<?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-16539370</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:22:02.954+12:00</updated><title type='text'>NoTiTle</title><subtitle type='html'>im just bored so thats why im creating this blogs..n hehe guess what ?? i dunno how issit works..alamakk is actually harder then i thought it will be..hey..i need help..anyone..help me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-115545865561254060</id><published>2006-08-13T20:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:44:15.623+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in love 101 "chapter 1"</title><content type='html'>That's why it's called falling in love..&lt;br /&gt;Message: When you think of your past love,&lt;br /&gt;You may view it as a failure.&lt;br /&gt;But when you find a new love,&lt;br /&gt;You view the past as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;In the game of love,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter who won or who lost.&lt;br /&gt;What’s more important is you know when to hold&lt;br /&gt;on and when to let go!&lt;br /&gt;You know when you really love someone and you&lt;br /&gt;want him or her to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Even if their happiness means that you're not part&lt;br /&gt;of it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for the best.&lt;br /&gt;If the person you love doesn't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to love someone else again,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you'll never know unless you give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never love a person you love unless you risk&lt;br /&gt;for love.&lt;br /&gt;Love strives in hurting.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You don't learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Though the pain is still there to test you and to&lt;br /&gt;help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't find love,&lt;br /&gt;Let love find you.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called falling in love because you&lt;br /&gt;don't force yourself to fall.&lt;br /&gt;You just fall.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot finish a book without closing its&lt;br /&gt;chapters.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go on,&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to leave the past as you turn the&lt;br /&gt;pages.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by&lt;br /&gt;a single caress.&lt;br /&gt;It is a lifetime venture in which we will always be&lt;br /&gt;learning, discovering, and growing.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest irony of love is letting go when you&lt;br /&gt;need to hold on and holding on when you need to&lt;br /&gt;let go.&lt;br /&gt;We lose someone we love only when we are&lt;br /&gt;destined to find someone else who can love us&lt;br /&gt;even more than we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;On falling out of love,&lt;br /&gt;it takes some time to heal and to get back on the&lt;br /&gt;horse.&lt;br /&gt;But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the&lt;br /&gt;same one who threw you the first time.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk rejection;&lt;br /&gt;To live be to risk dying;&lt;br /&gt;To hope is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;But risk must be taken because the greatest&lt;br /&gt;hazard in life is risking nothing!&lt;br /&gt;To reach for another is to risk involvement,&lt;br /&gt;To expose your feelings is to expose your true&lt;br /&gt;self;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not to be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;How to define love:&lt;br /&gt;Fall but do not stumble,&lt;br /&gt;Be constant but not too persistent,&lt;br /&gt;Share and never be unfair,&lt;br /&gt;Understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;It can stab your heart or it can carve wonderful&lt;br /&gt;images into your soul that always last for a&lt;br /&gt;lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It should inspire you and give you joy and strength.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the things that give you joy can&lt;br /&gt;also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom who&lt;br /&gt;they choose to be and where they choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;For all the heartaches and tears,&lt;br /&gt;For the gloomy days and fruitless years,&lt;br /&gt;You should be thankful,&lt;br /&gt;For you know,&lt;br /&gt;That there were the things that helped you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving them the freedom to&lt;br /&gt;find their own way,&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not it leads towards you or away from&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be&lt;br /&gt;taken no matter how scary or painful it is,&lt;br /&gt;For only then you'll experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;and that is love.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can hurt your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Fill you with desire and tear you apart.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make you cry and only love knows&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not ready to cry,&lt;br /&gt;If you're not ready to take the risk,&lt;br /&gt;If you're not ready to feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Then you're not ready to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in our lives when we became&lt;br /&gt;afraid to fall in love coz every time we do,&lt;br /&gt;We get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured that's why it's called falling in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-115545865561254060?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/115545865561254060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=115545865561254060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/115545865561254060'/><link rel='self' 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The king agrees to give them a chance, but they must perform three difficult tasks: defeat an ogre, turn lead to gold, and screw a cow. The first man dies fighting the ogre, the second fails at turning lead to gold, but the third man successfully completes all three tasks.&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations!" says the king. "You may now have my daughter's hand in marriage."&lt;br /&gt;"Screw that," says the man. "I want the cow."...yuck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-115394899999055724?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/115394899999055724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=115394899999055724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/115394899999055724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/115394899999055724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-funny-jokes-to-read-might-be.html' title='some funny jokes to read might a be a little &quot;sick&quot;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-115260442608395681</id><published>2006-07-11T19:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:53:46.096+12:00</updated><title type='text'>life = weather ???</title><content type='html'>dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;im now starting to wonder what is blog for???issit for people do something when they bored??or for someone to talk shit when they depress??im not bored!!!coz i got test tomoro but i just dun have to mood to study coz got too many stuff playing with my mind which making me crazy...so i think for me is im just really depress right now...why???good question!!!...&lt;br /&gt;is life similar to weather???sometimes the weather is nice warm everyone enjoy it...some "couple" holding hand walking around the park so "romantic"...but when the weather is too hot or too cold everyone hate it...while for life sometimes u happy or u sad!!!why cant everyone born to be happy???why cant the weather just warm and nice everytimes???...why does we have to suffer when we sad???...who could answer all of my question???who can solve this problem for me???who should i blame on???...&lt;br /&gt;WHY I GOT SO MANY QUESTION???WHY AM I SO WEAK???...WHY CANT I BE STRONG TO FACE THIS LIKE THE WAY I FACE SPORTS???...i guess everyone have their weakness...NO ONE IS GOOD IN EVERYTHING???...&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna really miss that "someone" very much...&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;life sucks...&lt;br /&gt;i miss malaysia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-115260442608395681?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/115260442608395681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=115260442608395681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/115260442608395681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/115260442608395681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-weather.html' title='life = weather ???'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-113394244182148305</id><published>2005-12-07T20:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:00:41.843+13:00</updated><title type='text'>something short to read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't&lt;br /&gt;supposed ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart &lt;br /&gt;broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll &lt;br /&gt;break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. &lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for &lt;br /&gt;things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, &lt;br /&gt;and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many &lt;br /&gt;pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt &lt;br /&gt;because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of &lt;br /&gt;happiness you'll never get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot; who calls you&lt;br /&gt;back when you hang up on him; who will stay awake just to watch you&lt;br /&gt;sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead; who wants to show &lt;br /&gt;you off to the world when you are in your sweats; who holds your &lt;br /&gt;hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly &lt;br /&gt;reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to &lt;br /&gt;have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-113394244182148305?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/113394244182148305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=113394244182148305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113394244182148305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113394244182148305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-short-to-read.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something short to read..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-113257140758544878</id><published>2005-11-22T00:00:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:34:53.993+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be Nice People"</title><content type='html'>Ruth went to her mail box and there was only oneletter. &lt;br /&gt; She picked it up and looked at it before opening, &lt;br /&gt; but then she looked at the envelope again. &lt;br /&gt; There was no stamp, &lt;br /&gt; no postmark, &lt;br /&gt; only her name and address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She read the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dear Ruth:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday&lt;br /&gt; afternoon and I would like to visit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Love Always,&lt;br /&gt; Jesus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. &lt;br /&gt; "Why would the Lord want to visit me?&lt;br /&gt; I'm nobody special. &lt;br /&gt; I don't have anything to offer."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; With that thought, &lt;br /&gt; Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Oh my goodness, &lt;br /&gt; I really don't have anything to offer. &lt;br /&gt; I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." &lt;br /&gt; She reached for her purse and counted out it's contents. &lt;br /&gt; Five dollars and forty cents. &lt;br /&gt; "Well, &lt;br /&gt; I can get some bread and cold cuts at least." &lt;br /&gt; She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A loaf of French bread, &lt;br /&gt; a half-pound of sliced turkey, &lt;br /&gt; and a carton of milk... &lt;br /&gt; leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday.&lt;br /&gt; Nonetheless, &lt;br /&gt; she felt good as she headed home, &lt;br /&gt;her meager offerings tucked under her arm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Hey lady, &lt;br /&gt; can you help us, lady?" &lt;br /&gt; Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, &lt;br /&gt; she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. &lt;br /&gt; A man and a woman, &lt;br /&gt; both of them dressed in little more than rags.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Look lady, &lt;br /&gt; I ain't got a job, &lt;br /&gt; ya know, &lt;br /&gt; and my wife and I have been living out here on the street and well, &lt;br /&gt; now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry, &lt;br /&gt; and well, &lt;br /&gt; if you could help us,&lt;br /&gt; lady, &lt;br /&gt; we'd really appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ruth looked at them both. &lt;br /&gt; They were dirty, &lt;br /&gt; they smelled bad and, &lt;br /&gt; frankly, &lt;br /&gt; she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really&lt;br /&gt; wanted to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Sir, &lt;br /&gt; I'd like to help you, &lt;br /&gt; but I'm a poor woman myself. &lt;br /&gt; All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, &lt;br /&gt; and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, &lt;br /&gt; well okay lady. &lt;br /&gt; I understand. &lt;br /&gt; Thanks anyway."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders,&lt;br /&gt; turned and he headed back into the alley. &lt;br /&gt; as she watched them leave, &lt;br /&gt; Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Sir, &lt;br /&gt; wait!" &lt;br /&gt; The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. &lt;br /&gt; "Look, &lt;br /&gt; why don't you take this food. &lt;br /&gt; I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She handed the man her grocery bag. &lt;br /&gt; "Thank you lady. &lt;br /&gt; Thank you very much." &lt;br /&gt; "Yes thank you."&lt;br /&gt; It was the man's wife, &lt;br /&gt; and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "You know, &lt;br /&gt; I've got another coat at home. &lt;br /&gt; Here,&lt;br /&gt; why don't you take this one." &lt;br /&gt; Ruth unbottoned her jacket and slipped if over the woman's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt; Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street, &lt;br /&gt; without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank you lade! &lt;br /&gt; Thank you very much!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ruth was chilled by the time she reached  her front door, &lt;br /&gt; and worried too. &lt;br /&gt; The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She fumbled through her purse for the door key.&lt;br /&gt; But as she did, &lt;br /&gt; she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. &lt;br /&gt; "That's odd. &lt;br /&gt; the mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Dear Ruth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was so good to see you again. &lt;br /&gt; Thank you for the lovely meal and Thank you for the beautiful coat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Love Always,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jesus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The air was still cold, but even without her coat,&lt;br /&gt; Ruth no long&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-113257140758544878?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/113257140758544878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>guess whose back!!??ah hocks back..hehe</title><content type='html'>hehehe..guess i been missing from this blog for a while..no wonder lots of lots of ppl keep asking me hey ah hock why u didnt update ur blog..!!i guess they just miss me too much gua wahh..im so touch wanna cry liau..hahaha(u know who u r)..this holiday is really bored arr really got nothing to do everyday sit there thinking of what should we do..!!!the weather aldo doenst help much it getting hotter n hotter everyday make me more lazy to do stuffi just feel like go sleep ZZZZzzZZzzzzzz..wonder what is everyone else doing at the moment..!!??wish everyone enjoy their holiday dun care back malaysia or auckalnd or anywhere..wish u all &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SUMMER HOLIDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-113169330471586598?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-113048939970486700</id><published>2005-10-28T21:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:51:39.096+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do!!!</title><content type='html'>haizz..everytime this year this time can see lots of different faces..most of the ppl look SAD probaly they just because they didnt do well on their exam..some people look stress coz too much studying(example me"dun complain")..got some even goes crazy(dunno who yet)..i can say that while im writing this right now got 90% of my fren still studying n 10% having a rest(mabel watching tv n mark watching movie with family)n u know what guys chilll up..we suffer for this 2 or 3 weeks n after that we enjoy ourself for 3 month but to bad for some ppl gonna work(example me kolien me)but im still gonna enjoy my self..im gonna go fishing..!!!fish fish fish..!!fish girl if got girl hahahahha...jk i mean reall fish..!!ahhhaha thats all for today..oh yea btw b4 i forgot actually there is some people doing nothing no need to study that person is tw..damn u..n good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-113048939970486700?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/113048939970486700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=113048939970486700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113048939970486700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113048939970486700'/><link rel='alternate' 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UNTIL YOU GRUNT AND GROAN...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR MERCY...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL EXHAUST YOU TO THE POINT THAT YOU WILL BE RELIEVED WHEN I LEAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU WILL BE WEAK FOR DAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-113005254804098446?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/113005254804098446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=113005254804098446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113005254804098446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/113005254804098446'/><link rel='alternate' 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I think about you I can’t fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘴嘟嘟那可爱的模样 还有在你身上香香的味道&lt;br /&gt;zui du du na ke ai de mo yang hai you zai ni shen shang xiang xiang de wei&lt;br /&gt;dao&lt;br /&gt;Your cute expression when you pout, and also the fragrance on your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的快乐是你 想你想的都会笑&lt;br /&gt;wo de kuai le shi ni xiang ni xiang de dou hui xiao&lt;br /&gt;My happiness is you, as I think about you I always smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有你在我有多难熬&lt;br /&gt;mei you ni zai wo you duo nan ao&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not here, it’s so hard for me to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(没有你在我有多难熬多烦恼)&lt;br /&gt;(mei you ni zai wo you duo nan ao duo fan nao)&lt;br /&gt;(When you’re not here, it’s so hard for me to bear, so troubled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有你烦我有多烦恼&lt;br /&gt;mei you ni fan wo you duo fan nao&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t have you to think about, I am so troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(没有你烦我有多烦恼多难熬)&lt;br /&gt;(mei you ni fan wo you duo fan nao duo nan ao)&lt;br /&gt;(When I don’t have you to think about, I am so troubled, so hard for me to bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿过云层 我试著努力向你奔跑&lt;br /&gt;chuan guo yun ceng wo shi zhe nu li xiang ni ben pao&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through the clouds, I tried hard to run to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱才送到 你却已在别人怀抱&lt;br /&gt;ai cai song dao ni que yi zai bie ren huai bao&lt;br /&gt;Just when love arrived, you were already in someone else’s arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口让她知道&lt;br /&gt;jiu shi kai bu liao kou rang ta zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t open my mouth to let her know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一定会呵护著你也逗你笑&lt;br /&gt;wo yi ding hui he hu zhe ni ye dou ni xiao&lt;br /&gt;I will surely protect you and make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你对我有多重要 我后悔没让你知道&lt;br /&gt;ni dui wo you duo zhong yao wo hou hui mei rang ni zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;You are so important to me, I regret not letting you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安静的听你撒娇 看你睡著一直到老&lt;br /&gt;an jing de ting ni sa jiao kan ni shui zhao yi zhi dao lao&lt;br /&gt;Quietly listening to you whine, watching you sleep till we grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口让她知道&lt;br /&gt;jiu shi kai bu liao kou rang ta zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t open my mouth to let her know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是那么简单几句我办不到&lt;br /&gt;jiu shi na me jian dan ji ju wo ban bu dao&lt;br /&gt;Those mere simple sentences, I can’t say them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;整颗心悬在半空我只能够远远看着&lt;br /&gt;zheng ke xin xuan zai ban kong wo zhi neng gou yuan yuan kan zhao&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart hangs in the air, I can only watch from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些我都做得到但那个人已经不是我&lt;br /&gt;zhe xie wo dou zuo de dao dan na ge ren yi jing bu shi wo&lt;br /&gt;I can do all these things but that person is already not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112971980122867859?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112971980122867859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112971980122867859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112971980122867859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112971980122867859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/kai-bu-liao-kou.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;kai bu liao kou&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112953337772461280</id><published>2005-10-17T20:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:16:17.733+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Love</title><content type='html'>She had never yelled at him like that before.&lt;br /&gt;"He deserved it," she reassured herself.&lt;br /&gt;Mia and Sage had gotten into a huge fight the other night. He had left the house to blow off some steam and none of them had seen him since. They were all getting pretty worried.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeese, it's raining cats and dogs out there!" Cye's remark brought her back to reality. The were all sitting around the living room watching tv except for Rowen who was reading (big surprise). &lt;br /&gt;"Ring, Ring!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get it!" Mia said as she hopped over the couch to answer the phone. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"...uh, hey Mia."&lt;br /&gt;"Sage? is that really you?" Everyone's attention was turned to her at these words. "Sage where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"...Mia, I'm right outside the window."&lt;br /&gt;She ran to the window followed by the other four Ronins. She looked outside to see Sage standing outside soaking wet on his celphone. &lt;br /&gt;"Sage..."&lt;br /&gt;The other four listened intently to their conversation. They watched her as she slowly walked to the door and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;"Mia, i'm so sorry. I just couldn't stay mad at you...Mia, i love you with all my heart."&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause.&lt;br /&gt;"Sage, I, I'm sorry too. i love you." Tears started welling up in her eyes. He took the phone away from his ear. She ran outside into the pouring rain and jumped into his arms. He held her like it would hurt him to let her go. She stood there and cried into his chest while he held her close. Nothing mattered anymore. All that mattered was that she was in Sage's arms. She felt all her problems melt away. Then he lifted her face and wiped the tears from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Mia, don't cry. I hate to see you cry." Then without another word he took her in his arms and kissed he. The other Ronins looked on as their two friends stood there, kissing in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112953337772461280?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112953337772461280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112953337772461280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112953337772461280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112953337772461280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-of-love.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Power Of Love&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112945507541886531</id><published>2005-10-16T22:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:31:15.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salty Coffee</title><content type='html'>He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112945507541886531?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112945507541886531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112945507541886531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112945507541886531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112945507541886531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/salty-coffee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Salty Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112920397049554238</id><published>2005-10-14T00:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:46:10.500+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/1600/5050834331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/400/5050834331.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasshhhhh...ppl on earth the earth has been attack by alien..!!the alien has attack our lovely huggeble talkeble ble ble ble..!!! u can see that even thou our fren is big size not fat okay..!!! dun be mean guys..n yet he cant fight agains this tiny creature so we called alien..haizz..poor our fren..!! well..we have to just watch out guys....n good luck for exam n study hard !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112920397049554238?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112920397049554238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112920397049554238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112920397049554238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112920397049554238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/wasshhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112902989310369058</id><published>2005-10-12T00:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:24:53.110+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wait to say "I LOVE U"  &gt;--hint hint "someone"&lt;--</title><content type='html'>Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset. &lt;br /&gt;One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112902989310369058?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112902989310369058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112902989310369058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112902989310369058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112902989310369058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-wait-to-say-i-love-u-hint-hint.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Don&apos;t wait to say &quot;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;  &gt;--hint hint &quot;someone&quot;&lt;--'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112884029830343665</id><published>2005-10-09T19:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:44:58.303+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Game ---&gt; Guess ?? </title><content type='html'>A smart blonde, a stupid blonde and Santa Claus play poker, who wins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112884029830343665?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112884029830343665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112884029830343665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112884029830343665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112884029830343665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/guess.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poker Game ---&gt; Guess ?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112883965988193710</id><published>2005-10-09T19:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:34:19.893+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Story</title><content type='html'>From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background,&amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112883965988193710?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112883965988193710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112883965988193710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112883965988193710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112883965988193710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/touching-story.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Touching Story&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112845772781017946</id><published>2005-10-05T09:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:29:28.166+13:00</updated><title type='text'>BI in BM </title><content type='html'>Seorang anak baru habis menuntut di luar negera diuji oleh ayahnya &lt;br /&gt;yang sebenarnya tidak tahu berbahasa ingeris sedikitpun, untuk &lt;br /&gt;mengetahui sejauh mana kemampuannya anaknya berbahasa ingeris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Buku dalam BI.. ape?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak : "De buk" (the Book) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Pena dalam BI..apa?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak : "De pen" (The Pen) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ayahnye berfikir bahawe BI adalah senang.. setiap bende&lt;br /&gt; dalam BM bile diterjemah ke BI mesti ade 'De' dan perkataan &lt;br /&gt;berikutnye dipendekkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ayahnye menemui rakannya dikedai kopi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ayah : "Aku boleh berbahase BI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan : "Ok.. cuba cakap dalam BI...'Kambing makan rumput'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ayah : "De kam de mak de rum"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112845772781017946?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112845772781017946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112845772781017946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112845772781017946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112845772781017946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/bi-in-bm.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;BI in BM &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112841855021244987</id><published>2005-10-04T22:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:38:49.946+13:00</updated><title type='text'>love some one is not from the way they looks..is the WAY THEY ARE..!!</title><content type='html'>i had three friends. Eric, Cathlyn, Carol.&lt;br /&gt;Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school.&lt;br /&gt;Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;Carol was just one of those plain and average girls .&lt;br /&gt;Cathlyn and Carol were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Cathlyn didn't have to do anything to attract Eric.&lt;br /&gt;For she was already attractive enough.&lt;br /&gt;Carol on the other hand, showered Eric which love and care.&lt;br /&gt;Carol wasn't ugly at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;But she wasn't a cheerleader, she didn't were spaghetti-straps or tubes.&lt;br /&gt;So like everyone expected, Eric chose Cathlyn.&lt;br /&gt;For Carol was just one ordinary and plain girl.&lt;br /&gt;While Cathlyn was labele d as the cool and attractive type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric always insulted Carol.  &lt;br /&gt;Telling her what a 'Plain Jane' she was.&lt;br /&gt;And how dumb she looked.&lt;br /&gt;Which obviously made Carol feel so hurt and useless.&lt;br /&gt;That's life. Carol never gave up though.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to prove something to Eric.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to prove that looks aren't everything.&lt;br /&gt;She studied hard, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;She became the top girl, and all the guys who once ignored her, chased her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she never forgot Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric's locker.&lt;br /&gt;Always with the same words.&lt;br /&gt;'I care for you, and I always will'&lt;br /&gt;Because she knew that Eric was facing a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;Eric began to realise.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb he had been.&lt;br /&gt;His beloved girlfriend, Cathlyn.&lt;br /&gt;Was flirting with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;He regretted for choosing the wrong girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathlyn broke up with Eric later.&lt;br /&gt;For she had found a wealthier guy.&lt;br /&gt;Eric felt so cheated, stupid and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;He went to look for Carol.&lt;br /&gt;He knelt on his knees, and said.&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, please forgive me. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;Carol rejected him, much to everyone's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;She only uttered these words.&lt;br /&gt;"You've suffered a great loss, so I don't want you to face another one" &lt;br /&gt;Eric felt disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't understand a word that she said to him.&lt;br /&gt;But they became good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Did everything together.&lt;br /&gt;Eric began to change into someone better.&lt;br /&gt;Because Carol showered him with the love he never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;His ex-girlfriends had never treated him that way.&lt;br /&gt;They just accepted him for his looks.&lt;br /&gt;But Carol accepted him for himself .&lt;br /&gt;She changed him.&lt;br /&gt;Carol continued putting a red rose into his locker everyday.&lt;br /&gt;With the same words. She never forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Carol didn't turn up in school.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't come for a week.&lt;br /&gt;At first, Eric thought that she was on a vacation with her family.&lt;br /&gt;Because she told him that she would be going Hawaii with them.&lt;br /&gt;But one day. He received a call from the General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that Carol was about to die.&lt;br /&gt;She had been suffering from cancer.&lt;br /&gt;But Carol forbade them from telling him.&lt;br /&gt;Because she didn't want Eric to worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;But now that she was about to die.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to see Eric for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Eric rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw how weak Carol was.&lt;br /&gt;Tears began rushing down his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you hide this from me?"&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him . And smiled weakly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I said that I didn't want you to suffer from facing another loss, I meant this. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I wanted to spend my last days with you cheerfully." Eric looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't leave me!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"What will I be without you?"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be who you are now. I will always be there by your side. Never forget that. Cherish those times. Live life happily. And one more thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" "I love you" And she died. Eric screamed.&lt;br /&gt;He still couldn't accept Carol's death.&lt;br /&gt;He had only spent a month with Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month. But Carol changed his life in a way.&lt;br /&gt;A way that no one could ever explain. He regretted.&lt;br /&gt;But he knew that Carol would always be keeping an eye on him from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes We just don't appreciate those people who really care for us.&lt;br /&gt;Until they leave us. Until we lose them. Then we regret.&lt;br /&gt;Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts.&lt;br /&gt;It's better to tell someone how much you love them.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.&lt;br /&gt;You'll regret Love is. When we fight till the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Just to show and tell someone how much we love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112841855021244987?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112841855021244987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112841855021244987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112841855021244987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112841855021244987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-some-one-is-not-from-way-they.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;love some one is not from the way they looks..is the WAY THEY ARE..!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112813529786865956</id><published>2005-10-01T14:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:00:38.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>guess guess what word !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12345678 = 1 word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hint &lt;/strong&gt;1:-               1234 &lt;em&gt;Atmospheric Condition &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hint &lt;/strong&gt;2:-              34567 &lt;em&gt;Support Plant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hint&lt;/strong&gt; 3:-                 45 &lt;em&gt;Friendly Thankyou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hint &lt;/strong&gt;4:-                678 &lt;em&gt;A Name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..try to guess what word..!!see how smart are u..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112813529786865956?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112813529786865956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112813529786865956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112813529786865956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112813529786865956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/10/guess-guess-what-word.html' title='guess guess what word !!!'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112790530520159046</id><published>2005-09-28T22:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:44:00.056+12:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!???</title><content type='html'>oh man ohh man..what in the hell wrong with most of the people nowdays ?? say this thing then after that say another thing..is like they never can made up their minds..what is the point of make empty promises??whats so fun about it ??well i really dun understand some of the ppl like to do so..coz it always end up people hates u..or unless u really want people to hates u loh then i got nothing to say!!dunno lah..dun care also..this week also is not my day no car to drive around liau until friday afternoon.. :( haizz..exam coming soon n what am i doing ?? watching one piece hehe..u guys seriously need to start watching it man..if not regret for life..!!!hahaha :P me wanna watch one piece liau c yaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112790530520159046?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112790530520159046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112790530520159046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112790530520159046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112790530520159046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='!!!???'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112743001202587741</id><published>2005-09-23T10:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:02:15.400+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan tipu budak kecik!!!...ni memang kelakar giler!!!</title><content type='html'>Seorang pemuda hensome yang sedang mabuk, berjemur dipantai tanpa pakaian menutup tubuhnya. Ketika dia melihat seorang anak gadis kecil lebih kurang berumur 7 tahun berjalan melintasinya, Dengan pantas dia menutup bahagian tubuhnya yang tertentu dengan buku yang sedang di bacanya. Kerana hairan, anak gadis kecil itu berkata, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang, apa abang tutup dengan buku tu?" tanya gadis kecil sambil menunjuk ke arah buku. Kerana malu, pemuda itu menjawab, "Ah tidak ada apa-apa. ini hanya seekor burung pipit?" Seekor burung pipit?" tanya gadis itu kebingungan. Betul, hanya seekor burung pipit," jawab pemuda lebih tegas. Setelah gadis kecil itu pergi berlalu, si pemuda kembali membaca buku sambil meneguk minuman kerasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama kemudian, si pemuda tertidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika terbangun, dia berada di hospital dan merasa sakit yang amat sangat. &lt;br /&gt;Seorang polis menanyainya, "Apa yang terjadi?" "Saya tidak tahu. Saya sedang berjemur di pantai, lalu ada gadis kecil bertanya sebentar dan tidak lama setelah dia pergi saya tertidur dan kini tiba- tiba berada di sini. Polis itu pergi ke pantai mencari gadis kecil dan bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang kamu lakukan terhadap lelaki yang sedang berjemur itu tadi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadis kecil itu menjawab, "Saya tidak melakukan apa-apa terhadap abang tu pon. Cuma waktu dia tidur, saya main dengan burung pipitnya. Tapi tidak lama kemudian, burung itu meludahi muka saya. Karena itu saya patahkan leher dan paruhnya, saya pecahkan telur-telurnya &amp; saya bakar sarangnya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota : jgn cuba temberang budak kecik.. susah nanti... ekekekekek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112743001202587741?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112743001202587741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112743001202587741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112743001202587741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112743001202587741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/jangan-tipu-budak-kecikni-memang.html' title='Jangan tipu budak kecik!!!...ni memang kelakar giler!!!'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112742932053612574</id><published>2005-09-23T10:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:55:12.070+12:00</updated><title type='text'>lawak antarabangsa</title><content type='html'>JAMAL ke kedai untuk membeli telur yang dipesan ibunya. Ketika berdiri di tepi jalan, dua buah kereta tiba-tiba berlanggar di hadapannya. Dia terkejut dan kaku di situ sehingga polis dan ambulans tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mangsa dikeluarkan, Jamal berlari pulang dan terlupa membeli telur. Jamal dengan penuh minat menceritakan kemalangan itu pada ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dahsyat bu, kakinya tercabut dan terpelanting ke&lt;br /&gt;seberang jalan. Tangannya pulak putus, kepala pecah, perut terburai..."&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba ibunya mencelah, "Telurnya mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamal menjawab, "Err.... Mal tak tau pulak ke mana tercampaknya!"&lt;br /&gt;Samdol pergi ke sebuah pekan untuk membeli buah durian... lalu dia menghampiri seorang penjual buah durian yang merupakan orang asli tempatan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samdol :"Bang harga durian ini berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Org Asli : "yang ini.. sepopit sebiji"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samdol kebingungan mendengar jawapan dalam bahasa orang asli itu kerana dia tidak memahami berapa nilainya sepopit itu.. lalu Samdol buat2 tahu dan cuba menawarinya..&lt;br /&gt;Samdol : "Bang.. Boleh kurang sikit tak"?&lt;br /&gt;Orang Asli : "Boleh aje, nak kurang berape?&lt;br /&gt;Samdol : "Lahupa.. boleh ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjual orang asli itu kebingungan.. lalu bertanya pada Samdol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang Asli : "Lahupa itu berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;Samdol : "Cakap dulu.. 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antarabangsa'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112742723212668522</id><published>2005-09-23T10:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:13:52.520+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;akon - lonely&lt;/title&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hockie.castpost.com/Akon - Lonely.wma"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.castpost.com/Images/CP_big_file.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hockie.castpost.com/Akon - Lonely.wma"&gt;Akon - Lonely.wma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://www.castpost.com'&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-16539370.post-112738528889688160</id><published>2005-09-22T22:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:37:10.810+12:00</updated><title type='text'>more jiwang ?</title><content type='html'>THIS BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES           &lt;br /&gt;Each year he sent her roses, &lt;br /&gt;and the note would always say, &lt;br /&gt;I love you even more this year, &lt;br /&gt;than last year on this day. &lt;br /&gt;My love for you will always grow, &lt;br /&gt;with every passing year." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time &lt;br /&gt;that the roses would appear. &lt;br /&gt;She thought, he ordered roses &lt;br /&gt;in advance before this day. &lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know, &lt;br /&gt;that he would pass away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early, &lt;br /&gt;way before the time. &lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy, &lt;br /&gt;everything would work out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems and &lt;br /&gt;placed them in a very special vase. &lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside &lt;br /&gt;the portrait of his smiling face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours, &lt;br /&gt;In her husband's favorite chair. &lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture, &lt;br /&gt;and the roses sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by, and it was &lt;br /&gt;to live without her mate. &lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude, &lt;br /&gt;that had become her fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, &lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, and there &lt;br /&gt;were roses sitting by her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the roses in, &lt;br /&gt;and then just looked at them in shock. &lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone, &lt;br /&gt;to call the florist shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him, &lt;br /&gt;if he would explain, Why would someone would &lt;br /&gt;do this to her, causing her such pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your husband passed away, &lt;br /&gt;more than a year ago," &lt;br /&gt;The owner said, &lt;br /&gt;"I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. &lt;br /&gt;The flowers you received today, &lt;br /&gt;were paid for in advance. &lt;br /&gt;Your husband always planned ahead, &lt;br /&gt;he left nothing to chance. &lt;br /&gt;There is a standing order, &lt;br /&gt;that I have on file down here, &lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance, &lt;br /&gt;you'll get them every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing, &lt;br /&gt;that I think you should know, &lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card that should be sent to you &lt;br /&gt;the following year." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. &lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking, &lt;br /&gt;as she slowly reached to get the card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. &lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence, &lt;br /&gt;this is what he wrote... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love, I know it's been a year &lt;br /&gt;since I've been gone. &lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;I know it must be lonely, &lt;br /&gt;and the pain is very real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if it was the other way, &lt;br /&gt;I know how I would feel. &lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything &lt;br /&gt;so beautiful in life. &lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say, &lt;br /&gt;you were the perfect wife. &lt;br /&gt;You were my friend and lover, &lt;br /&gt;you fulfilled my every need. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a y ear, &lt;br /&gt;but please try not to grieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, &lt;br /&gt;even when you shed your tears. &lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. &lt;br /&gt;When you get these roses, &lt;br /&gt;think of all the happiness that we had together, &lt;br /&gt;and how both of us were blessed. &lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and &lt;br /&gt;I know I always will. &lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on, &lt;br /&gt;you have some living still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...try to find happiness, &lt;br /&gt;while living out your days. &lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy, &lt;br /&gt;but I hope you find some ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year, &lt;br /&gt;and they will only stop, &lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered, &lt;br /&gt;when the florist stops to knock. &lt;br /&gt;He will come five times that day, &lt;br /&gt;in case you have gone out. &lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit, &lt;br /&gt;he will know without a doubt! &lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place, &lt;br /&gt;where I've instructed him &lt;br /&gt;and place the roses where we are, &lt;br /&gt;together once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; &lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your life &lt;br /&gt;just by being part of it. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh &lt;br /&gt;until you can't stop; &lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe &lt;br /&gt;that there really is good in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you &lt;br /&gt;that there really is an unlocked door &lt;br /&gt;just waiting for you to open it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112738528889688160?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112738528889688160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112738528889688160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112738528889688160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112738528889688160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-jiwang.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;more jiwang ?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112720453955218556</id><published>2005-09-20T20:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:15:06.470+12:00</updated><title type='text'>PizzA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/400/untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What u had for ur lunch or dinner ??? Pizza har ?? have u ever wonder how ur pizza is delivery to ur n is still hot arr ?? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayzz what did u guys had for dinner or lunch ?? lunch i ate some chicken for lunch n dinner something cooked with fish my mum cooked 1 soo nice man..eat until im soo full lazy too move become "snake" already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well too bad for some people that have to cooked them self :) or eat out loh while i got my great mum at home..hohohho..but u know what guys !! i do know how to cook ok..it just that im lazy..!! dun think that i cant cook k..if u want i cook for u 1 day if u lucky enough can eat the thing that i cook lor.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112720453955218556?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112720453955218556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112720453955218556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112720453955218556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112720453955218556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/pizza.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PizzA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112686195640080399</id><published>2005-09-16T21:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:18:56.836+12:00</updated><title type='text'>nice pic ler </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/1600/PC1201651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/1572/320/PC1201651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can find me ?? haha..of coz can..me so ahem "_______" sure can find laa.. anyway that pic is my sis wedding pic i think 2 years ago..!!! big horr..my family..!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112686195640080399?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112686195640080399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112686195640080399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112686195640080399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112686195640080399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-pic-ler.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;nice pic ler &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112682621606116312</id><published>2005-09-16T06:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:17:49.340+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Carefully and Understand the Meanings </title><content type='html'>Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. &lt;br /&gt; Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. &lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. &lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry? &lt;br /&gt;If love isn't a game, why are there so many players? &lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. &lt;br /&gt;You can only go as far as you push! &lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;br /&gt; The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. &lt;br /&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it. &lt;br /&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have. &lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world special by just being in it. &lt;br /&gt;Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us. &lt;br /&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there. &lt;br /&gt;Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love something...let it go. &lt;br /&gt;If it comes back to you its yours.... &lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't then it never was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is just a kiss until u find the one you love. A hug is just a hug&gt;until its from the one ur thinking of. A dream is just a dream until u make it come tru. LOVE is just a word until its proven 2 u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112682621606116312?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112682621606116312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112682621606116312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112682621606116312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112682621606116312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/read-carefully-and-understand-meanings.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Carefully and Understand the Meanings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112659445759675505</id><published>2005-09-13T18:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:01:56.636+12:00</updated><title type='text'>love story..</title><content type='html'>"Look out!"&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned but it was too late. The water bomb had splashed right into her face. She winced. That was cold, she thought. She reached out to wipe the water from her face. She and her friends were at Cindy's birthday party. The games had been fun, but tiring as well. She was glad when it was time to head for the refresments.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Joan!" Cindy called out.&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned and saw Cindy dragging a 16 year old teenager behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me introduce my brother to you.He's Jason." she said.&lt;br /&gt;Joan turned to look at the stranger for the first time. She gasped. Wasn't this the guy who had teased her everyday when he met her? She was stunned. "You..," was all she could manage to say.&lt;br /&gt;But Jason grinned at her," So this is your friend. I think we met before, haven't we, Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;Joan just stared at Cindy and her brother, nodding her head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, if that's the case, i shall leave you two to talk among yourselves," Cindy replied, walking away to entertain the rest of the guests.&lt;br /&gt;"So..hi.," Jason said and smiled, showing his perfect set of white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hello," Joan replied.She took her time to look at Jason. He had a set of deep blue coloured eyes, which reminded her of the ocean. He was tall and had blonde hair. Everything about him matched completely. He seemed..perfect. Too perfect. She would have believed in love at first sight if she didn't have a boyfriend. Too bad she did. And she wasn't going to show Jason that she was interested in him in any way.&lt;br /&gt;"Got to go," Joan turned and left the party.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight shone into her room. Joan woke up. School was starting again, and the summer holidays were over. No more daydreaming, she thought. Walking into the hall, she picked up the phone and dialed her boyfriend, Andy's number.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Andy?" Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..Joan? What's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can you pick me up in fifteen minutes time?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought u said that you wanted to go to school with me today..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Yeah. I sort of um, forgot. Something cropped up. Sorry honey."&lt;br /&gt;Without another word, Andy hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was weird, Joan thought. But she ignored that feeling as she believed Andy when he said that something had cropped up. She went to bathe, then she went to school by herself.&lt;br /&gt;On reaching the school gate, she spotted a car that seemed familar to her. The car went into the school and parked itself in an empty spot. Andy got out of the car. Joan smiled and was about to call him when he went over to the passenger's seat and opened the door. A girl dressed in a sweater and a mini skirt stepped out. Joan gasped as the scene continued in front of her. Andy took the girl by her hand and they kissed each other. Joan could not believe what was going on. Is this a dream, or is this for real? She thought as she pinched herself. Ouch, that hurt, she thought. Knowing that she would have to confront Andy sooner or later, she walked up to the couple. Andy saw her and was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I demand an explaination." Joan looked at him sternly.&lt;br /&gt;"I--"&lt;br /&gt;"So now you have seen it, and you should know what it means. He wants to break up with you. Get it?" The girl beside Andy interruped.&lt;br /&gt;Joan was speechless. But knowing that she could not do anything about it, she just glared at Andy and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;She ran, not knowing where she was heading to. She just kept running in the hallway. People stared at her. She knew why. Tears were streaming down her crimson cheeks. Her eyes were red and she looked unsightly. She saw a girls' toilet and went inside. Luckily for her, it was empty and she would not have to face any more stares for now. She washed her face and looked into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;"Joan, you're such a fool. You could have known that Andy is such a freak and he was cheating on you all the time. How could you have fallen into this dumb trap without knowing it?" She said to her reflection.&lt;br /&gt;But the reflection just stared back at her. It gave no reply, and no expressions to show that it was angry. The tears came back.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan stepped out of the toilet, feeling refreshed. She turned a corner and nearly banged into Jason.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! Watch where you're going, will ya--" Jason stopped in mid sentence when he noticed that it was Joan. "Oh, hey, what's up?" Jason looked at Joan's gloomy face.&lt;br /&gt;"Something happened?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;But Joan just turned and walked to her class. &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;It was the last period.Jason couldn't concentrate in class. What was wrong with Joan? Why did she have to avoid him everytime? Maybe she already knew that he had fallen for her. But it was impossible. So far, Jason had not given out any hints to show that. Well, who knows? He thought. Humans are weird. He took out his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling troubled. I met her again today at the hallway. She looks kind of..sad. I wished I could help her in any way. But she seems to be avoiding me every time. I wished that i could hug her and tell her that everything is gonna be okay. But i can't do that. She doesn't feel the same way towards me like what i feel towards her. It's one-sided love. I want to be with her. Will that dream ever come true one day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the notebook. School was over. He picked up his bag and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason rushed to his room and turned on his computer. Everyday after school, he would never fail to see his pen-pal, "Candy Dreams" online. He had never met her before, but she had been a good friend to him all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hi! I've been waiting for you to come online.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha..first time hearing you say that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Anyway..i and my boyfriend broke up..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Huh? What happened? Are you feeling okay?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I wished i hadn't been so childish to have liked him in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Don't be silly. You didn't know this would happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: But i feel so stupid..I can't seem to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: You just have to remember..time heals all wounds..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Thanks..i really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Anyway, enough about me. So what's going on between you and your dream girl?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Well..i met her again today.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: And?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Same old thing. She avoided me. But i couldn't help noticing how sad she looked.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Maybe she doesn't know how you feel about her..i think you should tell her.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: No, I dun plan to tell her. I rather things remain this way..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I feel that..Just as long as she is happy, I will feel the same way.To me, love is about happiness.I just want to be a friend to her..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Whoa, I'd feel lucky if i were her..She has no idea how great you are..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I wished my boyfriend was like that..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: True love will come to you one day too. Dun worry..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hope so. Anyway, gtg. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Cya!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan felt better. Maybe time really would heal all wounds. She reached into her drawer and took out her diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot better after talking to my friend. Sometimes i feel that he's like a soul mate to me. Well anyway, maybe things will get alot better. It isn't time for me to brood about this stuff anymore. I have to forget about Andy. Actually, you know what? I have a little feeling for Jason too. But i'm not gonna go into another relationship so soon..And i can't gurantee than Jason feels the same way. Who knows what will happen in the future?" &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason stepped into the school, feeling fresh after a morning bath. He walked up to his classroom, meeting Joan on the way. To his suprise, she smiled at him, showing a perfect pair of dimples. Jason grinned and fluffed her hair as they walked past each other. He continued on his way, smiling to himself all the time. He felt warm. She had actually smiled at him! It was such a great feeling to know that he had actually existed in Joan's life.&lt;br /&gt;During break time, Jason saw Joan and decided to strike up a conversation to see whether she would respond.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..so..hi," Jason stammered.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Joan greeted cheerfully, laughing as she did so.&lt;br /&gt;Jason felt suprised and warm at her friendly greeting. She looks so cute when she laughs, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Care to eat with me?" Jason asked hopefully&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" was Joan's joyful response.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;After eating his dinner, Jason went to his room and took out his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I had a great lunch today. Perhaps that was because of her presence. She smiled at me for the first time today.. I felt warm. It makes me more unwilling to confess my true feelings to her as i am afraid that she would avoid me. I rather she treat me this way, just like a close friend whom she can share her thoughts to. I don't want to do something that I will regret later. Maybe it would be best if the situation remains like this.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason closed his notebook silently. The day after would be international friendship day. He decided to buy a present for Joan.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" Joan called out.&lt;br /&gt;Jason turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girl," He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;Joan smiled. He had no idea how his heart-stopping grin seem to be of a comfort to her.&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's going on?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, same old thing. I can't figure out a thing the algebra teacher is talking about."&lt;br /&gt;"Did u always have a problem with algebra? You could have told me earlier!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me i'm talking to an algebra expert?" Jason asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.. Well, i wouldn't call myself that. But i get As for my algebra. It's my favourite subject."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! That's cool! Would you be willing to teach me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! In fact, I'm free after school today. You?"&lt;br /&gt;"Me too. Meet you in the library after school?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. See ya later then," Joan replied.&lt;br /&gt;They then parted, walking different directions towards their classrooms.Suddenly, Jason turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," He called out.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" Joan turned.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks..for being such a friend. I really appreciate that,"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you're a great friend yourself too," Joan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;They continued on their own way. Maybe there is hope for both of us..? No, I shouldn't be thinking like this. But..i actually have the feeling that i miss him.. Joan thought. Clutching her books tightly towards her chest, she walked into the classroom, put her things down and took out her diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;What is going on? What is wrong with me..? Why is it that I long to be with him but yet i am trying my best not to like him..? Is this love? I wished he was here right now, beside me. I want to be with him so badly, but he seems to treat me only as a close friend. That's all. A close friend. I want to be someone more than a close friend to him. But maybe that is not so possible afterall.." &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Is that all i reallie mean to her? A 'great friend' ? I want to be more than a great friend to her. But it seems that she only treats me as a friend. I don't know how to tell her how much i want to be with her. Maybe waiting would be my only option.. Is this love?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason rested his head on his hands and re-read the entry he had just written into his notebook. He sighed. Maybe love isn't so great afterall..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan waved at Jason to signal him to come over to the table she was sitting at. Jason jogged over and pulled out a chair to make himself comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;"Had a great lunch?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. I guess we can start on our work then," Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole afternoon, Joan spent her time explaining to Jason and teaching him all the problems which he didn't know how to solve. She was disappointed when it was time to go home. But she refused to show her true feelings to Jason and put on a brave front instead.&lt;br /&gt;"So..if you have any other questions..feel free to find me," She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," Jason answered.&lt;br /&gt;They left the library, each going their own seperate way.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan rushed to her room, dumped her bag aside, and turned on her computer. Dotty was online! She couldn't wait to tell him what had happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Sorry I'm late..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha, no problem, I just signed in not long ago too.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I seem to have fallen for someone else...&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: That's great. Maybe that person would treat your better than how your ex did..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I don't even know whether he feels the same way..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hey, remember the advice you gave me? Why don't you tell the guy?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Me? No way. I wouldn't want to break a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: But did you give him any hints?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Nah.. I think he only treats me as a close friend..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Don't be so sad..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I'm alright. Thanks.. I gtg anyway. I'm tired. Off to sleep!=)&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Haha..maybe you should be called Candy Pig huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey! Too tired to argue with you anymore. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan smiled to herself. Sometimes, Dotty had such humour that she was unable to resist. He would always make her smile even after a tired day. Time to sleep, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason clutched the present tightly in his hand. It was International friendship day and he had gotten a present for Joan. He made his way to her classroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;She turned. Jason was standing at the doorway of her classroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Nice to see ya," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;"So um..here's a present for you. Friends forever.."&lt;br /&gt;Joan was suprised. She had gotten a present for Jason too.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait here," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, Joan returned, holding a box tied with a silver ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;"Here," she said.&lt;br /&gt;They exchanged their presents with each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for being such a good friend to me. Friends forever..," Joan smiled at Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Jason was struck by her smile. He jus stared at her with a kind of sadness in his eyes. This girl can never be mine, he thought. He grinned at Joan and waved goodbye to her before going back to his classroom.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan returned to her seat. She stared at the lavender box in her hand. What could be in it? she thought. opening the box, she saw a silver bracelet lying among the soft cotton. She picked it up. It's beautiful, she thought. She gazed at it for awhile before putting it back into the box. Taking out her diary, she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a bracelet. And it's..reallie beautiful..I hope he likes the present i gave him too.. But i don't understand. Does he just treat me as a friend? I want to be more than a friend to him. But it's so hard to tell him. I just seem to lose my words when looking at him. He's my angel. My love. But he'll never get to know that..I'll never find the courage to tell him.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher came in. Joan closed her book quickly and put in in her bag. Who is this cute guy beside the teacher? She thought. Awhile later, the guy was introduced as Dave. He had just transferred from another school and Joan was assigned to help him around the school. Thus, Dave was to sit beside her. The other girls stared at Joan with envy. But Joan..her thoughts were all filled of Jason..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a wallet. That was sweet of her. I love the present she gave me..i hope she likes the one i gave her too..I don't understand. Does she treat me only as a friend? She means much more to me than that. But she doesn't know. And she never will..cos i won't have the courage to tell her.." &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Just as Joan was walking down the hallway, a voice stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..hi."&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head. Wasn't that Dave?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. You got problems with your work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er..actually yea.sort of.Are u able to go thru some notes with me tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow..yea i think i'll be free."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..we'll study at my house? My parents will be home, so don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.I'm not gonna worry with an honest guy like you. Cya tomorrow then!"&lt;br /&gt;Joan walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Dave stared at her. She's wonderful, he thought. And i'm in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan threw her bag onto the bed and turned on the computer immediately.&lt;br /&gt;A new contact had added her.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's this guy..?" She said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;dave_jones@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familar, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hey..are u Joan?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yea..u are Dave?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Haha. The one and only.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okae. So how did u get my add?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Well. thru a senior..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha, well okae. these things happen all the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: So are u still on for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yea sure. I'm supposed to help u anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Ok. Hey look, i gtg. Cya tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yep..cya.good nite.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiyahh~&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Heyyz.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha. I had a great day and i'm soo happie!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hmm..looks like something happened huh.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: He gave me a present!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Sounds familar..haha..anyway, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Secret..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Oh well.Haha.Hmm..Candy?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Do you want to meet up?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Um..well..i'm nort sure..u want?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I'm not sure too..but i reallie want to meet up with u.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Me too. Well in that case..how about next wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: No problem. Meet at?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hmm..you know that place Dolphino?8pm?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Yeah sure. I gtg. See you soon..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha.I'm looking forward to meeting u too. See ya..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan stood at the steps of Dave's house, clutching her books. She pressed the bell. Dave opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, come in."&lt;br /&gt;Dave led Joan to the living room, where his parents were at.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi auntie and uncle," Joan greeted them politely.&lt;br /&gt;They smiled at her and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"So where are we supposed to study?" Joan asked Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"At the dining room. Come on."&lt;br /&gt;They walked to the dining room and sat down. Then, Joan taught Dave all the subjects which he had problems in. The time passed quickly and it was time for Joan to leave.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye. See you in school tomorrow," Joan said and left his house.&lt;br /&gt;Dave, you're so stupid, you could have asked her to stay awhile more, he thought. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Um..i got something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Haha, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Well um..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I..i like you.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I know you probably don't feel the same way..But i reallie like u alot and i'm gonna try to win your heart..i hope you won't stop me..cya.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Well..&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? Joan thought. Is he kidding or what? I just knew him a few days ago and he likes me? Is that a joke? Well. Guys.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason went to his room to do his homework. When he sat down at his chair, he suddenly remembered that he left his pen with his sister. He went to her room to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that his pen was on her table, he decided that he didn't need her permission to take something that was his. He was just about to leave when a piece of paper on the desk caught his attention. He picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;candy_dreams@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that..&lt;br /&gt;No it couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;But..how did my sis know candy dreams? He thought.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to solve this unanswered question, he took the piece of paper and went to the living room to ask his sister.&lt;br /&gt;"Cindy!" Jason called.&lt;br /&gt;"What's up bro," Cindy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this person? How did u get her email add?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be silly. Isn't that Joan? You know her. She was at my birthday party, remember?" Cindy casually replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? That Joan? Oh..thanks." Jason returned the paper to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;He went back to his room and turned on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder everything that happened to her seemed so familiar to me..but..should i let her know who I am? I don't want to. I want to take hold of this chance to get to know her better..But..we're supposed to meet next week..what should i do..? Jason was lost in his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Hey..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiyahhz&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um..i don't think i'll be able to meet u next week..I'm going out..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Oh..in that case..it's alright..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: It's reallie okay. We can always find some other time to meet up rite?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um well..i'll be kind of busy for the next few months..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay then..we'll talk about it again when you're free..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Why aren't u talking..?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: I'm just kind of disappointed..but it's okay reallie.&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Oh..&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Well, never mind. I think i will be able to meet u afterall.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;[Dotty] says: Um..i jus remembered that it's thursday i'm going out on. Shesh.i can get pretty forgetful sometimes u know..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Really?That's great!=).Hey, i gotta go. Cya! Night.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a liar.But i still had to meet her in the end. I can't bear to see her upset. It reallie hurts. It makes me sad to see her disappointed like just now.. Anyway it's just a meeting with her right? Why am i being such a coward? But..i don't want her to know. I reallie want to get to know her well.." &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Dave entered the classroom with a box of chocolates in his hands. He smiled at Joan and passed her the box.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Is that for me?" Joan asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep.Hope u'll accept it."&lt;br /&gt;"But..i can't.."&lt;br /&gt;"Please..just give me a chance to prove that i can love u like anyone else does..," Dave said sincerely, looking at Joan.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well..Okay.."&lt;br /&gt;Joan felt touched. Was this how it felt like to be loved by someone else? She smiled gratefully at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since i last saw Jason. I wonder what he's doing right now..? Dave is being pretty sweet to me. He's a nice guy. Well, i'm not considering anything though. Am i? Nah..don't think so. I'm meeting Dotty tomorrow. I'm so excited. I've known him for a year and tomorrow will be the first time i'm meeting him. Hope everything goes well.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joan?"&lt;br /&gt;Joan quickly shut her book.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea?" She said to Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you free tonight? Do you want to go watch a movie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um well..alright." Joan decided that there couldn't be much harm done in watching a movie with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll pick u up at 7pm then?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;A car arrived outside Joan's house at 7pm sharp. The doorbell rang and Joan ran to open the door. "Hey, you're punctual!" She commented. Dave led Joan to the car. They soon reached the cinema. But everything passed quickly and they had watched finish the touching romance movie. Dave sent her home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that I like Dave? He makes me feel wanted. Makes me feel loved. I don't feel like waiting for Jason anymore when there's someone like Dave who is willing to spent his time loving me. But.I don't know.How am i supposed to feel now? I'm confused ever since Dave came into my life.. Sometimes i feel that i like him. But sometimes i miss Jason.Alot.I don't know.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan sighed.It's so hard to tell my own feelings, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dave has logged on]&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Hi&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Hiya&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Um.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: ?&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: Can you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Um..&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: I know u need time to decide.I'll give u time.But please give me a chance..&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Okay..how bout trying out? I know it's not reallie the same but i'm sort of confused right now..maybe trying out will help solve this.&lt;br /&gt;[Dave] says: If that's what u want..alright..but i'm happy as long as you're willing to do that.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams] says: Kae.i gtg.. Cya tml.&lt;br /&gt;[Candy Dreams has logged off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i done? She thought. Do i reallie like him? Oh well. I've already done it. Nothing can change. Anyway i sort of like him..right? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The day passed quickly. Finally it was an hour before meeting Dotty. Joan was feeling pretty excited. She decided to go early just to be on the safe side. She had told Dotty her handphone number and told him to call her when he reached. Soon, Joan reached Dolphino.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason was driving to Dolphino.He had tried to dial Joan's number to tell him that he might be late but she seemed to have turned off her handphone. He fixed his attention on his handphone instead of the road and dialled her number again. Then, he heard a scream. He looked up from his handphone to see a child standing in the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid hitting him and hit onto a tree. Everything blackened out. He couldn't feel anything.. &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan had been waiting for half an hour now. She was getting impatient but still, she had to wait for Dotty's call. She took out her handphone to see if there were any missed calls. Huh? She thought. She had turned off her handphone without realising it. No wonder there were no calls for her. It's all my fault, she thought. I hope Dotty calls again.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Jason awoke to find himself in a hospital bed. A sharp pain in his leg caused him to wince.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick, find someone with the same blood type as this guy!!" a voice said.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" Jason heard himself saying.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor and the nurses stopped in their tracks to look at Jason.&lt;br /&gt;"I know I'm dying soon..don't stop me..I just need a pen and paper..please.." Both items were passed to him a minute later. Using all the strength he had left, he wrote a letter to Joan. After he had finished writing, he gave Joan's number to the nurse and told her to call Joan to the hospital to collect the letter. &lt;br /&gt;Jason felt tired. He decided to go to sleep. Maybe that would stop all the pain. Without realising it, he felt himself drifting apart from the world..&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, Joan was still standing outside Dolphino. Suddenly, her phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Joan said.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this Joan? I am calling from the hospital. A guy who identifies himself as Jason has asked u to come to the hospital to collect a letter." The voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be right over."&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan walked to the reception counter.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi..I'm Joan. There's supposed to be a letter for me..?"&lt;br /&gt;The nurse on duty looked up.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yah. Here you go." She passed a piece of paper to Joan.&lt;br /&gt;Joan took it and walked down the corridor, reading the letter..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey..candy pig..&lt;br /&gt;well..are u suprised that i know this nickname that was given to u by Dotty? I do not want to hide it anymore..i am dotty..i just knew that u were candy dreams a few days ago too. that was why i was so afraid of letting u see who i am..&lt;br /&gt;by the time u received this letter..i probably won't be in this world anymore..i'll be somewhere else..far far away..away from all this pain.it hurts too much to continue living. i have loved u the moment i saw u, Joan. But you onli treated me as a good friend..it hurts. Everytime u say "thanks for being such a good friend", it's like a stab to my heart. I want u to treat me more than a friend. but it's so hard to say so..i have never confessed my feelings to you..for fear of being rejected.now that i'm leaving this world..perhaps it won't be so hard to tell u anymore..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i heard that you and Dave are going steady. Is that true? If it is..congratulations to u.. maybe you would be happier and more fortunate. Dave would surely treat u better than your ex.I'm happy for u. I told myself..as long as u find your happiness..i will give you my blessings..cos i learnt that loving someone is not about holding on..it's about making her happy. I'm glad that i spent my lifetime knowing you. I have never regretted knowing you because you gave me happiness..a kind of happiness that no one else is able to provide me with..i know u don't feel the same way..but it's okay..i just want u to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ending my letter than..bye..my leaf..&lt;br /&gt;From: Jason a.k.a Dotty...=).."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear dropped on the paper. &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Joan rushed to the reception again.&lt;br /&gt;"Which room is Jason in?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Room 169. But be quick. The doctors are going to carry his body away soon."&lt;br /&gt;Joan ran all the way to Room 169, still clutching the letter. She peered into the glass window that seperated both her and Jason. There he was, lying in the bed. He's not here anymore..she thought.&lt;br /&gt;Wait,i don't understand. Why did he call me his leaf in the letter? Joan thought.&lt;br /&gt;Glancing down on the paper, She saw the small words that was written at the corner of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit? Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay..?"&lt;br /&gt;She was touched. Two tears rolled down her crimson cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tree didn't ask her to stay.." She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112659445759675505?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112659445759675505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112659445759675505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112659445759675505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112659445759675505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-story.html' title='love story..'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16539370.post-112625695568687576</id><published>2005-09-09T21:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:09:15.690+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;rrrrrr..!!!?? i dunno lar guys..just testing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112625695568687576?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112625695568687576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112625695568687576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112625695568687576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112625695568687576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/rrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>anthony</name><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-16539370.post-112625373216835386</id><published>2005-09-09T20:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:57:18.300+12:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome welcome to my blogs..</title><content type='html'>haha..i think i starting to get to use to this already..but im still lost..i still dunno how to put pic..my cool cool pic..hahaha..anyway..what u guys think about my blog ?? better then mabel 1 or not ??hahaah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16539370-112625373216835386?l=apemaciamsni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/feeds/112625373216835386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16539370&amp;postID=112625373216835386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112625373216835386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16539370/posts/default/112625373216835386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apemaciamsni.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-welcome-to-my-blogs.html' title='welcome welcome to my blogs..'/><author><name>anthony</name><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
