVg/s1600-h/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090217014458642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIz_XueRI/AAAAAAAAACg/wT9Z8p6zBVg/s320/Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY.. !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzjyScpI/AAAAAAAAACY/vDtB9bdGq40/s1600-h/Friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090209609675410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzjyScpI/AAAAAAAAACY/vDtB9bdGq40/s320/Friends1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dun be like this... &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/2294913777060373821-9223320569785907512?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/9223320569785907512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-friend-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/9223320569785907512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/9223320569785907512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-friend-xd.html' title='To my friend.. XD'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfhIzk6nPZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ywxtm1oxcVA/s72-c/0d08813e1f33c36b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-7717729203545188382</id><published>2009-04-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:40:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dota.. DoTa.. DOTA.. !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a ReaL DoTa FreAk.. Nearly everyday got play Dota.. Lol.. But usually play with people.. Dunno why today.. Scared of people.. TRAUMA.. !! I somehow didn't play with people.. Swt.. Play with ai plus pulak.. But anyway.. Trashed them all the same.. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNA.. !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfbwxp7GtyI/AAAAAAAAABY/JC0nnGY2GdY/s1600-h/th_Huntress.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711944897574690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfbwxp7GtyI/AAAAAAAAABY/JC0nnGY2GdY/s320/th_Huntress.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfbwxuxlkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ti8K9BFIp0o/s1600-h/lunamoonfang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711946199830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfbwxuxlkdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ti8K9BFIp0o/s320/lunamoonfang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfbw4lxlPYI/AAAAAAAAABw/NauUy4frDO0/s1600-h/Luna_Moonfang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329712064042974594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfbw4lxlPYI/AAAAAAAAABw/NauUy4frDO0/s320/Luna_Moonfang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105 kills&lt;br /&gt;0 dies&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Hahax..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not forgetting the hero that i like too..&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite hero.. XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;POTM.. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfb3ptnRqsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XpPkHSgjoDk/s1600-h/mirana.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329719505030589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfb3ptnRqsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XpPkHSgjoDk/s320/mirana.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfb3p3dKbbI/AAAAAAAAACA/8by_m5wYsxI/s1600-h/Mirana_Nightshade___DotA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329719507672526258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfb3p3dKbbI/AAAAAAAAACA/8by_m5wYsxI/s320/Mirana_Nightshade___DotA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-7717729203545188382?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/7717729203545188382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/dota-dota-dota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7717729203545188382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/7717729203545188382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/dota-dota-dota.html' title='Dota.. DoTa.. DOTA.. !!'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/Sfbwxp7GtyI/AAAAAAAAABY/JC0nnGY2GdY/s72-c/th_Huntress.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-8970854834344027993</id><published>2009-04-27T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:06:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My emotions.. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXJwFsbhvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PF30zStdWKg/s1600-h/Kenshin_Hitokiri_Battousai_by_Hiroshi_Nakano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387562062284530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXJwFsbhvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PF30zStdWKg/s320/Kenshin_Hitokiri_Battousai_by_Hiroshi_Nakano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let the broken heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lie on the floor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dont pick it up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dont touch it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;let its emotions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;seep away with the blood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;into the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;let them dissapear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;into the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;into nothingness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;let them fade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who wants them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a broken and twisted soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;devoid of emotion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;screaming out nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but of everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can it just be laid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;looked upon again..&lt;/p&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/2294913777060373821-8970854834344027993?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/8970854834344027993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-emotions-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8970854834344027993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/8970854834344027993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-emotions-xd.html' title='My emotions.. XD'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXJwFsbhvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PF30zStdWKg/s72-c/Kenshin_Hitokiri_Battousai_by_Hiroshi_Nakano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-6031661271651912969</id><published>2009-04-27T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:08:08.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking bout it again i just cant figure out what is my feelings now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relieved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shocked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Optimistic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confident?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LoL.. 10 emotions.. Swt.. I just can't feel what my heart is feeling.. Totally in and out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angles won't fly anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXFcEG2HcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/74ZlcAOD6v4/s1600-h/Angels_are_closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382819992313282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXFcEG2HcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/74ZlcAOD6v4/s320/Angels_are_closer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devils too may cry.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXGMDowpoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ofU7viRiqgw/s1600-h/vergil+and+dante+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329383644499846786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXGMDowpoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ofU7viRiqgw/s320/vergil+and+dante+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXGMGxd-uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p2JT1FpCTqs/s1600-h/vergil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329383645341678306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXGMGxd-uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p2JT1FpCTqs/s320/vergil2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294913777060373821-6031661271651912969?l=nimravides.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/feeds/6031661271651912969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-bout-it-again-i-just-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6031661271651912969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294913777060373821/posts/default/6031661271651912969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimravides.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-bout-it-again-i-just-cant.html' title='One day...'/><author><name>Ivan Quah xP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752037862336406972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXOoLON3WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nRYYCkjc0s8/S220/Emo_Hug_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZywvC05Lpvs/SfXFcEG2HcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/74ZlcAOD6v4/s72-c/Angels_are_closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294913777060373821.post-2684462291087740481</id><published>2009-04-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:07:54.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time blogging..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yayay..!! I'm a blogger.. !! At last.. Lol.. i always wanted to be a blogger.. It's just delayed due to my 'busy' schedule.. Anyway i'm still a newbie at this.. Wonder how the other bloggers get to do it so well.. Some tunjuk ajar anyone.. ?? 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