<?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-3347331146381506685</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:42:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8421031369616199392</id><published>2012-01-19T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:07:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i dreamt of 2 persons who are very important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;first, mummy.&lt;br /&gt;its been too long since i had a dream of u, but that doesn't mean i dun think of u.&lt;br /&gt;ur images run through my head everyday and night. &lt;br /&gt;i miss u. i miss u real bad.&lt;br /&gt;i hope u are at a better place. &lt;br /&gt;i hope God gave u a better place u truly deserved.&lt;br /&gt;and that u would be safe and sound, happy and less stressful each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I know its gonna be lonely for u right now.&lt;br /&gt;But bear through it, we'd join u when we are ready.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope it wouldn't be long.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna be so vexed over my being here. &lt;br /&gt;Dun worry. I'd live it through with wat i can.&lt;br /&gt;take care.. dun worry about us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second important person in my life is someone too special to me.&lt;br /&gt;she picked me up from the lonely corner and brought me to a fun side of life.&lt;br /&gt;though it feels weird to me, but still i got to know alot other frens.&lt;br /&gt;and these frens nv failed to be there whenever i met into troubles.&lt;br /&gt;trustable, reliable frens.&lt;br /&gt;this special someone gave me alot in our frenship of a year.&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't do anything for her when there is jus something simple she wanted of me.&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry for being such useless guy. such a selfish guy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was too crazy over u.. i really dun wanna lose u so i reacted probably way too serious.. idk.. but i really dun wanna hear those 2 words coming out frm u. &lt;br /&gt;but it really did. really.. made me went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;my heart jus.. sank, tore, ripped, broken.. as if nth, nth would ever heal it back.&lt;br /&gt;and i lived it through with a fake smile hung upon my face. it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;everything's changing. i realised. i couldnt take it anymore. i jus wanna run away.&lt;br /&gt;hoping i would forget u. and so would u. but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;nth could ever replace this empty vacant in my heart which shud belongs to u.&lt;br /&gt;only you, could giv it a reason to give another beat.&lt;br /&gt;nth much happens for another half a year. u did mentioned to me asking why i din ask for a second chance. &lt;br /&gt;that point of time i really couldn't think straight. i really had no idea wat was going in my mind. but when i found out u wanted me to ask u to stay, i regretted nt having done so. but deep down in my heart i dun wan u to leave at all. u knw that im sure. so why choose going this way?&lt;br /&gt;another few months past, i decided to come back for rondeau becoz i missed playing the flute. &lt;br /&gt;coming back was really painful as usual. the old wounds jus start hurting itself again. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't wanna come back anymore. but then i rmbed something. so i decided to still come back afterall.&lt;br /&gt;still painful, but all along i was hoping it was worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;despite that we dun look at each other eyes anymore. we dun talk like we used to anymore. u no longer always sit beside me throughout the practices anymore. hanging out with u alone is simply jus impossible already. &lt;br /&gt;now its like, i would thank God and kill myself jus to see u talk to me, smile at me. it didn't happen. painful, painful times..&lt;br /&gt;nearing the day to the concert, i guess things got alittle better. we managed to talk one or 2 sentences. abit of smiles here and there. really really worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;and to the day of the concert. the usuals happened. reporting, travelling to venue, rehearsals, break, then the actual concert and then back to school.&lt;br /&gt;i did received afew cards and gifts from my section and qiuyi. thank you very much. read the cards alrdy. it was lovely. sorry for those whom i didn't make for.. it was too last minute.. i had no time.. i am so sorry.. &lt;br /&gt;it is just indescripable. the 3 years of frenship in band, the 情 is really irreplaceable. unpayble debt i will owe u all for all my life. thank you all very much for these 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;all the best to each and everyone for their future. hope we could stay in contact!&lt;br /&gt;and all the best to my special someone! u'd always have my fullest support in whatever u do. and u will never be forgotten. even after a year, 2 years, 10 years, 50 years. u will still be inside the empty vacant in my heart which i got it for u. i am so sorry for the tears u cried for me. i am so sorry for the pain u endured becoz of me. i really really really still hope that one day we'd belong to each other. and i promise u wont shed another tear, nor have ur heart broken becoz of me. goodluck, all the best and thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-8421031369616199392?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/8421031369616199392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-dreamt-of-2-persons-who-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8421031369616199392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8421031369616199392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-i-dreamt-of-2-persons-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-294990504149306535</id><published>2011-11-28T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:13:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when the question &lt;br /&gt;"would you be ok if she moved on?" popped&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;its a huge load of weight off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;aft all these days&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of all sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i dun see any point of u holding back&lt;br /&gt;i am not holding you back either.&lt;br /&gt;i love to see u moved on.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanted everything to end.&lt;br /&gt;i wan my peace back.&lt;br /&gt;i wan wat used to be last time, to be back now.&lt;br /&gt;now that i heard you're moving forward,&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't be any much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believed i made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;i had no regret at all.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, u are a great fren.&lt;br /&gt;one who can call u a true fren.&lt;br /&gt;like who u were to me.&lt;br /&gt;but i was too selfish and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan us to go any further than that.&lt;br /&gt;theres a price to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;losing you as a fren would be the very last thing i would choose if i had to.&lt;br /&gt;but now it seems i lost u both as a fren and someone special.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess,&lt;br /&gt;good frens doesn't mean relationship material.&lt;br /&gt;that is something i had definitely learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best,&lt;br /&gt;and watch me&lt;br /&gt;i'd be the one standing behind having the last laugh.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6921133813031607200</id><published>2011-06-09T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:12:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wasn't the kind of guy u thought i was..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't be the kind guy u always wanted..&lt;br /&gt;but u claim u knw me..&lt;br /&gt;then u shud knw im nv ur perfect guy..&lt;br /&gt;u shud knw i wasn't gonna be the kind of guy u wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly girl, nobody remain frens aft a breakup..&lt;br /&gt;everyone becomes strangers again u shud knw this is coming from the start..&lt;br /&gt;pleading wont work.. its jus nature 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title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-4704701213360419374</id><published>2011-06-06T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:43:33.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there it goes again..&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts is back..&lt;br /&gt;cant help it..&lt;br /&gt;but the words are picturing more clearly in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sleepless night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-4704701213360419374?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-9118821138321745413</id><published>2011-05-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:36:11.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knw im such a bad boyfren..&lt;br /&gt;but i nv knw im so much worst being an ex-boyfren..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-9118821138321745413?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/9118821138321745413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-knw-im-such-bad-boyfren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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though its nth to proud of..&lt;br /&gt;i still cant forget u..&lt;br /&gt;every night im still haunted by memories..&lt;br /&gt;and each time it brings me back to the past, i realised wat i shud have done during the time when it happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i shud have paid more attention..&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't be still stuck to the point when things went wrong..&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to move on..&lt;br /&gt;but no..&lt;br /&gt;i cant move on..&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to move on..&lt;br /&gt;i tried diverting my attention..&lt;br /&gt;but it still wont work..&lt;br /&gt;every night when i lay on my bed, it was always u who come into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't slp again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very disappointed that i still had to blog this kind of thing up..&lt;br /&gt;i shud be moving on, living my life to the fullest..&lt;br /&gt;instead of dwelling back the past..&lt;br /&gt;i always tell my fren to let such things go..&lt;br /&gt;move on..&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to me, these words doesn't seem to hit me hard..&lt;br /&gt;ridiculously ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i hope that 4 months later..&lt;br /&gt;the new JS and the new you, would be able to move on by now..&lt;br /&gt;although it seems u are doing fine, im glad u are..&lt;br /&gt;the september JS, if u happen to look back and saw this post..&lt;br /&gt;i hope u shud be smiling now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope u had moved on..&lt;br /&gt;dun look back anymore..&lt;br /&gt;the magics is waiting right in front of u..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't move on..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't forget about you..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i jus wanted a better day everyday..&lt;br /&gt;i jus dun wanna suffer the pain anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i dun like it at all..&lt;br /&gt;thats why i couldn't move on..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i jus hoped that someone could bring me out of this pain..&lt;br /&gt;thats why i couldn't forget..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6006657929641385659?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/6006657929641385659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-its-been-close-to-year-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6006657929641385659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6006657929641385659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-its-been-close-to-year-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-2377211327165000557</id><published>2011-04-29T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:46:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i listened back the songs i used to play&lt;br /&gt;in the year 2010..&lt;br /&gt;i watched back the videos i used to watch&lt;br /&gt;last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow my heart jus had this twitching feeling..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to desscribe it..&lt;br /&gt;its like feeling back about the past.. &lt;br /&gt;not jus think..&lt;br /&gt;but feel as well..&lt;br /&gt;the past JS in 2010..&lt;br /&gt;stronger..&lt;br /&gt;in love..&lt;br /&gt;funnier..&lt;br /&gt;sensible..&lt;br /&gt;someone different from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is jus awesome..&lt;br /&gt;its so much awesome than wat im feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of loving someone..&lt;br /&gt;and yet u couldn't let her knw..&lt;br /&gt;tht pain..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that u still had everything..&lt;br /&gt;u still gt a life to live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat is it now..&lt;br /&gt;the 2011 me..&lt;br /&gt;totally different..&lt;br /&gt;an asshole..&lt;br /&gt;lost everything..&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken..&lt;br /&gt;it feels like theres nowhere for me to go..&lt;br /&gt;hit rock bottom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything..&lt;br /&gt;band..&lt;br /&gt;music..&lt;br /&gt;the smiles i see everyday in band..&lt;br /&gt;my friends..&lt;br /&gt;my lost old JS..&lt;br /&gt;the old feelings i used to had..&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the way i am now..&lt;br /&gt;if i had known things would go that wrong..&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even shud hav tried..&lt;br /&gt;this is my biggest mistake..&lt;br /&gt;in my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;i lost everything.. dammit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus hope i would find my new life&lt;br /&gt;my new way of life&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be different&lt;br /&gt;i shud let old things go.&lt;br /&gt;and build my better future..&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of u, my pasts..&lt;br /&gt;i miss u..&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if i was fatter back then..&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if i was struggling with a crush..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have everthing back to where i screwed it..&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt frm my mistakes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-2377211327165000557?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-138541001769284507</id><published>2011-04-22T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:47:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my very cry today..&lt;br /&gt;after like.. 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;i needed tht.. thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me realised wat i've done..&lt;br /&gt;for the past whole year..&lt;br /&gt;i let someth stupid took away everything i had.. &lt;br /&gt;and everything i once held..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't control myself well.. i couldn't handle situations well..&lt;br /&gt;thus i ended up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frens&lt;br /&gt;how many out there are actually there for me when i needed them the most..&lt;br /&gt;those i thought would be there for me, werent too sure if they WOULD be there for me..&lt;br /&gt;those i didn't need them to be worried for me, would come and giv me abit of concern..&lt;br /&gt;have i given my utmost trust to the wrong groups?&lt;br /&gt;or was it jus me and my misunderstandings..&lt;br /&gt;wat exactly have i done..&lt;br /&gt;i totally screwed up my precious frenship as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i am jus so stubborn..&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i was indepedent..&lt;br /&gt;but i realised i never was one..&lt;br /&gt;i really needed someone to be there to guide me..&lt;br /&gt;how could anyone be tht dumb not to realise it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever.. &lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna rant anymore..&lt;br /&gt;this life is beyond hope..&lt;br /&gt;beyond words..&lt;br /&gt;i can say anything i wan..&lt;br /&gt;but it wont change anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-138541001769284507?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8633810633682879082</id><published>2011-04-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:38:05.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly deep inside i really wanna thank you&lt;br /&gt;u were always trying to help me out of this&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is the shit i've created myself..&lt;br /&gt;i bear for my own consequences&lt;br /&gt;and this is nt ur burden to share..&lt;br /&gt;if theres nothing i could repay ur support all this while&lt;br /&gt;then.. idk..&lt;br /&gt;afterall i really think theres nth i could do for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get out of this.. i hope..&lt;br /&gt;i knw i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-2023253947069321910</id><published>2011-03-22T08:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:31:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said im always invading ur privacy when i was jus asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;you said u dun like it when i called u with mushy names.&lt;br /&gt;when i apologise, u said i overdid it way too much.&lt;br /&gt;when i did not asked u out, u complained and was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;when i tried to put my time into planning a good date, u accepted and then rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;when u wanted to break up, you said i did not stop u from leaving.&lt;br /&gt;when i did not stop u from leaving, you said i dun understand u at all.&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to have u back, u said about ur issues and u're that not ready.&lt;br /&gt;after such things had happened, u said u were still waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything had been going by ur ways.&lt;br /&gt;i never asked for anything much.&lt;br /&gt;i respect u and ur choices.&lt;br /&gt;but what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you many questions becoz i jus wanted to talk to u more, make sure u weren't bored, to knw how was ur day and not stop texting u and leave u there alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called u names becoz i wanted u to knw i am here in ur world, there was someone there u could rely on, someone u knw who love u so deeply and u deserved being loved that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always apologise becoz i did not wan to lose u and disappoint u. i wanted to learn from my mistakes, and to make it up for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not ask u out for a date was becoz i was out with my brothers. i know u shud be prioritized first as it'd be our first date but everything was too rush to plan a good date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to make it up for u, gav u a call and u accepted. next few days i tried my best to think of the best first date for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me u wanted to break up becoz of ur issues and i did not stop u becoz if u were to look at the above, we din have a great first week of our relationship. i know u were very disappointed alrdy and probably gaven up on me. i couldn't giv u the sense of security to stop u worrying from ur issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people told me i still had a chance, and i knew i still had a chance but i've always been waiting for a right moment to confront u and hav u back. but everytime there is always sumth tht screws up. and then u'll tell me about ur issues again saying u're not ready. so i gav in, i listened and i tried to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as weeks gone by, we jus start drifting further and further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what u have wanted, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;why did u hav to break up and leave?&lt;br /&gt;all i asked for was jus a simple love back in return.&lt;br /&gt;i can giv everything up and spend my time with u.&lt;br /&gt;i can make things up for u if it wasn't good enuff..&lt;br /&gt;i would do anything jus for u, hoping u would still stay, have faith in me and don't leave me..&lt;br /&gt;but u jus did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have this small request from u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-2023253947069321910?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/2023253947069321910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-said-im-always-invading-ur-privacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2023253947069321910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2023253947069321910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-said-im-always-invading-ur-privacy.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-18268375058317744</id><published>2011-03-20T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:32:27.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have alot to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i dun know how to put 'em tgt&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna make myself sound too stupid&lt;br /&gt;nor say things affecting u in watsoever way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;u shudn't have waited&lt;br /&gt;i probably wasn't even there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i wrote things about wanting u back again&lt;br /&gt;and im always thinking about u&lt;br /&gt;but i cant make a move becoz&lt;br /&gt;i believe it will be the same again&lt;br /&gt;u utd the feeling?&lt;br /&gt;i really really wanted it, but somehow jus sumth that i had to say no.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel good..&lt;br /&gt;everyone told u to forget it,&lt;br /&gt;everyone said i dun utd u at all&lt;br /&gt;u kept telling me bout ur issue&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can help u out, can i?&lt;br /&gt;it was all my fault,&lt;br /&gt;i am not good enuff for u&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even ready in the first place&lt;br /&gt;but i jus couldn't say no to u&lt;br /&gt;becoz..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;everything was a mistake right from the start&lt;br /&gt;i din wanna get involved&lt;br /&gt;but it jus happened anyway..&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on for u&lt;br /&gt;since u have made ur decision..&lt;br /&gt;all i hope was u'd do better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-18268375058317744?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/18268375058317744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-alot-to-say-to-you-but-i-dun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/18268375058317744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/18268375058317744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-alot-to-say-to-you-but-i-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-7441751111974065040</id><published>2011-03-14T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:49:30.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes deep inside i wish things would make a 180 turn.&lt;br /&gt;and then turns out i'll be the one dropping a heartbreaker at you &lt;br /&gt;and watch u deal with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;u wont knw the pain unless u truly experience it in ur shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i wan u to knw breaking ppl's heart is one of worst things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-7441751111974065040?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/7441751111974065040/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6697107469155036600</id><published>2011-03-12T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:49:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;there are questions not to be asked&lt;br /&gt;there are things not to be confessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;we shud cherish what we alrdy have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a special frenship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6697107469155036600?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/6697107469155036600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-there-are-questions-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6697107469155036600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6697107469155036600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-there-are-questions-not-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-7085563028270074842</id><published>2011-03-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:13:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And apology now after all of this time&lt;br /&gt;Won’t make my difference tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I’m hoping I’m Sorry will open your mind&lt;br /&gt;To another love in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry that i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've got&lt;br /&gt;nothing to protect, &lt;br /&gt;you're no stronger than&lt;br /&gt;a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;last bit of strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-7085563028270074842?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6426049125439961866</id><published>2011-03-02T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:54:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>becoz seriously &lt;br /&gt;if im jus gonna fail and fall on my both knees to the world,&lt;br /&gt;jus tell me so i could giv it up.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna get hurt at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;aft spending years of commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6426049125439961866?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/6426049125439961866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/becoz-seriously-if-im-jus-gonna-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6426049125439961866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6426049125439961866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/03/becoz-seriously-if-im-jus-gonna-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-3529747925229664886</id><published>2011-02-27T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T04:25:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyday still wishing&lt;br /&gt;everyday still dreaming&lt;br /&gt;everyday still thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; would jus come into my life&lt;br /&gt;we'd take off to a world of our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming that she'd call out my name..&lt;br /&gt;she'd drag me to a corner..&lt;br /&gt;she said she'd sumth impt to tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking..&lt;br /&gt;too much..&lt;br /&gt;knowing this will nv nv happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-501196904229234119</id><published>2011-02-20T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:41:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 is better than 1~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-501196904229234119?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/501196904229234119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat is frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they there only when u needed them?&lt;br /&gt;are they like hotel where u can come as u wish, go as u like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;wat is being frens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-7918438339138541916?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/7918438339138541916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/wat-is-frens-are-they-there-only-when-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/7918438339138541916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/7918438339138541916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/wat-is-frens-are-they-there-only-when-u.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6096953442955698069</id><published>2011-02-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:06:59.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always wanted to live my life&lt;br /&gt;enjoying it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;peaceful&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;everything!&lt;br /&gt;unregrettable youth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship was out of the thought back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i jus dunno why&lt;br /&gt;i felt so empty&lt;br /&gt;i jus feel that being 2 is much much more better than jus 1&lt;br /&gt;theres so much we could achieve with 2, than jus being 1!&lt;br /&gt;everytime i saw or watch any romantic scene,&lt;br /&gt;you would jus crossed by my mind &lt;br /&gt;and i'd be like,&lt;br /&gt;hey we could be that way too.. &lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;its now like trying to drive a car that had jus got wrecked in multiple of accidents in a go..&lt;br /&gt;the car would be so wrecked&lt;br /&gt;that you knew that however way u try to start the engine, it wont work..&lt;br /&gt;the car is dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mayb the car isn't dead?&lt;br /&gt;it could still move..&lt;br /&gt;you nv know, if you did not try!&lt;br /&gt;thats wat u taught me&lt;br /&gt;despite the countless accidents, mayb the vital part of the car jus din get wrecked..&lt;br /&gt;you could jus put the key back in and it still works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk but im in the driver seat now&lt;br /&gt;still deciding how to put the key right back in..&lt;br /&gt;how is the right way?&lt;br /&gt;how can i do it?&lt;br /&gt;shud i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful car i've always dreamt of having with me&lt;br /&gt;i only want u&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to lose u nor wreck u up into an accident&lt;br /&gt;you're my precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but idk..&lt;br /&gt;this is the pain im feeling now&lt;br /&gt;i dun expect u to utd fully though&lt;br /&gt;becoz its ok&lt;br /&gt;humans arent meant to utd pain fully&lt;br /&gt;i am pain, so i knw myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no offence&lt;br /&gt;this is jus how i feel&lt;br /&gt;deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6096953442955698069?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8387410283050862776</id><published>2011-02-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:46:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果有多一个机会&lt;br /&gt;我一定会去争取那个第二次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过我现在不能接受&lt;br /&gt;我不想又在第二次的错误&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make my move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate this feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-8387410283050862776?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/8387410283050862776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-2061395963379554935</id><published>2011-02-07T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T05:46:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>因为在一起的画面好浪漫&lt;br /&gt;事情搞扎了后才发现自己已经神经病了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying so hard not to think anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how long more?&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-2061395963379554935?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/2061395963379554935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-trying-so-hard-not-to-think-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2061395963379554935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2061395963379554935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-trying-so-hard-not-to-think-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-7247216223612432030</id><published>2011-02-05T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:29:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have sort of decided wat i wan&lt;br /&gt;chosen the path i would like to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the little brother inside me,&lt;br /&gt;could u listen as i command?&lt;br /&gt;how long more do u nid to take?&lt;br /&gt;it is futile alrdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could u nt steal my heart away so easily?&lt;br /&gt;wat is it that always keep pulling me in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-7247216223612432030?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-4012215589166329687</id><published>2011-02-03T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:18:55.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好人太难当&lt;br /&gt;坏人装的不喜欢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当谁才好？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-4012215589166329687?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/4012215589166329687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4012215589166329687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4012215589166329687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-4304884281483619023</id><published>2011-01-31T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:44:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will nv forget wat had happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-4304884281483619023?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/4304884281483619023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-nv-forget-wat-had-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4304884281483619023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4304884281483619023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-nv-forget-wat-had-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-7138685964435106598</id><published>2011-01-23T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:15:18.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im really feeling uneasy when you told me someth&lt;br /&gt;i've got a really bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;i really hope im thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;i really wish someone would come over to tell me that&lt;br /&gt;it isn't what im thinking how it is&lt;br /&gt;becoz this feeling is similar as wat i've felt in the past&lt;br /&gt;im really damn fcking worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;fucken happened&lt;br /&gt;to her&lt;br /&gt;or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont let you go&lt;br /&gt;i WILL fuck you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fuck you up..&lt;br /&gt;don't&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down, ljs&lt;br /&gt;calm downnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i always say things that i don mean it&lt;br /&gt;probably when u read this, it's alrdy too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun go..&lt;br /&gt;dun force urself to go if the decision is too tough for u&lt;br /&gt;dun force urself to make it there&lt;br /&gt;i actually really dun wan u to go..&lt;br /&gt;(or at least go wit me then im ok :P hehe)&lt;br /&gt;but if u went..&lt;br /&gt;go there, have fun, meet ur frens, give them ur blessings, enjoy ur time there..&lt;br /&gt;and i pray hard&lt;br /&gt;u dun get unhappy there..&lt;br /&gt;ok, gal? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant slppppppp!!!&lt;br /&gt;my heart is filled with overthinking stuffsssss&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-2919665044527650033</id><published>2011-01-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:39:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously wat i said wasn't wrong afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at wat is happening now..&lt;br /&gt;im sure u knw i really dun utd u at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun drive me mad crazy gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hear u&lt;br /&gt;dun stfu there and let me knw nothing&lt;br /&gt;things are going round like a circle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u claim u knw me well&lt;br /&gt;but wat ur action isn't proving wat u claim&lt;br /&gt;show me wat u knw u shud do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel no point in living anymore&lt;br /&gt;ending my goddamn pointless life is such a better way out for me&lt;br /&gt;u kept giving me this shit pain inside me&lt;br /&gt;i really cant control anymore&lt;br /&gt;how much do u wan me to suffer?&lt;br /&gt;how much u urself wanna suffer along?&lt;br /&gt;drinking, giving up on school, holding on to a fucked up life, grasping on a useless dream..&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTIRE LIFE IS TOTALLY SCREWED ALREADY&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO U WAN ME TO DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK SHUD I DO&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DUN KNW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal im trying so hard to get over myself&lt;br /&gt;to start things over fresh again&lt;br /&gt;things was going so well&lt;br /&gt;i really love the past few days&lt;br /&gt;it was a good start towards a better change&lt;br /&gt;i believed things can go on well and successfully&lt;br /&gt;but has it screwed up again?&lt;br /&gt;wat shud i do?&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;wat..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-2919665044527650033?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/2919665044527650033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously-wat-i-said-wasnt-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2919665044527650033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/2919665044527650033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously-wat-i-said-wasnt-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-5022890634478001017</id><published>2011-01-19T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:09:43.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai..&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i jus cant forgiv myself..&lt;br /&gt;why am i so crazy??&lt;br /&gt;sorry ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-5022890634478001017?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/5022890634478001017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/5022890634478001017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/5022890634478001017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-3763822833423853732</id><published>2011-01-18T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:57:46.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unity is how we going to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fall together, we get back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understanding is best part we could play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm after storm, they kept coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brave through them, till we see the greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is individual problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's problem is everyone's problems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-3763822833423853732?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6982400556439121444</id><published>2011-01-13T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T02:35:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess i am too obsessed over u&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if u feels the same too?&lt;br /&gt;hahs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to giv myself more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shud i go back for mus'art?&lt;br /&gt;or shud i join kimseng windsss..&lt;br /&gt;or shud i go back to Audio Image..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;the music passion in me has hit back&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be an SAF musician in the central band..&lt;br /&gt;and then im off to pursue the directing dip..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be a conductor&lt;br /&gt;im definitely going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i shud try out each of 'em&lt;br /&gt;and see how things goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6982400556439121444?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/6982400556439121444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-i-am-too-obsessed-over-u-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6982400556439121444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6982400556439121444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-i-am-too-obsessed-over-u-really.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-3358088257523816020</id><published>2011-01-11T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:30:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars</title><content type='html'>this star that doesn't lit..&lt;br /&gt;theres no point burning hard..&lt;br /&gt;to believe that it'll lit someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-3358088257523816020?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-9055053776330088952</id><published>2011-01-08T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:33:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can savage it&lt;br /&gt;i knw i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw i can change the things&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be tough &lt;br /&gt;but i believe i have wat it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw hope is still there&lt;br /&gt;always there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-9055053776330088952?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/9055053776330088952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-savage-it-i-knw-i-can-i-knw-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/9055053776330088952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/9055053776330088952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-savage-it-i-knw-i-can-i-knw-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-3393916035035358422</id><published>2011-01-07T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:16:17.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>If things that i've done&lt;br /&gt;really anger u that much&lt;br /&gt;If talking to me&lt;br /&gt;is so difficult for you&lt;br /&gt;If im so irritating to you&lt;br /&gt;then hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me&lt;br /&gt;so u can see whats good for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoz i dun have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to watch treating me that way&lt;br /&gt;my heart is never so strong&lt;br /&gt;to watch u that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hate me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-3393916035035358422?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/3393916035035358422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/3393916035035358422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/3393916035035358422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_06.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-1637066320331506656</id><published>2011-01-04T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:23:21.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>痛</title><content type='html'>我真的不是一直怪自己&lt;br /&gt;我知道这一切真的都是我的错&lt;br /&gt;都怪我不够争气&lt;br /&gt;不够珍惜&lt;br /&gt;之到事情一切都改不了， 回头不了&lt;br /&gt;我才发现&lt;br /&gt;有好多好多事我和你都没做过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你一直以来就在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;但我不主动&lt;br /&gt;没把我那双手好好的给你一个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;带你走我们两人的路&lt;br /&gt;给你从没有人给过你的那天空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的很对不起&lt;br /&gt;真的很对不起，让你那双美丽的眼睛为我流泪&lt;br /&gt;让你脆弱的心为我而心痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只能希望&lt;br /&gt;我们能回到过去&lt;br /&gt;到 25/4/2009&lt;br /&gt;当你开始接受我到你的世界&lt;br /&gt;我这次会好好的珍稀&lt;br /&gt;不会再犯错&lt;br /&gt;不会再让你难过&lt;br /&gt;不会让你一个人在我旁边等我的主动&lt;br /&gt;我会牵着你的手&lt;br /&gt;让你知道我也多么爱你&lt;br /&gt;我会给你一切&lt;br /&gt;带你进入我的世界&lt;br /&gt;就你跟我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你这次真的走了，&lt;br /&gt;忘了我了&lt;br /&gt;我不住址你&lt;br /&gt;我会和你一样&lt;br /&gt;相信一个叫 - 缘分&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-1637066320331506656?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/1637066320331506656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/1637066320331506656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/1637066320331506656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='痛'/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8922527651541607878</id><published>2011-01-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:47:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 is better than 1</title><content type='html'>1 month is like so fcking difficult for me..&lt;br /&gt;so painful for me to watch things diff frm how it used to be..&lt;br /&gt;the flute section..&lt;br /&gt;the band..&lt;br /&gt;everything..&lt;br /&gt;the feelings' so different already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk wat is my decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the 1month for u to let go..?&lt;br /&gt;u really will be going, wont u..?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ill be strong..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-8922527651541607878?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/8922527651541607878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-month-is-so-fcking-difficult-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8922527651541607878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8922527651541607878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-month-is-so-fcking-difficult-for-me.html' title='2 is better than 1'/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8359818075216673311</id><published>2010-12-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:44:38.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately u've been so cold..&lt;br /&gt;yeah i like it..&lt;br /&gt;its great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue it this way..&lt;br /&gt;so that i can leave with no worries..&lt;br /&gt;with no regrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt wat u wan anymore..&lt;br /&gt;its wat i wan..&lt;br /&gt;which i swear u wont understand..&lt;br /&gt;and u cant giv..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-8359818075216673311?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/8359818075216673311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/lately-uve-been-so-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8359818075216673311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8359818075216673311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/lately-uve-been-so-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-8796786158946169653</id><published>2010-12-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:09:34.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking about it for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;leave, or stay..&lt;br /&gt;leaving was an easy choice..&lt;br /&gt;i'd just resign frm everything and jus go..&lt;br /&gt;but wats holding me back..&lt;br /&gt;are my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd be unfair for them...&lt;br /&gt;especially yanting..&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to throw my workload to her..&lt;br /&gt;she's struggling for her librarian stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna leave and make create more stress for her..&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna disappoint them..&lt;br /&gt;everyone's a great fren to me..&lt;br /&gt;i love being with them..&lt;br /&gt;i love all the outings..&lt;br /&gt;they made me realise wat kind of a person i am..&lt;br /&gt;i learnt more about myself from them..&lt;br /&gt;they are all my greatest frens i could've ever met..&lt;br /&gt;leaving is too unfair for them for the next yr..&lt;br /&gt;they are wat is holding me back frm leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat is there for me to continue staying..&lt;br /&gt;i've lost everything..&lt;br /&gt;i've lost a best fren..&lt;br /&gt;i lost my best sectionmate..&lt;br /&gt;i've lost the gal i love deeply...&lt;br /&gt;she's my everything..&lt;br /&gt;now i've lost her..&lt;br /&gt;i've lost everything..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling isn't there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;the motivation to stay isn't there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i dun see myself enjoying being in band anymore..&lt;br /&gt;things have made a big change..&lt;br /&gt;it isnt like the past anymore..&lt;br /&gt;im really really dying to wish tht things would go back like the past..&lt;br /&gt;i'd die for it..&lt;br /&gt;but i knw it wont..&lt;br /&gt;looking forward is too much pain for me..&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford to let go..&lt;br /&gt;i sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal, u were nv alone..&lt;br /&gt;i was always there..&lt;br /&gt;but why did u have do it..&lt;br /&gt;it din do any of us good..&lt;br /&gt;why do u have to make things complicated..&lt;br /&gt;i hope u could move on..&lt;br /&gt;dun put too much hope on me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;im not sure u have already given up or not..&lt;br /&gt;but jus forget about me..&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i could make things change..&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i can savage this relationship back to where it was..&lt;br /&gt;back to where we have drop it down..&lt;br /&gt;let time heal our pain..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be gone, dun worry..&lt;br /&gt;i wont appear infront of u, so that u could have a peaceful life to live..&lt;br /&gt;forget out past, forget wat we have.. forget that u have a fren called LJS..&lt;br /&gt;work hard in life..&lt;br /&gt;u're a nice person and im sure u could find someone who could giv the kind of life u wanted..&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;our story din ended up how we wanted it to be..&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i've asked u to stay, u would have stayed..&lt;br /&gt;but now i needed u to stay and be with me.. will u come back and complete our story till the very last chapter?&lt;br /&gt;i really hope u would..&lt;br /&gt;hahs.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-8796786158946169653?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/8796786158946169653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8796786158946169653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/8796786158946169653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-4400762870860482098</id><published>2010-12-18T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:39:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not angry&lt;br /&gt;wasnt trying to pick a fight at all&lt;br /&gt;din mean to make u angry&lt;br /&gt;why the hell would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i sounded mean&lt;br /&gt;but wats on the digital world, is diff frm the reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din say i wasn't in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;i knw its my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck why din i apologise&lt;br /&gt;why do i always try to talk it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now nobody slps peaceful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-4400762870860482098?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/4400762870860482098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-angry-wasnt-trying-to-pick-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4400762870860482098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/4400762870860482098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-angry-wasnt-trying-to-pick-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-6879429637632898412</id><published>2010-12-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:03:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sibeh lei&lt;br /&gt;damn tired..&lt;br /&gt;physically&lt;br /&gt;mentally..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-6879429637632898412?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/6879429637632898412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/sibeh-lei-damn-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6879429637632898412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/6879429637632898412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/sibeh-lei-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-299636692293303759</id><published>2010-12-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:36:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at how things have turn out now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how heartache i'll be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't wat i can giv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you so badly..&lt;br /&gt;i need you so badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sumths jus in between us that i jus cant make my way into your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be yours&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make u mine&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one holding your hands down the street&lt;br /&gt;my presence sheltering u frm everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make u the luckiest gal in the world&lt;br /&gt;i jus dun lose u to some other guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, gal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-299636692293303759?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/299636692293303759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-at-how-things-have-turn-out-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/299636692293303759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3347331146381506685/posts/default/299636692293303759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-at-how-things-have-turn-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JianShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03142703290886955747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3347331146381506685.post-2965672543475723408</id><published>2010-11-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:47:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complication</title><content type='html'>so vexed..&lt;br /&gt;so blurred..&lt;br /&gt;so many things in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;jus cant put them together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could hear me out?&lt;br /&gt;who could truly understand my pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you?&lt;br /&gt;do you really knw wat i wan?&lt;br /&gt;do u really knw wat the fuck im being so hard for?&lt;br /&gt;why am i losing myself?&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck i dun see any point in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dun say anything&lt;br /&gt;it seems ur world still turn around the globe&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat inside u&lt;br /&gt;wat are u really feeling&lt;br /&gt;u make me feel unappreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep taking a step back&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how many foot i have taken&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stop loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a moment i see you, anywhere, anytime, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;my heart jus soften and feel relief&lt;br /&gt;ah, its you&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3347331146381506685-2965672543475723408?l=con-dolore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://con-dolore.blogspot.com/feeds/2965672543475723408/comments/default' 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