<?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-7742622</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:01:10.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a Reason...</title><subtitle type='html'>He knew it all along.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-3783763875849121735</id><published>2008-09-10T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:48:43.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-7265374192467562856</id><published>2007-04-28T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:31:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the feeling i get when i miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;had a talk with mich last night..and through the chat i realised so many things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2) what we had was special, and i can probably never find such a feeling with anyone else again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3) i want to know whether you still love me (coz i do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4) i actually have very strong feelings for you, although i was not willing to acknowlege them before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5) you still affect me, alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6) i guess you're the only one i really ever &lt;em&gt;love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-7265374192467562856?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/7265374192467562856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=7265374192467562856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/7265374192467562856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/7265374192467562856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-i-get-when-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-8155780558667702931</id><published>2007-04-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:09:07.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p1EoHQqoS0M/RhezcXI_vuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FE78s4rVXSI/s1600-h/P4080252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702806948757218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p1EoHQqoS0M/RhezcXI_vuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FE78s4rVXSI/s320/P4080252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;tomorrow....will be easter day...not april 11...but yep, the whole story of how we got together is flashing back violently in my head right now...you don't seem to be affected...oh well, u're happier without april 11 2004 ever having taken place i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-8155780558667702931?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8155780558667702931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=8155780558667702931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/8155780558667702931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/8155780558667702931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p1EoHQqoS0M/RhezcXI_vuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FE78s4rVXSI/s72-c/P4080252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-8924414045454777881</id><published>2007-03-24T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:08:35.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it doesn't matter that u keep asking girls out nowadays..but i can't believe i had to see what i just did in the midst of doing my essay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's really painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-8924414045454777881?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8924414045454777881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=8924414045454777881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/8924414045454777881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/8924414045454777881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-doesnt-matter-that-u-keep-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i never realised so much till now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it really hurt when i saw you walking together with those two girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when i know you've been going out with them so frequently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i don't want to think further than i ought to...but i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and i am feeling pain, when i thought it wouldn't affect me this bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but yet, i know i'm not jealous in the way that i get mad at you for going out with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;in fact, i sincerely wish for you to be happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and if these are the things that make you happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;then i truly am glad for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i don't think i can turn back time and change the way things were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i don't think i can ever have the courage to tell you all these things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so i don't think you will ever know how much i'm hiding from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;just to see that smile on your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and the better time you're having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i pray that God will take charge of this whole situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and that He will have the power to change things to be the way He wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043371544578045426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p1EoHQqoS0M/Rf2nsujjNfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LchosDM1SGI/s320/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-2016634275091763944?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2016634275091763944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=2016634275091763944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/2016634275091763944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/2016634275091763944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-you-so-much-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p1EoHQqoS0M/Rf2nsujjNfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LchosDM1SGI/s72-c/collage20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-4503470417656916782</id><published>2007-03-03T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:10:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i'm not a perfect person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;there's many things i wish i didn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;but i continue learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i never meant to do those things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and so i have to say before i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;that i just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i've found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;to change who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i'm sorry that i hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it's something i must live with everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and all the pain i put you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i wish that i could take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; and be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and so i need you to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i've found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;to change who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; and the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i've found a reason to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a side of me you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a reason for all that i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and the reason is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-4503470417656916782?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/4503470417656916782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=4503470417656916782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/4503470417656916782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/4503470417656916782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-perfect-person-theres-many.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-6301735411523373799</id><published>2007-02-26T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:58:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09TYuAxNVMk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09TYuAxNVMk" 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title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116993361002523037</id><published>2007-01-28T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:33:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you with the sad eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't be discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh i realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's hard to take courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in a world full of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you can lose sight of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the darkness, inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can make you feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i see your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i see your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's why i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;true colours are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;show me a smile then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i last saw you laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if this world makes you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you've taken all you can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you call me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because you know i'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'll see your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i see your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's why i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;your true colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;true colours are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"il y a longtemps que je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jamais je ne t'oublierais"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/584304/16847218033473l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116993361002523037?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116993361002523037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116993361002523037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116993361002523037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116993361002523037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-with-sad-eyesdont-be-discouragedoh.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116693890010896833</id><published>2006-12-24T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:44:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too fast.</title><content type='html'>everything's happening too fast.&lt;br /&gt;just when i'm trying to get over it,&lt;br /&gt;and treat u like a 'friend'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u moved on too fast,&lt;br /&gt;bringing another guy friend to church.&lt;br /&gt;whom u only knew for less than a month,&lt;br /&gt;but like u guys had been talking for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna get over it,&lt;br /&gt;but its so hard,&lt;br /&gt;before i can complete stage 1,&lt;br /&gt;stage 2 just comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought things could go slow.&lt;br /&gt;being brave enough to still go church,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that i'll still see u.&lt;br /&gt;just makes it harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my experience,&lt;br /&gt;that guy's got something for u.&lt;br /&gt;and that jealousy just kept coming.&lt;br /&gt;i've been praying,&lt;br /&gt;but it just kept flooding my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i was cold towards u last night,&lt;br /&gt;it was really a battle in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of how we got each other's number,&lt;br /&gt;its just flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm ready to take what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're moving on too fast.&lt;br /&gt;just makes me feel so insignificant in ur eyes.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanna wish u all the best,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully dis is really what God wants in ur life..&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to be supportive of whatever is to come.&lt;br /&gt;i will, i promise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116693890010896833?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116693890010896833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116693890010896833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116693890010896833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116693890010896833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-fast.html' title='too fast.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116637116236529183</id><published>2006-12-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:59:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/1600/45485/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/13822/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116637116236529183?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116637116236529183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116637116236529183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116637116236529183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116637116236529183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116574773175624786</id><published>2006-12-10T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:48:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i've came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i've hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i've ran away from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i came back to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i tried to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;now, what's gone is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;all these seemed harmless, but what hurts most is when i added "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" behind every line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;don't worry, i'll listen to u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and just treat u like a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116574773175624786?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116574773175624786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116574773175624786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116574773175624786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116574773175624786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/12/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116516807856219442</id><published>2006-12-04T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:51:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/1600/592568/baby_crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/184181/baby_crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;don't cry, baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;let me wipe those tears for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/322711/Mariel%2520hugging%2520LJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...or would you prefer a hug?? *smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116516807856219442?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116516807856219442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116516807856219442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116516807856219442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116516807856219442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-cry-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116508432819790259</id><published>2006-12-03T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:32:08.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/1600/67782/deckthehalls_bigreleaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/353651/deckthehalls_bigreleaseposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i really enjoyed our movie date today, sweetie...thanks for laughing with me, walking with me, and letting me lean on your shoulder :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116508432819790259?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116508432819790259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116508432819790259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116508432819790259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116508432819790259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-enjoyed-our-movie-date-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116479404752627371</id><published>2006-11-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:54:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;its been so amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;still remembered the day u told me ur 'A' lvls results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the anxiety,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the openness we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;'confidants' to seal up our feelings for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;now that i look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;we've &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; been thru alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;so nice to look back at stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;going to nus wif u whenever i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;but one thing i struggled the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;not knowing how to support u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;the way u wanted to be supported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;i'm sorry that i'm insensitive at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;but i'll definietly pick up a lil by a lil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;girl, i wanna grow old wif u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;we can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;let's compromise and hold hands till we drop yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;its gonna be full of excitement to own a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;and start a family wif u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;looking forward to fill in our kid's birth cert together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;to sign the joint-acct form together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;to share a car and a bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;looking forward to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love u so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i miss u so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116479404752627371?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116479404752627371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116479404752627371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116479404752627371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116479404752627371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116445583172101042</id><published>2006-11-25T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:57:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/1600/229365/collage29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7563/491/320/586975/collage29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today, we were clad in GreeN! very nice! *wide grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116445583172101042?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116445583172101042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116445583172101042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116445583172101042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116445583172101042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-we-were-clad-in-green-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116231587898910206</id><published>2006-11-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:31:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/1600/collage17-1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/collage17-1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116231587898910206?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116231587898910206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116231587898910206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116231587898910206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116231587898910206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116055660678636151</id><published>2006-10-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:50:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dearest, it's been a rollercoaster ride with you the past 30 months..our highest and lowest moments, the sweet and the not-so-sweet! hehe..yea aniwaes no matter how much things seem to get out of hand sometimes..in terms of our un-finishable quarrels and arguments..i think..i dare to say that i still love you alot..and i'm still very hopeful for a future with you..we've learnt alot about each other, and how to handle the situations we face..and even though we're getting better..i think there's still a long long LONG way to go! hehe..like i say..we've only just begun, darling! thank you for all the special moments and memories you've given to me..thank you for letting me be your baby..just want you to know that you will always be my baby too yup! and i will always be here for you..in times of sunshine and times of gloom..we'll stick together like honey okies! i love you dear! Happy 30 months! *muah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1300093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116055660678636151?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116055660678636151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116055660678636151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116055660678636151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116055660678636151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dearest-its-been-rollercoaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-116006265973922239</id><published>2006-10-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:37:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a night to remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/1600/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i love you, baby :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-116006265973922239?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116006265973922239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=116006265973922239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116006265973922239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/116006265973922239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-to-remember-i-love-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-115634225516843878</id><published>2006-08-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:17:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aimishu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-115634225516843878?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115634225516843878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=115634225516843878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115634225516843878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115634225516843878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/aimishu.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-115631745375401799</id><published>2006-08-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:17:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and he chants..."two more weeks to POP..two more weeks to POP..two more weeks to P-O, P-O, P!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-115631745375401799?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115631745375401799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=115631745375401799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115631745375401799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115631745375401799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-he-chants.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-115513708027519003</id><published>2006-08-09T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:24:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;forever and ever, babe. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-115513708027519003?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115513708027519003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=115513708027519003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115513708027519003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115513708027519003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-115281734315768685</id><published>2006-07-14T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:02:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;this is my prayer for you, sweetheart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For this reason i kneel before the Father from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And i pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses all knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 3:14-19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;May you be rooted and grounded in love..May your whole life be so firm and steadfast that all the blasts of hell and all the storms of earth will never be able to knock you down..May our Lord Jesus Christ always reside in your heart and bless you abundantly..in Jesus' name i pray..Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-115281734315768685?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115281734315768685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=115281734315768685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115281734315768685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115281734315768685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-prayer-for-you-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-115005001116067268</id><published>2006-06-12T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:20:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy 26th month us! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;pictures of us from then till now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this used to be our favourite photo rite? *winks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P4080252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this used to be my bed..and i remember it was here that we kissed for almost 20 minutes..the songs kept playing and we could go on forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P4130280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;aww..our little diary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P5100285.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i will hold your hand as we grow old together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P5100290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;taken on our first month together as a couple..i still remember we went to Black Angus for dinner..and that's when i gave u your swatch watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P5100299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was choral singing that brought us closer together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P5280392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;your sweetness..always willing to come down all the way to NUS just to accompany me on my very long bus ride home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P8240672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;on ur 18th birthday! look how you've grown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P9020028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;at my void deck, the area behind the lift, the place where we have our heart-to-heart talks..you had a name for that place rite? hehe..what was it ah? i forgot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/PB140137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;valentine's day 2005 date..our first vday celebration together..you made the lovely flowers for me, we had a nice dinner at east coast pasta fresca..and then a most memorable night under the stars..i still smile upon thinking of that night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P2190012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our first anniversary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;national day 2005..i watched the fireworks over my head with you by my side..thank you for giving me that experience darling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on our way to jurong point..long bus rides were BEST with you around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we could have our dates anywhere! while you're working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at your school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at my place..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/PC070167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at your place..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;on a bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...and even at a bus-stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this was taken on our double-date with andrew &amp; hew wing..after paulaner's (which explains ur very red face)..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chinese New Year 2006..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1300090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;at steven curtis chapman's concert..the guy who sang the song we hold so dear to our hearts.."i will be here"..did u know that i want the song to be played at my wedding? *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were also always willing to accompany me on my girly escapades..like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/bugisshopping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;concerts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/P1010056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;eyebrow threading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...and so many many others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC02050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC02066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC02186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC02217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC02231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC01806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/DSC01736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for all these and the many other things i forget to thank you for..i love you! the Lord has truly blessed me with an angel..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-115005001116067268?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115005001116067268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=115005001116067268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115005001116067268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/115005001116067268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-26th-month-us-smiles-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-114986445327162072</id><published>2006-06-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:47:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;only for your eyes, my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i love you baby..thank you for everything..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-114986445327162072?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/114986445327162072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=114986445327162072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/114986445327162072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/114986445327162072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-for-your-eyes-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-114551292847689381</id><published>2006-04-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:02:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the sun does not appear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If in the dark we lose sight of love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold my hand and have no fear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be here when you feel like being quiet;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you need to speak your mind, i will listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i will be here when the laughter turns to crying;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through the winning, losing and trying, we'll be together, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow morning if you wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the future is unclear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As sure as seasons are made for change,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our lifetimes are made for years,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be here, so you can cry on my shoulder;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the mirror tells us we're older, i will hold you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i will be here to watch you grow in beauty,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and tell you all the things you are to me;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be true to the promise i have made,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to you and to the One who gave you to me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7563/491/320/himnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-114551292847689381?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/114551292847689381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=114551292847689381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/114551292847689381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/114551292847689381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2006/04/tomorrow-morning-if-you-wake-upand-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112636953829269260</id><published>2005-09-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:25:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;happy 17th month us! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112636953829269260?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112636953829269260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112636953829269260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112636953829269260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112636953829269260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-17th-month-us-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112567688349447603</id><published>2005-09-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:01:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy birthday you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112567688349447603?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112567688349447603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112567688349447603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112567688349447603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112567688349447603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112541445590782365</id><published>2005-08-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:07:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mich sweetie..i miss u so bad..and i feel like we're just so so far away..it hurts me so bad to know that i lied to u about des and me..no we're not 'great'..but i just din wanna bog u with more problems..darling i'm hurting so much and i really wish u were here to just give me that warm hug like u always did..the hug that dried my tears and that comforting voice that calmed me down..but u noe what..u did say something that brought a smile to my face amidst all the hurt..it was when u said, "come to think of it, ben is not so much your type of guy, cos he's so unlike desmond.."..honestly i would never expect those words to come from you..You, the pragmatic, practical, realistic, no-way-can-your-bf-be-younger-than-you mich..yar..and then when i asked why..u gave an even sweeter answer.."because clearly u like desmond more.."..gosh mich do u noe that line welled up my eyes ..yes u noe me so well..and unlike the others..u don't force ur ideas on me..u're the only one who supports me and trusts me with this matter just coz u love me..and yea u said u're happy for me about it coz i'm happy..and yes i want so much to say i'm truly happy my dear..but things are not going well now...and it's just been really down in the dumps..we've spent more than a week apart now..and i believe he's happy with the way his life is going now..u noe it hurts so bad to find out that he's been sending other girls home??? but yet i can't say anything about it..and i can't let it out to u..and that hurts even more..mich i can't wait for u to be back in december..when u do come back..things might have changed completely..but i know u'll still be there for me dear..and hey i'm happy that justin's changing for the better..know u love him alot too..happy for u sweetie..your birthday's coming..but i can't fly over to give u that big hug..oh btw did u know that ur bdae's exactly a week after his..hurts even more to know that this year i wont be that special person on his bdae..argh..michelle sng wei ling..i know i don't say this enough..but you have been the sweetest fren i've ever gotten to know..and i treasure our friendship like crazy..i wanna thank you for everything you've done for me..i'm praying for u ya..thank you sooo sooo much again..*muah* i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112541445590782365?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112541445590782365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112541445590782365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112541445590782365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112541445590782365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/08/mich-sweetie.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112529844810304677</id><published>2005-08-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:54:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it hurts so bad..i know i love you..i always have..but just knowing that u're pushing me away even though i'm fighting for every opportunity to be there for u hurts like crazy..u say u don't know what u're feeling..but why can't u just let me be there to hear out your thought process? the process of finding out what is actually bothering you so much? why do u say that it's better that i not know what u're thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i really think it'll be better if u try to externalise your feelings..if not with me, at least share it with someone else..at least u'll be able to see a better picture..and i'm sure u'll feel better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what i'm doing seems so pathetic..not being able to talk to u and imagining this blog to be u..i can't believe our 16mths together has led to this..i don't know how much you're hurting inside..but i want you to know that i really really wanna be your listening ear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss you so bad..dammit i love you..argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;crying out to God everyday and praying for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pls talk to me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112529844810304677?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112529844810304677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112529844810304677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112529844810304677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112529844810304677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-hurts-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112523957125647691</id><published>2005-08-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:32:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cried my lungs out today..but it didn't really make me feel better..i don't know what to do anymore..do you not want me to do all these stuff? do u really want me to leave you alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i need your hug..and i need your shoulder to cry on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112523957125647691?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112523957125647691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112523957125647691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112523957125647691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112523957125647691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/08/cried-my-lungs-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112416890361195228</id><published>2005-08-16T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:08:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oh now you see me as a persecutor?? wow..wonder what other images of me you have in your head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112416890361195228?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112416890361195228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112416890361195228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112416890361195228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112416890361195228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-now-you-see-me-as-persecutor-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112416502011941180</id><published>2005-08-16T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T12:03:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;very well..u said it all..u answered my question..your life now is all about SIP, SIP and more SIP..there's nothing else fun going on in ur life..i understand now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112416502011941180?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112416502011941180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112416502011941180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112416502011941180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112416502011941180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112222378376720340</id><published>2005-07-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:49:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i just know that, one day, i will cry like i've never cried before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112222378376720340?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112222378376720340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112222378376720340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112222378376720340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112222378376720340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-know-that-one-day-i-will-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112140843069029993</id><published>2005-07-15T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:20:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;please just show me that you love me again...it's seriously not the amount of time spent..it's how you are like when we're together that makes me feel like shit..why can't i get the special treatment from you again..instead of being treated the same way or even worse than your friends..show some enthusiasm when u're meeting me pls coz i'm getting so tired of being disappointed over and over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's not what you do..i just can tell..and it hurts..almost every minute i'm with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112140843069029993?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112140843069029993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112140843069029993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112140843069029993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112140843069029993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/07/please-just-show-me-that-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-112116671856261289</id><published>2005-07-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:11:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 songs i wrote for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that you changed in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;changed the way you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;changed the things i fell for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'd give it all in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'm clinging to things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that seem no longer there (hey it used to be easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe it took you all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to discover who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to discover what u're looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or maybe this is all a disguise (or so i'm hoping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's all this speculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all this suspicion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i'm praying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to be my hiding place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my sanctuary, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'm hoping i can see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what i fell in love with you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because all that seems to have disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How could it be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that by trying things get worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's never what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not up to your high expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that you just let me walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when in the past i was your treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now you don't seem to want me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i'm praying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to be my hiding place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my sanctuary, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'm hoping i can see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what i fell in love with you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because all that seems to have disappeared...in a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Please, i want to see the man i love again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bottomline baby, is i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish i could fly that kite with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;remember we talked about that cruise for two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish i could visit the zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;see all those cute little animals with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It'd be so fun, i know it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so fun, anything with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kay, let's not beat about the bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss your company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss those little antics of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss the way we were together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss the long walks we took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss all your hugs and your kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But bottomline baby, is i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish you would pop by my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;spring a surprise, bring a smile onto my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish we could go to the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with all the time in the world to rollerblade or just be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It'd be so fun, i know it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so fun, anything with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kay, let's not beat about the bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss your company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss those little antics of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss the way we were together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss the long walks we took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss all your hugs and your kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But bottomline baby, is i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My bottomline baby, is i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-112116671856261289?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/112116671856261289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=112116671856261289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112116671856261289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/112116671856261289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-songs-i-wrote-for-him.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111893499387938272</id><published>2005-06-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:16:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;too many lies..i don't know when to believe you anymore..since when did u become such a liar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111893499387938272?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111893499387938272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111893499387938272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111893499387938272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111893499387938272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-many-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111867950085664622</id><published>2005-06-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:18:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;something tells me you don't love me anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm hurt because i just know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you dread meeting up with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you don't even wanna hold my hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how can it go on like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;seriously, if you don't think you want me in your life anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;just tell me to get out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm so tired of crying everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm really damn hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you don't seem to care anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yet stupid me chooses to put up with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how did things turn out this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i really feel like giving up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but something inside just tugs me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tells me to hold on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and now i'm just struggling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;between being happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and making you happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you know i cry myself to sleep every night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you know i've never been assured that you still love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you know how hurt i am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i feel like i have something that i don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111867950085664622?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111867950085664622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111867950085664622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111867950085664622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111867950085664622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-tells-me-you-dont-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111843220635393769</id><published>2005-06-11T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T03:36:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why did you have to say all those things? about me being spoilt? about me being so full of myself? did you really feel that way? have u always thought about me that way? it seems like you have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm prepared to let go this time..i have no idea why i thought that this would work out so much when i was away..i guess it's purely my fantasy..there's no such thing as agape love between humans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i gave you time to bloom..i saw your beauty and decided to take a second look at it..you gave me a mere one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe this really isn't worth your while..and neither is it worth mine..you have so much hatred towards me..it shocked me no doubt..but if u really think i'm that horrible..then there's nothing that i say that will change the way you look at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everything seems to be my problem nowadays..nothing i do or say pleases you..why is it that i still see you as someone i want to spend the rest of my life with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll let go..i will let go..go be happy..go find the girl of your dreams..i'm still bent on my agape love concept..if there really isn't anyone who can fulfill that longing in me..i will remain single..coz i don't think love was ever meant to be distorted to this extent..the ironic thing is..i realise we always quarrel on the 10th of each month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i tried to ask the Holy Spirit to control what happens..but it's always a big struggle..and it always seems like the devil gets the hold of me..i don't know what to do anymore..why do you say i love you on one day and show me you hate me the next..i don't understand you..you say i still don't understand?..have you tried to understand me? even after all the crap i said? how can i freely love someone whom i know has deep anger towards me? never mind what i say lah..u'll never buy it anymore..now to you..u're the most impt thing in this world..i'm just always justifying myself rite..and i'm not worthy of anymore from you..do you dare deny all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stupid me and my great high hopes for this relationship..stupid me thinking that we were both in this together..i have nothing to say anymore seriously..bottomline..i'm gonna let go of all this..i don't care how much i cry..i don't care how much i think it's a waste..it can't keep going on like this anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111843220635393769?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111843220635393769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111843220635393769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111843220635393769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111843220635393769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-did-you-have-to-say-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111798586563125409</id><published>2005-06-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:37:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i can't believe i cried again..and i can't believe it was over nothing anymore..there's nothing more to say...i get the idea..if you say u're just another jackass..yes i do think you are..because you, like him, din care enough after the break-up..and you, like him, made me feel worse about being so involved in the whole relationship..giving my all..trying to change..actually changing..and then having the tables turned on me..i'm hurt..VERY..and i can't believe it's YOU who did it..YOU hurt me so much more than anyone has ever have..simply because i gave up so much for you..i gave in so much for you..setting the trap for myself..is this stupidity? yes i think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111798586563125409?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111798586563125409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111798586563125409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111798586563125409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111798586563125409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-believe-i-cried-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111794723407955173</id><published>2005-06-05T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T12:53:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like you said it would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life goes easy on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;most of the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shorter story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no love, no glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no hero in her sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like you said it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll both forget the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;most of the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the colder water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the blower's daughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pupil in denial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes off you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't take my eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did i say that i loathe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did i say i want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my mind...my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;til i find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111794723407955173?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111794723407955173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111794723407955173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111794723407955173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111794723407955173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-so-it-is-just-like-you-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111794603716414922</id><published>2005-06-05T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T12:33:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;u didn't even care to call back..i don't think u're even trying to salvage things..yeap probably u're really giving it all up already..and who am i to interfere with you moving on with your life rite..u've probably sorted it out and think u'll be happier without me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i've been trying to let u into my thoughts..to let you know what i'm feeling..but it's either you don't bother to try to understand..or u're really that ignorant..don't you know everytime things happen i'm crying, screaming, begging for attention?..can't you tell? it's the worst feeling knowing someone has stopped loving you..i can't believe i even thought of trying to soften things by giving you the keychain..coz now..i don't think that would've made a difference..i can't believe i sent you the sms..when u're so uninterested..i can't believe i actually made the call..if u really hate me or something, tell me..coz i don't..if u don't want anything to do with me anymore, tell me....will be off to a 4 day camp tomz..but nopes..u don't care enough to wanna meet up with me before that..ur 2 free days..and you just don't bother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you wanna know the reason why i feel that you don't care anymore?..i actually realised it on the day that i got my results..first person i wanted to call..YOU..but as i dialed your number..i realised..for what..you also din know that i would be getting my results..and it's like..my boyfriend doesn't even know about this big thing that's happening in my life..and i felt..we've drifted too far..you din even care that i was falling sick..even if you say u din know..i don't think that's an excuse..you never bothered to ask how i was doing..and i felt so miserable..not being able to share the joy of my good results wif someone i so badly wanted to..i still haven't told you my results..coz u still haven't asked..u still haven't bothered or cared enough to ask..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i have no idea what's going on in your mind rite now..whether u're just rolling your eyes everytime u receive my sms or call..or whether u're trying..because..nothing seems to be happening..we were supposed to watch monster-in-law today....u promised..you promised u would make time for me today..but i suppose it won't happen..i hate crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111794603716414922?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/111794603716414922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=111794603716414922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111794603716414922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/111794603716414922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-didnt-even-care-to-call-back.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-111790374178832796</id><published>2005-06-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:49:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;something danielle said has been lingering in my mind for quite some time now.."do you think you'll ever find another person who loves you as much as he does?"..my answer, "probably not"..but &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; still happened because i really couldn't take the kind of rejection i was getting from him..he might say he never rejected me..but hey..my feelings don't count for nothing..i did feel that way..and i don't think it was petty..and never have i felt so threatened by my bf's friends..people who don't like me..yar..i just can't take the kind of feeling i get everytime i try to make something happen..but..yups..u seem to be uninterested..and then when somebody else..or rather anybody else suggests something..anything's cool to you..yups..that kind of feeling SUCKS..yes..a word i always try to avoid using..but it's true..the feeling is like shit..another thing that contributed to this sucky feeling..is the fact that u raise the issue of breaking up so easily now..when in the past u told me never to...yups..to you..i've changed..to me..u've changed..i don't know where we go from here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-111790374178832796?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110730844908755436</id><published>2005-02-02T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:40:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just reached school..alighted from a freaking freezing no. 10 bus..seriously..i almost died of cold in there man..when i got out..and a warm breeze brushed past me..woo..felt so good..now i'm just sitting somewhere around nus..getting my work done..no hurry..no rush..it's a relac kinda lifestyle..and i like it..maybe i don't suit the Singaporean system of getting things done..as in..i dun like competition..i like to take my time..and do things the best i can..at my own pace..with no obligations..restrictions..that kinda stuff..but seriously..i'm here now..alone..and yet having fun..i've actually forgotten how nice it is to spend time with myself..i remember when i used to just go down to subway with a book to read there..or some work to do there..no appointments that kinda thing..go at my own time..when i like it..where i like it..how i like it..don't have to try to accomodate others..don't have to compromise on myself..i remember when i could walk around a shopping centre and window shop by myself..and just buy what i like..when i like..i don't know if it's just me..but i like being alone..i took the personality test..and true enough..i'm an introvert..yes i don't shun away from people..but i'm just the kind of person who doesn't need company..honestly..now the best time of day for me..is sitting around some place in nus..with a drink..and a cheesy mushroom puff from coffee club..with nice music playing from my laptop..doing my readings..or reading the bible..or doing some work..the weather should be fairly good too..like now..like the weather at around 9am in the morning..wah that's like the best man..so aniwaes..on the flip side..my life has been rather hectic..alot of happenings..alot of drama..which i actually do not care for..i like a smooth sailing life..even if it seems boring to some..i just like things to just be pleasant..ya so about my hectic life..yar..sch has been a big worry..my maths module esp..i'm absolutely not getting anything..why why why..is it that difficult or is it just me..i tried doing my tutorial last nite..i couldn't understand what was in the notes..argh..it's really frustrating..and i am gonna do up all my tutorials today coz tomz is gonna be a long day for me..tutorial after tutorial..argh..i dunno if i can take it..yea..looking forward to spending time with charmaine later at nite..btw..happy birthday to joy and jaq who have just turned TWENTY! hehe..soon it'll be my turn..but..actually thinking about it..i'm barely 19..so..hehe..i'm still enjoying my teenage years lah..alritey..gonna print out my notes now..and then start my disgustingly busy day..lecture in arts..then lecture in science..den maths tutorial..which i'm soooo dreading..haiz..i'm so sleepy..*yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110730844908755436?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110730844908755436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110730844908755436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110730844908755436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110730844908755436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-reached-school.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110716941010226563</id><published>2005-01-31T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:03:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heylow pple!! its been a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long time that i last blogged man. haha. i'm in nus now! though i didn't really absorb anything but i guess its the company that i wanna come down for. not really to gain knowledge or whatever. think i've got enough of stress from Temasek Polytechnic. kinda lst touch from here man, but nonetheless, gonna start blogging in here from now on. yep! nothing much to update u guys. so i guess, that's all folks! haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Take Me, Mould Me, Fill Me, Lead me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110716941010226563?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110716941010226563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110716941010226563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110716941010226563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110716941010226563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/heylow-pple-its-been-long-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110614666353615491</id><published>2005-01-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:57:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha actually u dun need to read the blog for updates andrew..u should know alot more than wad's written here rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm updates..well u'll only be getting one-sided ones i guess..sch's been a drag..and i'm no longer sick..well kinda..yar..just coughing abit now..thanks for all ur prayers n all that..yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so wad if the 10th month approaches..when i look back..do i smile or do i worry? haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wanna catch up with old frens..life is getting abit mundane..i like hanging around ppl who don't know wad's going on..so i can really have fun when i'm with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yet sometimes..it's nice just spending time with myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i realise i can't really express myself..hmm..that's quite bad for an arts student huh..ya..but i really hate it when people misunderstand me..and it's quite annoying when you have to behave in a certain way just so that u ensure people wont misunderstand u..am i making sense here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;life goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110614666353615491?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110614666353615491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110614666353615491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110614666353615491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110614666353615491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/haha-actually-u-dun-need-to-read-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110549709388086317</id><published>2005-01-12T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:31:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;t'was our 9th month together yesterday..but it was bad..coz i wasn't feeling well..so we couldn't really go out..plus he topped his class in some test..that would obviously be worth some celebration..but..we didn't have any..it's quite disappointing..but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;am feeling even more horrible today..throat's really bad..in the lecture theatre now with no lecturer..how irresponsible..he's like 20 minutes late..if he's even coming..i'm so annoyed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i can't wait to move in with charmaine tonight..it's gonna be fun nite i believe..with good company..and no pressure..yups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;people are starting to leave the LT..hmm..should i leave too..i could be doing more constructive stuff seriously..i need a pin of some sort or a rubber band..argh..my hair is irritating my face..argh..is the lecturer coming or not..annoyinG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh i chatted with joanne yesterday on msn..hit it off with her quite well..she's quite a sweet gal..yea..yay i made a new fren..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;seriously if the lecturer is not here in 10 minutes..i'm gonna leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yay desmond's gonna sit in Science of Music lect with me..and then we can have lunch in FASS canteen again..can't wait man..another 90 minutes before i get to see him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm craving for genki..i wonder why..i think i just miss the steamed egg thingy..it's so healthy tasting..and it warms your throat..i want that..hmm..maybe can hop over to YIH later to have some genki! sheesh..i'm so bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;school has been alrite so far..lectures are really boring coz the first lecture is always about housekeeping matters..ya but i've actually only attended 2 lectures so far..maths and science of music..supposed to be 3 by now..but this lecturer doesn't seem to be coming lah..yea aniwaes..the maths lecturer was horrible..he mumbles..i always think science ppl are kinda eccentric..weird..talk to themselves n that kinda stuff..haha..but it's not too bad lah..i have sophia for company..yeaps..oh i like the science of music lecturer..even though he really talks alot of crap..but at least i understand him..yar..and he seems like a really nice guy..makes the module even more likeable..yeaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;alrite that's it..i'm walking out..will call joanne so that she can pass me the keys..den maybe go shop at science co-op..hmm yea ok..i'll be back later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110549709388086317?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110549709388086317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110549709388086317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110549709388086317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110549709388086317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/twas-our-9th-month-together-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110529253493827845</id><published>2005-01-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:40:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't go changing, to try and please me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You never let me down before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't imagine you're too familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And i don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We never could have come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I took the good times; i'll take the bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll take you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't change the colour of your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You always have my unspoken passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Although i might not seem to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't want clever conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I never want to work that hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just want someone that i can talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I want you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I need to know that you will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The same old someone that i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What will it take till you believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The way that i believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I said i love you and that's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And this i promise from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I could not love you any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&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/7742622-110529253493827845?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110529253493827845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110529253493827845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110529253493827845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110529253493827845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-go-changing-to-try-and-please-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110499258822730459</id><published>2005-01-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:23:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;*yawns*..just woke up..throat's really bad..n i just realised i havent done alot of things..k gotta remind karen to cash the cheque so that we can all get back some money this sunday..yay..and it's cell group this sunday so i need to get someone to lead worship..i definitely can't lead in this state..thinking of weiming..but i hope they're not too busy with sch work..oh ya..n i haven't prepared bible study for this sunday..n i gotta call the people n ask who's going for Pearl's thing asap..argh..so many things to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so aniwaes...i got my science of music module!!!!! hehe..yeaps i'm superbly happy..really really really very happy...coz i din expect to get it...n Charmaine said it's quite a breeze..so..woohoo! thank God man!! suddenly looking forward to this sem..hehe..oh n so far i've only got 2 modules..social work n science of music..yeaps..my timetable this sem is gonna be sadness..haha..no more 3-day week for me..but nvm..hope the hostel thing with charmaine n danielle works out man..it'll so fun to be able to have ladies nite whenever we want..in NUS..hehe..living with buddies..cool..really hope i get all the modules i bidded for man..n i hope calculus isn't too tough..yeaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;oh btw..during CDC..haha..learnt lotsa stuff..(i take the whole day of hanging out with the girls as CDC)..yea..submitting to ur husband (or simply someone u love) vs submitting to God..yeaps..i will try my best not to be like Sarah..guess she din really have God in her life..i want God to be like no. 1 in my life so that i don't care what others think of me..i just care what God thinks of me..yea..i'll try..God being my guide..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;alritey..going bugis later to buy pearl's present..oh n i think i'm staying over at joy's on sat! yay! it's gonna be so much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110499258822730459?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110499258822730459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110499258822730459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110499258822730459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110499258822730459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110468461205424448</id><published>2005-01-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:50:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When my heart is overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will run into Your open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When i don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jesus, my first love, i'll look to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Come and hold me and guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You walk beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Take me to fly with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll  rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;just like an eagle i will soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and forever i will give to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Your love won't ever let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In You i find my strength, my hiding place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110468461205424448?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110468461205424448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110468461205424448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110468461205424448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110468461205424448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-my-heart-is-overwhelmed-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110434922520615812</id><published>2004-12-30T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T03:40:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;having a bad headache now...argh..bidding for modules is always so stressful..i want a less stressful curriculum next sem..i'm kinda in a state of trauma still due to my very horrific results..argh..yea trauma is the word..but aiyo..i really dunno wad modules to take...haiz..kk..should pray about it..yeaps..looking forward to thanksgiving dinner man..hope the nite is fun..and the monopoly re-match..and the fellowship with focus cell..ok shall start the year off rite..God shall launch 2005 with me..hehe..i need some help with my choice of modules..yea must ask karen about social work..thinking of doing that so i can fulfill my exposure requirements..then thinking of genes and society and science of music..shall ask charmaine..ooh and french..diana n sophia can help out man..argh..it's gonna be hectic all over again...but..i really enjoyed the hols lah..before my results came out that is..yea..it's was really fulfilling..and i thoroughly enjoyed myself..really..yeaps..hmm..mich is going back australia soon..been neglecting her i think..argh..feel bad..but...argh..it's just so difficult to make time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blogs galore~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110434922520615812?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110434922520615812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110434922520615812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110434922520615812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110434922520615812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/12/having-bad-headache-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110414331939096122</id><published>2004-12-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:28:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;woo it's been a really long time since i last blogged here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanksgiving dinner is coming soon...and now that i have some 'me-time' (haha charmaine's line)..i've got time to think about people who have touched my life in one way or another throughout this whole year..and here..i wanna give thanks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is gonna go in the order of my train of thoughts ya..n i've got short term memory..so pls forgive me if i don't add in some stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;first of all..i wanna thank God for the people he's allowed to enter into my life..coz the gd n bad experiences this year all moulded me to be the girl i am today..i wanna thank Him for being such a dear fren to me during all my down periods..n for never letting go of me..i love Jesus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my birthday celebration was a really really beautiful memory..wanna thank the people who conveniently gave me a scare in the early hours of Christmas eve..haha..namely Charmaine, Danielle, Desmond, Andrew, Karen, Mark, Aaron, Sylvia..to Char n Danielle..u gals r like the sweetest frens man..the cake was a success..so yummy..n yea..u two r really invincible..can do anything if u put ur mind n heart to it..but aniwaes..thanks alot for being there for me throughout this whole year..guess there were periods that i kinda took u guys for granted..like during the youth camp..yea..but times spent with u guys were always fun..n u never gave up on me..so thanks a million..to Desmond..this year has been FULL of ups n downs with u..but we've made it through..thanks to God..n also to some frens who talked to each of us..yeaps..i want u to know that u've been really sweet..n yea..u're my longest r/s man! haha..alritey..thanks Andrew for listening when i start my complaining..haha..even though we always exchange rainbows..haha..but still frens lah huh..yeaps..Karen..a very sweet sis with a heart of gold..u've been a source of encouragement..thanks for everything...Marko..haha i've never kena pms-ed by u..hehe..but yea..u've been a nice guy to talk to sometimes..haha..n to play with..esp when i xialan u..den u xialan me back..hehe..to Aaron n Sylvia..u guys are great role models..to all..thanks for taking the time to make my bdae so special n memorable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110414331939096122?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110414331939096122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110414331939096122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110414331939096122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110414331939096122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/12/woo-its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-110010552904120456</id><published>2004-11-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:52:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;am studying now..hope i can stay awake..must finish up what i set out to do or i'll never sleep in peace..been slacking so much yesterday and today..i kinda feel guilty..hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you know...sometimes when u study..u feel so alone..yar it's a horrible feeling..feels good when u study with ppl..coz u noe that there are ppl who are in this with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you know...i wish i had a personal fairy or something liddat..then like whenever i need anything..i can call on it..haha..like now..i'm craving for roti prata..den my magical fairy can get it for me by just snapping fingers..it'll feel soooo gd..den like when i need someone to talk to if i'm super stressed up or something..can just have a nice conversation with my fairy over a cup of tea or something..hehe..and when i need help trying to understand some of my work..i can always ask my fairy..wah..if only...haha..if only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jessie's leaving for sawang tomorrow..may God watch over her and guide her in her service to the Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;shark tale was a disappointment really...sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haiz...i really hope all this studying gets me somewhere...gd nite ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-110010552904120456?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/110010552904120456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=110010552904120456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110010552904120456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/110010552904120456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/11/am-studying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109983166701603484</id><published>2004-11-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:47:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;gosh..seriously man..thank God i found fella!!..he was like lost the WHOLE day!!!..in the morning when i was about to leave the house..realised it wasn't in its cage..but din have time to look for him then..so just prayed that it'll be safe n that we would be able to find it soon...so basically whenever i walked around the house..i would be staring at the floor..at the corners..see if there was any moving creature or something..but nothing..was really really sad man..ya then just now i kinda gave up hope..like tot it was probably not in the house anymore or it died or something..den suddenly..heard some scratching sounds..the kind fella always makes..n i realised it came from the woofeR!!! like oh my gosh rite..ya..there was a hole in the speaker..n i just knew it had to be fella in there..so we tried all ways and means to get it out..like tilting the woofer...shaking it..that kinda stuff..den also put food near the hole so it would come out..den finally saw its cute face..and those innocent eyes..staring at us..and we were all sooooo excited..all 4 of us screamed..ya..den fella went back in..probably freaked him out..haha..but in the end..guess he was hungry..and he came out..gosh i'm sooooo sooooo happy..fella's like my confidant..i was even intending to buy another hamster if i couldn't find him by tomz..but thank God really..now i've got company during my late nites studying....phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109983166701603484?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109983166701603484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109983166701603484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109983166701603484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109983166701603484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109949521935058185</id><published>2004-11-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:20:19.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think the nus system kinda screws up ur brain abit..it's so annoying..everytime i gotta do a major essay..i'll like devote my whole brain to it..so i'll neglect other modules' tutorials or assignments or wadeva..i can't multi-task u see..so once i'm done with the essay..i would haf alot of insight to that particular topic and that particular module..and i would kinda be quite hyped up for it..but then..i'm never able to carry on that enthusiasm coz quite soon after that..we gotta do another major term paper for another very different module..ya then it's sooooo irritating coz i gotta like adjust my brain to suit a totally different thing when i havent even satisfied my hunger for the previous module's stuff..haiz..it's like..u FINALLY get interested in one of ur subjects..and then u're forced to quickly change ur interest to something else..not good for my brain..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but anyway..all my major papers have been submitted..now the only assignment i have left is a 500 word essay for film and history..hope that one goes ok..oh..and does anyone haf the L.A. Confidential vcd or dvd or wadeva?..i need it urgently..lemme noe k..thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yups..so i'm TRYING to study now..but i've been soooo tired..i keep falling asleep..it's disgusting...but i really wanna do well lah..would be a really big morale boost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh oh!! i got back my politics term paper..and thank God i got an A minus...totally unexpected really..so so so so happy..haha..gotta pray hard for the rest of my term papers..the suspense is really killing me man..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k i wanna study...i MUST study..pls discipline urself cheryl..go go..shoo shoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know, to me, the nicest thing in the whole wide world..is to have someone you can fully trust..someone you can totally count on for support..someone who can make you happy..and someone who loves you for who you are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109949521935058185?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109949521935058185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109949521935058185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109949521935058185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109949521935058185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-nus-system-kinda-screws-up-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109938662039687971</id><published>2004-11-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:10:20.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;i really haf an urge to just scold all the freakin vulgarities tt i know, kill somebody right now, ans ask God damn a lot of questions. i'm feeling really perplexed. feeling really down. feeling really useless. feeling really hopeless. time and time again, i let pple down. time and time again, i just wanna gif up. time and time again, i tried my best and God said He'll do the rest. but time and tme again, i was left in the lurch. today was my ssup paper. it was horrible. i got a high chance of failing dis paper. i practiced past year papers, i went for the remedial lecture, i went for tutorials, i tried and re-tried the papers. i went into the exam hall feeling confident tt dis time i can defeat the paper. i prayed before the paper, and i felt peace. but when i looked through the questions, i was discouraged. during the paper, i prayed, i cried out to the Lord, saying "Lord, why is all these happening to me? are u gonna do the rest for me?" and then i continue doing the paper. i manage to do some questions tt i skipped and i was really excited. i kept saying "praise u Lord, praise u! thank you thank you thank you." was just really happy. but when i counted all the marks tt i think i can get, i failed. was really demoralised. showed black face all the way home. shouted at pple who called me. i'm sorry. i'm guilty. i'm discouraged. i'm scared. somebody help me. is there anybody out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109938662039687971?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109938662039687971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109938662039687971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109938662039687971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109938662039687971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-really-haf-urge-to-just-scold-all.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109923720868540769</id><published>2004-10-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:40:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;well. i've got no inspiration to blog now man. but just wanna blog lah, coz like damn bad lah, everytime cheryl blog. haha. yah, today something freakin big happen lah. [the following entry is gonna be a lil gay, so plz don't try dis at home] yah, dis really close friend of mine had an accident and he doesn't wanna reveal who he is. so we assume he's Bob. yep. bob's one of my really close fren whom i share ALMOST everything to.  yah so, today we were having some activity in some community lah. den its something like games day, and we played dog and bone. haha. one of his favourite lah, or should i say his favourite. okay, so his number was called and he's supposed to run lah, so he ran and got the bone and ran back. somehow, dis deek fell and he fell on his palm, which means his whole body weight was supported by only one of his hand lah. yah, so it dislocated. at first, nobody gave a shit abt him, as usual. until he shouted "shit shit, my elbow spoil." den pple started coming around, and when he roll up his sleeve, his freakin bone was like jutting out lah. kinda reminded me of "faces of death" lah. wah lau eh, damn sick man. but, yah, he walked off wif a smile and joking and all tt. [just like me when i langah last time] yah. den after he was fetched to the hospital, the game continued. yah. so we played, and all tt. but when we're having lunch, i just felt very very horrible, like not a good feeling lah. but i kept quiet all the way till i had a meeting, den i told one of my friend who was sitting beside me, and i told him, "eh shit, i'm feeling damn uncomfortable, i think i gotta pray." den i just shu my eyes and kept praying praying. yah, but nobody knew lah, coz they were praying also, but praying for other stuff lah. haha. yah. den i was still feeling kinda uncomfortable, tt's why i showed a lil black face during the meeting. den after the meeting, we went downstairs to prepare for some publicity stuff, so i just called one of my friend who's wif him at the hospital lah, and ask how are things wif him and all tt. and praise God! he's fine. his bone's re-located and he's just waiting for his x-ray. i was like damn relieved lah. haha. den i went back to the room and rehearsed the skit pretty well. [wif a smiley face and all] yah. so i was like thinking, "wah! fall down, disloacted his bone only i feel so shit already, i cannot imagine any of my close friends or relative dying sial." den when i got home today, just thank God for all my fans out there! and really lah, appreciate u all man. yep. somehow or rather, u all just made my life complete lah. haha. sounds gay right? haha. yah lah. so i urge u all to just take a lil time off and thank God for pple whom are dear to u, before u don't even haf a chance to next time. yep. ciao. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*i specially appreciate and thank God for HER*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109923720868540769?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109923720868540769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109923720868540769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109923720868540769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109923720868540769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109906462936667187</id><published>2004-10-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:43:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeaps doing my film and history essay now..writing on Rashomon..a really good black and white film..catch it if u can..yeaps aniwaes i've had so many things in my head for the past few days that i keep forgetting to do stuff..argh..gotta sit down and work out an agenda for myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it was really weird today..des and i somehow got on the topic of ben and i couldn't stop talking bout him..argh..like memories just rushed back into my head..alot of memories..really weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aniwaes my parents are safely back home! thank God..oh ya..and i might be bringing mommy to church this sunday..but i'm going for service with focus cell leh..hmm..gotta think of a good arrangement..hope i can finish the essay by tomz..so that i can thoroughly enjoy myself this sunday..yeaps..keep sleeping nowadays..been so tired..it's like..in the train this morning i slept..in lecture today i slept..then while studying i slept..and then on the ride home i slept too..so lethargic..bad bad..maybe i should get myself some caffeine..tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mich will be coming back on nov 16..so early..and i've got exams during that period..so sad..but i miss her real bad man..it's the kind of frenship whereby you don't have to see each other every day..but u just know u can always count on them..you just know they care for you..it's a great feeling..actually..i always thought a relationship should be this way too..but..i dunno..it's just really hard..aniwae mich strive on ya! i'm praying for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i ate so much today..i think i'm really really stressed..btw the pasta from arts canteen is really really gd..and the fried fish meat noodles..and the cheng tng..and the yong tau foo..and the shanghai food..it's all good..must try!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;k i gotta get back to working on my essay..those having exams..keep it going..God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109906462936667187?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109906462936667187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109906462936667187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109906462936667187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109906462936667187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeaps-doing-my-film-and-history-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109895355318817836</id><published>2004-10-28T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:52:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mich!! i saw the lyrics n i immediately thought of you..i miss you soooo much gal!! and i hope u're doing fine..this is for YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't have to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a word to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You seem to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whatever mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Feel as though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've known you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can look into my eyes and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The way i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And how the world is treating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Maybe i have known you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Means you'll always be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amics per sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Means a love that cannot end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not just a summer or a spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even when we are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just knowing you are in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can warm my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not just a summer or a spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We share memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And we'll share more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We haven't started yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Something happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There has to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A time when we must say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm alive when we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;means you'll always be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amics per sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;means a love that cannot end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not just a summer or a spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I feel you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even when we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just knowing you are in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can warm my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not just a summer or a spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Amigos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love you gal! hope you're doing good..and you can always count on my prayers..i miss you..thanks for being such a wonderful best friend..take care..till we meet again! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cHeRyL-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109895355318817836?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109895355318817836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109895355318817836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109895355318817836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109895355318817836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/mich-i-saw-lyrics-n-i-immediately.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109862955415327063</id><published>2004-10-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:52:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. well, as some of u know tt i failed 2 of my modules dis sem. feeling the tension now, as in i've nvr taken 2 supplementary papers at one go. i really haf no idea if i can make it dis time. really struggling to study. at the back of my head is like "no problem lah, still got abt one week. can wan lah hor?" but in the whole of my head was like "shit! if fail how? mark graduated, he can play already!! aiyah, nvm lah. the NUS pple still studying, can study wif them." haha. quite jian lah, but tt's how my mind battles thoughts man. haha. really man. so kind brethens out there. PLEASE pray for me. let the holy spirit lead u on what to pray. Lord, u must help me dis time!! okay okay, i promise i'll study. deliver me yah? must must pass, die die must pass! argh. stress stress. nvm, u can do it desmond! u can u can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109862955415327063?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109862955415327063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109862955415327063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109862955415327063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109862955415327063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109842298815438398</id><published>2004-10-22T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T13:29:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;working on my SE term paper now..think i'm progressing quite well lah..haha..as in flow of ideas quite smooth..thank God for that..slept in today..so decided not to go for EL lect..was so tired..but the 8 hr rest was gd lah..at least i dun feel sleepy now..ya..so actually i wanted to just stay home to do my stuff today instead of studying in sch..but then while i was brushing my teeth..i suddenly remembered that i had to hand in my film and history essay by noon..and i was like..ARGH! but..thank God i remembered in time..den din really need to rush to sch..and yeaps i've handed in my essay..not really confident..so sad..after one setback..it's so hard to regain that confidence and optimism i used to have..but i really just entrust the paper in God's hands lah..wadeva grade i get will be what he wants me to have..yeaps so i'll take my mind off it..haha..still remember yest when i was wif charmaine..rushing to edit my essay..den we were so irritated that we couldn't reduce the no. of words..coz i exceeded the word limit lah..so char got so frustrated..den she just leaned back in exasperation..and said, "aiya no choice lah..change the font size"..haha..den i was like..ooh..gd idea..so i changed to size 11..den i compared with my previous essays which were size 12..den like can see a difference leh..so in the end char told me to change my font totally..haha..so that it's hard for the lecturers to compare..hehe..such underhanded means rite..feel so 'jian'..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aniwaes..it's gonna rain soon..thunder and all..and i'm safely in the library..i sneaked in my lunch lor..i'm horrible man..haha..k i gotta be efficient now and do wad i wanna get done by today..before i leave sch..discipline cheryl discipline..haha..oh btw was thinking about it..and i think the hardest thing about relationships between humans..is putting aside self-pride..yeap..and then..it's always the ones you love that you hurt the most..because it's always the ones you love the most..that you also have the most pride as well as expectation..hmm..am i making sense..abit abstract..but..ya i think i'm quite prideful when around ppl i'm closer to..it's just this weird feeling..den wanna apologise oso cannot..coz ur tongue somehow gets tied..and the little devil in you says no no no..but i pray that God will help me in this aspect lah..and that ppl will understand me?..can give in then give in lor..haha..i miss u too! *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109842298815438398?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109842298815438398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109842298815438398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109842298815438398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109842298815438398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/working-on-my-se-term-paper-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109833866042742139</id><published>2004-10-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:10:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanna thank You for everything tt's happening in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanna thank You for granting me tt extra bit of patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Father, I wanna be in Your arms right now!! [i mean right now!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;But Father, while waiting for You to come back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanna make more talents tt u left me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanna be a good and faithful servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;i wanna see a smile on Your face when You judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;But Lord, I cannot do this with my own strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Father, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;In Jesus' name, Amen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus, I believe in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus, I belong to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;You're the reason tt I live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;You're the reason tt I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;With all I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll worship You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be glad cause i was blessed to get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To have you in my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll keep a part of you with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everywhere i am there you'll be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i always will remember all the strength you gave to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love made me make it through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh i owe so much to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were right there for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll keep a part of you with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everywhere i am there you'll be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i always saw in you my light my strength &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i want to thank you now for all the ways &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109833866042742139?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109833866042742139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109833866042742139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109833866042742139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109833866042742139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-god-i-wanna-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109833054106744961</id><published>2004-10-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:49:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;done with my 500 word essay..now in the canteen waiting for Charmaine..hope she can proof read for me to see if i was spouting too much crap..well aniwaes i'm really unprepared for my 2000 word term paper that's due on monday..havent even started..havent even researched..argh..scared scared scared..it's raining now..showers of blessing man..love the weather now..perfect for...hmm...sleeping..haha..but also gd weather for doing work lah..at least it's not humid that u perspire so much that u just feel so uncomfortable..yucks..annoying feeling..got project group meeting later..pray that all will go smoothly..that everyone will be cooperative..and that we'll be efficient so that i can concentrate on my term paper once i get this stupid project off my mind..Danielle..i like very long never see u leh..hehe..suddenly thought of u..yes i miss you..haha..can just imagine you and your funny hand movements going "really???"..haha..but nvm i'll see you at Dinos tonite!!..i miss having my brain empty leh..haha..it hasn't really had the chance to do that ever since i entered nus..sad man..can't wait for the holidays..den can empty my brain again..the feeling's really gd leh..haha..but not many ppl haf the skill of thinking of nothing..i'm special! haha..k lah..gotta go do some research or else i'll have nothing to contribute at the meeting later..cya guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109833054106744961?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109833054106744961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109833054106744961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109833054106744961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109833054106744961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/done-with-my-500-word-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109824128584209044</id><published>2004-10-20T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:01:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeaps still on the noah's ark thingy..did you know that it was only after the flood that God allowed us to eat meat?..dat means adam and eve and all the people who lived before the flood were vegetarians..haha..cool rite..i just found out..yea so aniwaes..the significance of building altars in the past was to show that God has been working there and then..like God does something in your life and you wanna let people know that your God has been working in you..so you build an altar..and altars were pretty elaborate..meaning it would have taken alot of effort for the people at that time to build them..but of coz..that little bit of trouble couldn't be compared to the magnificence of their God..and since the building of altars were a rather big affair..so people who walked past the altars would also realise the God who works..the real and living God..yups..in this day and age..of coz building of altars is not very practical coz we can't literally build altars wherever and whenever we want..prob only can build altars at home..but nonetheless..this doesn't mean that God should be discounted of his good works..there are so many different ways in which we can 'build altars' for our father in heaven..basically..as long as it involves speaking of God's good name to other people..or just simply jotting down and making a mark somewhere that signifies that God has been at work there..they would all be parallel to building altars..so like telling your frens about how God has been working in your life..how he has been so gd to you..is like building an altar for him in your fren..and like keeping a journal on the stuff that's happening in your life..and how u've prayed and God has answered is also like building an altar coz it's a mark of God's goodness..yups..many other different ways for us to build altars for our Lord and Saviour..so think bout it..and start proclaiming God's good name to the world! btw this issue was brought up during vcf on monday by Chris..very inspiring and something to really think about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;still have 2 essays and one presentation due..haiz..hope i'm efficient today and get my first essay done..so i can concentrate on my other stuff..yes i must be disciplined..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nick fam enlisting today..wanna wish him all the best..may God be with him every step of the way..so that he'll not succumb to temptations that are rather prevalent in there..and that he'll never stray from his Saviour..all the best nick! take gd care of yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kays kays..back to my work now..take care people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109824128584209044?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109824128584209044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109824128584209044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109824128584209044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109824128584209044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeaps-still-on-noahs-ark-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109819543305191530</id><published>2004-10-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:17:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;woh woh woh. its been like 50 gazillion years since i'd last blogged man. haha. okay. hmm. nothing really much happened in my life. and i'm still like that, honestly, still on-off wif my QT. had not been feeling inspired man. i know tt's not the point, but, yah. just kinda lazy, i'm trying k? hmm. oh!! jinfa's gonna recommend us to the life bookshop's big shot, and hopefully can get the job man. really like tt kinda job, and i've always felt inspired whenever i walk into the bookshop. really hope i can get the job sial. pray pray pray!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;oh. there's one thing tt cheryl shared wif me. and i think its really good, so i wanna share it wif u all. hmm. remember noah's ark? yah, after the rain and flood, Noah found a plot of dry land and he built a temple to worship and praise God. likewise, in our daily lives, we can too, build temples to glorify and acknowledge Him. one thing we can do is to proclaim or just keep a journal of His' deeds for u, the things He did for u. so tt when one day, u read back in ur journal, u can remember and see tt God had actually done so much in ur life. since He's done so much for us, why not we show a lil gratitude like Noah and give Him due credit for what He's done for us? one thing tt cheryl and i agreed is tt we can actually use dis blog to proclaim what He's done for us for the day. and when pple reads it, they'll know how real God is and they'll be encouraged. so ets just spend a lil time and leave a lil space for giving God His' credits yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;* best period of my life. can see light! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109819543305191530?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109819543305191530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109819543305191530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109819543305191530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109819543305191530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/woh-woh-woh.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109807453924478692</id><published>2004-10-18T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:04:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm in school now..and a cool wind just blew at my face..into my hair..and it feels sooooo good..it's gonna rain..and i just love the climate now..not too hot..not too cold..being in nus is sorta like being in touch with nature..the greenery and all..and i like it..many people say nus is like so old in its architechture and all..but..i like it..gives it a vintage feel..a perfect complement to its beautiful surroundings..gosh i'm just sitting back and marvelling at God's wonderful creation..it's really a great great feeling to get a load off your mind..and then u can just clear your mind for a moment and really open your eyes to see the pretty lil' stuff that we often don't even notice..my politics essay is finally done..yes..the key word here is finally..and i even did the footnotes stuff and bibliography myself..must give me credit for that man..for a person who doesn't even noe how to underline stuff with microsoft word..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In lecture now..politics lecture..but i don't care..not listening..it's like i shut my mind right after i handed up my essay..yes..and later i'm just gonna sit back and relac and watch ong bak..aiya wake up lah cheryl! as if u can relax liddat..after watching the film still must write essay..haiz..HAIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;k i'm gonna start on my 500 word essay by tomz..and i wanna get it done before thur..and then i can concentrate on my presentation and another major 2000 word term paper that's due on monday...haiyo..i have sooooo many things to do..thank God i no longer haf to juggle my tuitions as well..hope everything goes well..really..sometimes i think i have too high expectations of myself..and it's because of that that i'm always so stressed up..but..i noe the feeling of failure..and i don't wanna experience it if i can avoid it..but i oso wanna thank God for the people who have been helping me cope with the stress along the way..big thanks to Desmond for helping me with my research stuff..my project group meeting today went well by the way..big thanks also to Charmaine..for proof-reading my essay..everytime i have you around to proof-read my stuff..i somehow just feel more confident and less worried..really admire you for being able to cope with honours year stuff man..*salutes* And to everyone else who has been there for me..esp. the dinos people..u guys are such fun-loving people..and whenever i'm around you guys..i kinda am able to take my mind off some sad stuff..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am gonna watch &lt;em&gt;Lagaan&lt;/em&gt; tomz..can't wait man..for anyone who can get your hands on that show..watch it!! it's very gd..though approx. 4 hrs long..haha..but for anyone who can appreciate Bollywood antics..it's a really fantastic and meaningful show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh i'm going for VCF later..haha..it's been a really long time since i've been around there man..but..i shall go..to pei Charmaine..they're doing Genesis..which we've pretty much covered in dinos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kayz will be off now..later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109807453924478692?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109807453924478692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109807453924478692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109807453924478692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109807453924478692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109781036183805435</id><published>2004-10-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:19:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm done with my e lang test..haha..i think i totally couldn't be bothered..finished the test as quickly as i could..den just handed in..just wanted to get over and done with it..but oh yes..i feel soooo gd now..just got my essay to worry about..2000 words leh!!! with bibliography leH!!! argh..i really have no idea how it'll turn out but let's hope it's something presentable..haha..*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday's dinos was really really nice..so comfy with everyone..i really enjoyed myself..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;True as it can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Barely even friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then somebody bends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just a little change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Small to say the least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Both a little scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Neither one prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever just the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Every a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever just a sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As the sun will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tune as old as song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bittersweet and strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finding you can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Learning you were wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Certain as the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rising in the east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Song as old as rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109781036183805435?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109781036183805435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109781036183805435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109781036183805435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109781036183805435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-done-with-my-e-lang-test.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109746081926596136</id><published>2004-10-11T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:13:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i feel sick..like phlegm n all that..argh..horrible..n i'm soooo sleepy..yet i've got sch till late..and still gotta rush for tuition later..argh..luckily i've got tomz to rest..i din bring my hp today..and i feel so lost..can't contact anyone..wad if charmaine msges me to go for lect together..aiya..how on earth does the internet sms thing work ah..i can't seem to get it..argh..sick sick sick..feeling horrible..and the new topic for e lang is so difficult to grasp..and there's a test on friday..how perfect rite..argh...sick sick sick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109746081926596136?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109746081926596136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109746081926596136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109746081926596136'/><link 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there never seems to be enough time to catch my breath..haiz..oh well..such is life i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aniwaes..cell group was real good today..though attendance not say very fantastic lah..but..their enthusiasm was commendable..and i really enjoy their company..oh and it was so funny how wilson blushed when jessie complimented him..haha..damn farnie lah he..i hope the members who din attend today are doing fine..dun too stress lah..exams are not that big a thing..after u get used to it lah..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh wah! kelvin wrote testimonial for me sia..wad's the date ah..can buy 4-D man..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;danielle..hope u're on toking terms with ur mom liao..and oh ya..all the best!! *winks* haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;charmaine..we went bombing today and missed you..hope u're taking care of urself..dun too stress k...smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haiz..tomz got tuition..my very last lesson..argh...it's like the monster has let go of me..yet is still holding on to me by the toes..quick let me go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;God is really good leh..and he's so real to me nowadays..i like the feeling..it's like having my best fren follow me wherever i go..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;k it's bed time..hope the day goes well tomz..hope i dun fall asleep during the movie..hope i will clarify whatever work i'm not sure about..hope i can at least get a pass for the museum report..hope i can pass my sociology test..hope i remember to do my stuff..haha..k..i've let it all out..feel better..can go to sleep with a light head now..*yawns* bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109742821105267141?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109742821105267141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109742821105267141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109742821105267141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109742821105267141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109729580972337194</id><published>2004-10-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T12:23:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;just had a hearty breakfast..haha..first time in a really long while i had breakfast with my family..daddy cooked eggs..ham..hashbrowns..toast..beans..mmm...nice..den oso had a nice chat with my mom..it was cool lah..so aniwaeS!! haha..cheng tong msged me on frenster man...how unbelievable rite..yea n we had a pretty nice 'conversation'..just kept exchanging messages..but sad lah..we got no topic..only can tok bout superficial stuff..it's so weird..coz we have a really awkward history..and to tok to him now..hmm..just like very farnie lah..haha..oh he's in air force by the way..not bad not bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yesterday's shopping trip was really good..bought a really nice skirt..ankle socks..3 pairs for 5 bucks leh!!..oh and oso bought a pencil case..and earrings!!..so shiok lah..the feeling..just buy buy buy..yea..i need more clothes!!!!..i need another shopping trip!!!..shopping really de-stresses me  man..instant remedy..but..got my museum report due on monday..*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109729580972337194?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109729580972337194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109729580972337194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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YaY!!!..no more tuition!!!!(at least for the next 2 months)..fwah 3 tuition sessions today and i was literally smiling after every single one of them..yes..walking down the street..smiling to myself..would have loved to have someone to scream hysterically and jump up and down with me..but oh well..i just settled with a smile..i'm really really really very happy...REALLY!!..yeap now i have all my time to myself..and I choose what i wanna do with it..YaY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weLL aniwae..i guess another reason why i can rejoice is because i've completed my eSsaY!!! like FINALLY man..big thanks to Charmaine for pointing out the crap i wrote..haha..but yea she was really a big help..Love u gaL! i'm soooooo happy...u have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh and today..i woke up late..lect at 12..and i woke up at like 11.15..so..was rushing and rushing..and then i realised i have no clothes to wear..so i browsed through my mom's wardrobe and picked out this green singlet to try on..and it was just soooooo comfortable..why?? coz it's made of pure silk!!!..Wow ritE!! so the silk kept me cool the whole day and i hardly sweat..such a cool piece of clothing..yeaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i hope i wake up in time tomorrow..for my english lect..somehow tomorrow's like the start of my carefree life and i'm sooooo looking forward to it..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh ya!!..forgot to add..cheng tong added me on frenster!!! like woah man..haha..burns would know and start going crazy with me..haha..yea..he was my eye candy in JC..smart, cute, rich..oh well..those were the days..haha..yes yes..i must tell the gals when i meet them again..we'll probably go mad for around 15 minutes..haha..eye candies were our only sense of motivation to go to school then u see..haha..so we would go like goo goo ga ga everytime we saw them walking down the corridor..or in the canteen..or wadeva..cheng tong cheng tonG!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;good nite everyone..i'm sleeping sweetly tonite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109717002151485127?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109717002151485127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109717002151485127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109717002151485127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109717002151485127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-finally-got-my-life-back-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109708202297126421</id><published>2004-10-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:00:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could give you all you seek and pleased you would be&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have what you want but you wont know me&lt;br /&gt;You will not know the depth of my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You’ll not know the power I give to the faint&lt;br /&gt;You’ll not learn to see through clouds of despair&lt;br /&gt;You’ll not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there&lt;br /&gt;You’ll not know the joy of resting on me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence is all you see&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know should your pain quickly flee&lt;br /&gt;What it means that my grace is sufficient for thee&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight will come true&lt;br /&gt;But there is loss if I lost what I am doing in you&lt;br /&gt;So be silent my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest gift of all is to truly know me&lt;br /&gt;And though my answers seem terribly late&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still to wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;* I'll hav a part of u wif me. so everywhere i go, there you'll be. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109708202297126421?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109708202297126421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109708202297126421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109708202297126421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109708202297126421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-could-give-you-all-you-seek-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109703414662616944</id><published>2004-10-06T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:42:26.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;k lecture was really really boring..so i left during the break..decided that i shouldn't waste my time there when i can be using the time to do my essay..yeap..aniwaes..just saw a squirrel!! sooooo cute..yups aniwae..must remember to pray for my cell group members coz all of them seem so stressed over their exams..esp the gals..a few of them even fell sick..this is bad..yea and even jin ping too...noe she's damn stressed over her promos..but..hey gal..u're not alone k..God will be with u thru all this horrible times and we r all keeping u in prayer..oh Leslie's taking his maths paper today..haha..i think i'm as stressed as him man..hope he can do the paper with ease..and i think he should be capable of it..just be more confident of urself boy!..yeap..and to everyone else out there who's dying due to disgusting exams..don't worry k..God performs miracles..He really does..all u gotta do is to have faith in Him..*smiles*..here's something to encourage you..if u can go d/l this song k..it's really nice..it's "World's Greatest" by R. Kelly..enjoy people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a tall tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I am the swift wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweeping the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Down in the valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh I am a vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I can see clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If anybody asks you who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just stand up tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Look 'em in the face and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm that star up in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm that mountain peak up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey I made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm that little bit of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When my back's against the ropes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am a giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am an eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh I am a lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Down in the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am a marching band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh I am the helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am the hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If anybody asks you who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just stand up tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Look 'em in the face and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm that star up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm that mountain peak up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey i made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm that little bit of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When my back's against the ropes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm the world's greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;or even your year, But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause you're there for me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're still in bed at ten, and work began at eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You've burned your breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So far...things are going great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You down to your knees, that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause you're there for me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No one could ever know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No one could ever see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seems you're the only one who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What it's like to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone to face the day with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Make it through all the rest with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even at my worst, I'm best with you..yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause you're there for me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109703414662616944?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109703414662616944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109703414662616944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109703414662616944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109703414662616944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/k-lecture-was-really-really-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109702750777582087</id><published>2004-10-06T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:51:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in school now..doing my essay due on friday..giving myself 4 hours to do this 500 word essay before i go give tuition and then proceed to DINOS..oh well..let's just say God has been really really good..i mean like..seriously man..everythin happens for a reason..and God lets stuff happen for a reason too..it's just amazing lah..u noe the new implementation of the 5 day week..it's like..because of that..all my projects that are due on saturdays now have extended datelines till monday!..so cool rite..yar..and in a way it's less stressful lah..coz the due dates for my projects are now more spread out..yea..but i just realised that i have at least one project due every week..but yes..i shall not complain..haha..argh..can't wait for this week to be over..then i'll have more time to myself..no more tuition to give...arh!! can't wait can't wait..but then again..i really hope they do well..coz i noe how shitty it feels to do badly..yea i've been there.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so aniwae..burns birthday is tomorrow!! happy birthday gal..she just asked me to do some stupid survey on brands of ice cream..haha..silly lah..but of coz..my all time favourite is ben n jerry's!! anyone wanna share a tub with me one day?..very long neva indulge in this sinful lil' thing liao..oops..lecture starting soon..alrite..i'll be back to continue my posting..take care people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109702750777582087?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109702750777582087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109702750777582087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109702750777582087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109702750777582087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109690298848408174</id><published>2004-10-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:16:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Hey dudes!! My parents are talking again! My dad and my retarded cousin's talking again as well. Hmm. It felt really good seeing my family talking again. Yep. Really thank those who prayed for us. Appreciate it lots man! Oh oh!! Haha. I can touch my nose wif my lip man! Haha. it was kinda accidental though. Was actually struggling wif dis qn during my revision and i kinda pouted. Haha. Den i tried to stretch a lil more and i touched my nosE! Haha. Cheryl. I can do it too! Hmm. Woke up at 3pm today sial! haha. Strong eh? Den i went andrew foo's place to tann and study. But the tanning wasn't really successful though, not sure why i didn't turn darker. Damn. Anyway. Tml is exam man! damn scared, coz like i feel tt i didn't prepare as much as the past exams. So kinda worried. But i'll do my best and glorify God's name. Everything happens for a reason man. Haha. Okay lah. Don't really haf much to blog abt today, coz when i woke up, half my day was gone. Haha. Yep. Continue persevering in ur walk wif God yah? Let's keep our each other in prayer yah? Don't give up even if u face difficulties or u feel tt there's no point being a Christian afterall. We'll meet each other in heaven someday rite? Haha. Its tough though. Nothing's easy anyway. Haha. Go Go Go! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;* I missed everything of her! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109690298848408174?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109690298848408174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109690298848408174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109690298848408174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109690298848408174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-dudes-my-parents-are-talking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109680250935579313</id><published>2004-10-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:21:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yep. I've finally found my own self and i'm starting to work on it. haha. It was when i'm on a bus, i saw dis young guy, he reminds me of myself [mat specs, hairstyle and all]. and when i saw him, i really detested tt look man. And the way he acted was exactly like me, try to talk like mat, act romantic and all. quite sad lah. And perhaps God was trying to use him to tell mi tt, tt's u and its up to u whether u wanna change and be urself anot. Haha. sounds weird eh? But, yep. I've decided to be myself, and talk like myself constantly in front of classmates, malay friends, church friends and in front of my parents. I really wanna learn to be myself and i dun wanna live for pple anymore. Its getting nowhere, in fact its getting mi into more troubles! Yep. Rest assured guys, i'm in the process of changing, or should i say, i'm trying to be desmond once again. Yep. So do gif mi some comments if u see any change in mi yah? Good or bad changes, do tell mi yah? Hmm. Recently i've realised tt i've been changing of my mindsets and making alot of new resolutions and lotsa plans and goals in my life. Does tt always come, onli when i'm really sad, or hurt? Hmm. I hope to make it a point dis time tt it'll stay focused and constant, and i wanna be a guy whom u all remember is Desmond and not a guy who is a mat, a gangster, a christian, or a goodie boy at home. I wanna be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desmond Hoo Chuen Siang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hmm. Anyway, today was quite weird. Mark and Karen both asked mi at different times of the day tt "Do tell mi if u think u're ready to be a wroship leader." But both in different approach lah. Karen was out of the blue on msn, she suddenly tell mi tt. Mark was during a casual conversation den he suddenly popped tt. So, yep. I'll give it a serious thought, i'll not do things tt i'll regret again, and i'll do things tt God intended mi to. Still praying abt it and yah. will get to u all soon lah. Haha. Say until i like some big shot lidat. Haha. No lah. Really, just dun wanna be a worship leader coz of fame, but really to glorify God's name. Yep. Thanks for those who prayed for mi and family. Appreciate it alot. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* ta yi ding hui zhao dao gen hao de. * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109680250935579313?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109680250935579313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109680250935579313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109680250935579313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109680250935579313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109672936111320239</id><published>2004-10-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:02:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey good samaritans out there. What's up wif ur life man? I hope its going fine. Hmm. All will be fine if u're going thru some difficulties yah? Coz u know why? We've got a big guy up there who'll nvr forsake us!! So we don't forsake Him also k? Hmm. We must try our very best to please Him and try our very best to get going in life yah? We must learn to encourage each other more and tt we can in turn encourage ourselves. Well, if u can affirm tt friend of urs while encouraging him/her. And don't ever get tired of affirming coz being able to affirm is a blessing. And u noe tt being affrmed is the best way to encourage and u'll feel good if u're being praised rite? Yep. u nvr know how much affirmations tt friend of urs needs, but don't be tired yah? Let's live towards a Christ-like life. I bet dis term isn't foreign to u rite? But living it and saying it, its a totally different thing. Its difficult, its painful, its tiring, but think abt the fruits. u're living for eternity man! go for it. What's short-term pain? Hmm. Maybe i may sound cocky and like its-easier-said-than-done. But we've gotta start somewhere and i felt tt i gotta encourage some of u guys out there. So i'm here! If any of u are facing some real big problems and u're really tired, call mi yah? I'll be here wif u, and i'll lend u my listening ears. trust mi, i will. u can try. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. Hmm. Dis portion's abt my personal life. Hmm. I myself am going through a very rough patch of my life. Everything's not right. My family almost split again. But dis tme its not parent-to-parent quarrel, but its my biker cousin and my dad. Things are really heated today. A fight almost broke out, but thank God, the situation was controlled. Next is my studies, after dis incident wif my dad and cousin, i've began to realise tt my mom and my aunt are the ones who are the most hurt and in the toughest position. And my mom is like gonna break down anytime. And u must be askin, what's dis gotta do wif my studies rite? Yah, basically, i've screwed dis sem of mine and i'm not catching up wif my studies, and i'm pretty sure i'll fail if i don't start bucking up. And i will buck up! For my parents' sake as well as mine. I will. Yah. Its like so many so many things are happening at one go, i'm really gonna break down. But i've told God and myself tt i'll stand up tall and face all the crisis and tide over dis phase of life. After dis period, all should be stable ba. But right now, still encouraging myself. Yep. So dear brothers and sisters-in-Christ, i hope u all can just take a lil time outta ur busy schedule and pray for my family, esp my mom and aunt. Thanks alot! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throughout dis hard time, i've been rather sad and discouraged and inquisitive, but nonetheless, i'm closer to God once again. Maybe its coz i needed Him most now, but i really pray tt God will be in my life when i need Him. I wanna share my good times wif Him too. Hopefully dis tme of trials tt my family's facing, will in turn build a stronger bond and maybe believe in Christ!! Yep. Always look on the bright side. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* i'm not a perfect person, there's many things i wish i didn't do. maybe its hard for u to turn back now, maybe u don't love mi anymore. if u're happier like that, i'll respect it. * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109672936111320239?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109672936111320239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109672936111320239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109672936111320239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109672936111320239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-good-samaritans-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109655237180708148</id><published>2004-09-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:52:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So love me if you dare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please don't be too nice to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i might hurt you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And there's no cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and no way to be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why everything's turned inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Instilling so much doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it makes me so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i feel so uninspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My head is battling with my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109655237180708148?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109634255243669473</id><published>2004-09-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:35:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to Responsibility??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why can't people just do what they have to do so that everything can work out..why do they not even seem bothered for a second..i don't like the feeling of rushing to get something done, only to realise that it simply slipped other peoples' minds..it's just so irritating..but anyway i'm in sch now after a totally uneventful project discussion..argh..dragged myself out of bed..reached sch early..got a nice table..only to find out they would all be late..and that's not all...they didn't get their work done!!! haiz..maybe i shouldn't care so much..it's really eating me up slowly..but anyway i'm studying for my sociology exam now..am VERY stressed..got 2 presentations and one exam tomorrow..how perfect rite..and the stupid project we were supposed to do today is due on fri..wad the hell...haiz..i dun wanna complain lah..but i'm really very annoyed..i want to get all this stress out of my head by nobody's helping..just making it worse..argh..God will see me through it all..i'm sure of that..but in the meantime..please get cracking people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109634255243669473?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109634255243669473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109634255243669473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109634255243669473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109634255243669473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/whatever-happened-to-responsibility.html' title='Whatever happened to Responsibility??'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109621675632746707</id><published>2004-09-27T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:39:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/mrsalvage/b0761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes..i was always the retarded one in the group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109621675632746707?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109621675632746707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109621675632746707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109621675632746707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109621675632746707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109613831761136565</id><published>2004-09-26T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T02:51:57.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/mrsalvage/d4942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my favourite gals from CJ! Jaq, Me, Burns, Ber..Love u all! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109613831761136565?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109613831761136565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109613831761136565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109613831761136565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109613831761136565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/these-are-my-favourite-gals-from-cj.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109593575702874513</id><published>2004-09-23T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:35:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;* is it is it?&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone called me &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweetiee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone called me &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone said i'm the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sweetes&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tt someone is tt someone i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;its really true tt u dun hafta tell pple tt u saw the point and u're changing for the better. but its only true when u &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TAKE A STEP BACK AND THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; alone, and sort out ur thoughts alone, and determine to change for the better. u need not announce, pple see, and they will tell u tt u've changed, not u tell them u'll change. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;"DON'T be too smug lesmong, u're not as good yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109593575702874513?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109593575702874513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109593575702874513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109593575702874513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109593575702874513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-it-is-it-someone-called-me-sweetiee.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109587590767703792</id><published>2004-09-23T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:58:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone brightened my day for awhile today by bringing me apple aloe vera juice..mega thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me feel better just by being patient and listening to me..giga thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to playing badminton with desmond, danielle and andrew tomz..and i hope i can accomplish what i intend to study tomz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or do i see light at the end of the tunnel? *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109587590767703792?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109587590767703792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109587590767703792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109587590767703792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109587590767703792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/someone-brightened-my-day-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109575641900811208</id><published>2004-09-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:46:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seven hundred and nineteen!! [S-E-V-E-N H-U-N-D-R-E-D A-N-D N-I-N-E-T-E-E-N!!?] it's incredible man..our counter is moving at the speed of light! (haha..inspired by danielle's einstein theory thingy yest)..oh yes aniwae..i'm supposed to be studying now..but i just felt like blogging..so here i am..ya i'll spend my night time studying lah..so aniwae..there's this tinge of nostalgia in me now..met up wif the gals from CJ last nite for dinner..n i just realised how much i miss their frenship..really..it's just so..hmm..nice being with them again..the lingo and all..it's like u just fit rite in..and there's no hypocrisy or wateva..and they're all just sweet lil' things..haiz..really miss them alot alot alot..and then one of them gave me the link to her blog..which had like links to other stuff like pics we took when we were in CJ..n gosh..i miss it all soooo much..i miss having a home class..i miss genuine frenships..i miss mugging for A's until i wanna die..i miss complaining about teachers..i miss going crazy wif burns..i miss ber's 'mommy-ness'..i miss the nice talks i used to have wif jaq about why guys r so horrible n stuff..i miss CJ's grandstand..i miss skipping lectures..i miss going town walking around aimlessly after sch..i miss it all..so many things i'll always remember for life..and i'm glad we're all still frens..love all of u..*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like people being there for me..u just feel so loved u noe..it's like..the whole world can go wrong..but u can always go back into the arms of someone who loves u so much..such that everything will just be alrite..&lt;br /&gt;i like people giving me surprises..makes u feel like people want you to be happy on top of everything else..makes u feel special..surprises dun even need to be elaborate..something simple that'll bring a smile to my face..will just brighten up my whole day..&lt;br /&gt;i like sincerity in people..because when u're with such people..u noe u can take off that mask that u put on to protect yourself..and just be yourself..no pretence..and you noe that these people do not judge..they simply love you for who u are..&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/7742622-109575641900811208?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109575641900811208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109575641900811208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109575641900811208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109575641900811208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/seven-hundred-and-nineteen-s-e-v-e-n-h.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109561518185356796</id><published>2004-09-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T01:33:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is a really really gd song..heard it on S'pore idol when Sylvester sang it..it's superly superly good i tell u..go check it out..here's the really sweet lyrics of that song for u..enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see forever when i look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You're all i ever wanted, I always want you to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let's make a promise till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We'll always be together, and our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So here we are face to face and heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I want you to know we will never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now i believe that wishes can come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause i see my whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can see how much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And it makes me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see all my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've looked for you all of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now that i've found you, we will never say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can't stop this feeling and there's nothing i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause i see everything, when i look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can see how much i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And it makes me realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We will always be together, and our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see all my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When i look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*smiles*..such a simple but beautiful song..nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109561518185356796?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109561518185356796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109561518185356796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109561518185356796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109561518185356796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-really-really-gd-song.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109561142348831268</id><published>2004-09-20T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:30:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* TAKE A STEP BACK AND THINK! *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;A rash me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;An impatient me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Getting into trouble, having no one else to blame but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Knowing my mistake only now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Kinda too late when she doesn't believe now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Nonetheless i'll improve myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Hoping to get reconciled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, how wonderful is she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Giving me the chance to be as close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh, how lucky am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;To have such a girl as my first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;- lesmong -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109561142348831268?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109561142348831268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109561142348831268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109561142348831268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109561142348831268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/take-step-back-and-think-rash-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109552347670761473</id><published>2004-09-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:04:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Beatles got really good songs..lyrics so simple yet meaningful..love their songs...here are some that i think r nice..enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We can work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Try to see it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do i have to keep on talking till i can't go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;While you see it your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Think of what you're saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You can get it wrong and still you think it's alrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Think of what i'm saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Life is very short and there's no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for fussing and fighting, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have always thought that it's a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So i will ask you once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Try to see it my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Only time will tell if i'm right or i'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;While you see it your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knows how long i've loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know i love you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will i wait a lonely lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you want me to--I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For if i ever saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I didn't catch your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it never really mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will always feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you forever and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you whenever we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you when we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And when at last i find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your song will fill the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sing it loud so i can hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Make it easy to be near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the things you do endear you to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109552347670761473?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109552347670761473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109552347670761473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552347670761473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552347670761473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/beatles-got-really-good-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109552171320169983</id><published>2004-09-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:35:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ah!!! my favourite beatles song..haha..was surfing some song lyrics page lah..alrite alrite..here it is..enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In My Life     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are places I'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All my life though some have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some forever not for better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some have gone and some remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All these places have their moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With lovers and friends i still can recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some are dead and some are living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In my life I've loved them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But of all these friends and lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is no one who compares with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And these memories lose their meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When i think of love as something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In my life i love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109552171320169983?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109552171320169983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109552171320169983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552171320169983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552171320169983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/ah-my-favourite-beatles-song.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109552100653668443</id><published>2004-09-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:23:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is a cool song..check it out..&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"You don't love me anymore" by Weird Al Yankovic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've been together for so very long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now things are changing, oh i wonder what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seems you don't want me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The passion is gone and the flame's died down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess i lost abit of self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That time when you made it with the whole hockey team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You used to think i was nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now you tell all your friends that i'm the anti-christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, why did you disconnect the breaks in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That kind of thing is hard to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I knew that we were having problems when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you put those piranhas in my bathtub again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're still the light of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh darlin', i'm beggin', won't you put down that knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know, i even think it's kinda cute the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you poison my coffee just a little each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still remember the way that you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you push me down the elevator shaft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, if you don't mind me asking what's this poisonous cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;doing in my underwear drawer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes i get to thinking you don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now my scars are all healing but my heart never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You set my house on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You pulled my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, you think that i'm ugly and you say that i'm cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You shaved off my eyebrows while i was asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You drilled a hole in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You never acted this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honey something tells me you don't love me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha i think the content quite explicit..but it's really amusing to me..yeaps..i'm so sleepy..*yawns*..got so much work to do..*sighs*..mom's in a bad mood now...really scary..but i've learnt over the years how to deal with it..haha..yes..simply stay cool n try to ignore whenever possible..alritey..will go change my bed sheets..got new pink oneS!!..yeaps..n then i'm off to dreamland..gd nite ppl..take care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109552100653668443?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109552100653668443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109552100653668443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552100653668443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109552100653668443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-cool-song.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109539201716104952</id><published>2004-09-17T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:33:37.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YaY! just finished my EL test..think i screwed it up coz i dunno how to use certain technical terms to explain my answers..but..oh well..everything happens for a reason! haha..but of coz..faith lah..i haf faith that God will grant me whatever results He thinks is best for me..yeaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel much lighter now..it's like 10kg worth of crap just off me..haha..yes pls take this metaphorically..yupz coz 2 big burdens are off me now..i completed by film n history essay last nite..big thanks to Charmaine *smiles*..and my EL tests is now over..so now all i haf to worry about are my projects and my readings..which i MUST complete during the one week recess next week..yups yups..later got 3 kids to tutor..hmm..not really looking forward to it..but..oh well..like they say..just do it..shall just get over and done with it..den can officially enjoy my weekend!!..ah!!..kk i'm just very very happy now coz so many things r off my mind..oh..n today i experienced so many stuff that showed me that ppl r not that evil afterall..haha..yea coz i was on my way to sch today ( lecture at 8 am man..was late btw)..ya on bus no. 10..den i was sleeping when it reached kent ridge terminal..den some kind soul tapped me on the shoulder to wake me up..haha..k lah..maybe u guys think it's not anything surprising..but..ya..just felt very touched lah..that he/she din leave me there to kena from the bus driver..so..thank you..whoever u are..haha..oh den when i reached the LT..i was late..den somehow ah..the LT was damn full..not enuf seats..must be those usually pontang one suddenly come for lect today coz got test..idiots..haha..ya..so i had to sit on the floor..den this another kind soul..this gal (who's quite pretty btw)..she came to me n told me that there's an empty seat next to her..so i dun haf to sit on the floor..fwah..felt so loved man..dunno lah..maybe it's just coz i've been feeling quite horrible for the past few days that when someone suddenly does something nice..it's a big thing to me..hehe..but anyway..ppl aren't that bad afterall..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okie..gtg for my project group discussion now..quite stress for this one lah..coz all my group members r like year 2 or 3 law students or political science students..den i think they will expect quite alot of cheemology from me..which i can't produce..haha..but..hope they're nice ppl lah..*crosses fingers*..hehe..wish me luck ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wanna thank God for my parents..even though they had some petty quarrel this morning..i know they still love each other..n they love me..i feel so blessed..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109539201716104952?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109539201716104952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109539201716104952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109539201716104952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109539201716104952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-just-finished-my-el-test.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109531976580866264</id><published>2004-09-16T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:37:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- does God really hears? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;oh well, for some of u, u may think tt i just wanna be holy and all tt. but let mi tell u, God really hears and He honours those who honour Him. trust me, He works. some of u noe tt i can't lead worship for nuts. i always haf dis phobia of leading and there's always disconnections between the songs. but yesterday at dinos, for the 1st time in my freakin life tt i actually experienced God. it all started when i'm choosing the songs. at first, as usual, will choose those songs i like. some of the songs i chose yesterday were like "broken spirit", "before the world began", "magnificent". haha. but i couldn't find the lyrics, so i opened up an email sent by karen last time. an email full of chords and lyrics. haha. den when i chose the 1st song, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", a prayer came to my mind, and the theme eventually coincide as i chooes the 2nd, 3rd and the 4th song. and i prayed abt the songs i chose and i THINK it was God's inspiration. so i happily copied the lyrics and chords and asked mark to print. den we went dinos and i handed out the song sheet. i was veyr encouraged when pastor aaron said "hey. i was thinking abt dis song dis morning." i was like. "wah! so zhun ar?". okay tt's the 1st encouragement. den mark said there's no welcome but we started off wif a bit of sharing on our week abt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! i was like, wth? den i was like super high morale already lah, haha. like 1st time the songs i chose coincide wif so many stuff. haha. den i led worship. before i led, i prayed and ask God, "Lord, if its really u, help mi not to stutter while leading, flow mi wif ur inspiration and guidance." den i just start leading, and then the worship went well!! at least for mi lah. was very encouraged by myself and i've concluded tt God really hears and He really works. seriously. dis is a little testimony from mi lah. yep. hope it can be an encouragement to u all too! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;* praying is not all abt answers but faith *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109531976580866264?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109531976580866264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109531976580866264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109531976580866264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109531976580866264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/does-god-really-hears-oh-well-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109513047626176961</id><published>2004-09-14T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T10:54:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;just for the record..i hate being judged by people..so please..spare me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this week's gonna be really really stressful..so many things to do..thank God there's a reading break next week..alrite..let's make a list..haha..lest i forget..like i always do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1)gotta hand in my film and history essay by noon on friday (extremely important!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2)gotta study for EL test this friday (please study cheryl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3)PS project group discussion on fri..so please prepare some points to contribute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4)EL project group discussion on fri (this one's rather stress-free coz the people working wif me r nice! *smiles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5)visit to asian civilisations museum..ASAP! coz i need to do my museum report by Oct! (oh charmaine agreed to accompany me to the museum..thank God..at least it wont be so boring now..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6)go for the gamelan performance on 22 sept (very impt coz attendance will be taken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7)do SC project by next week (start research asap!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;8)many many other stuff..the list goes on...ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wanna thank God for the special people in my life..those who sincerely care for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109513047626176961?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109513047626176961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109513047626176961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109513047626176961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109513047626176961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-for-record.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109483321492795259</id><published>2004-09-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:20:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* is she the right one for me? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;hmm. many a times, we'll tend to ask our partner dis qn when we're in a midst of a quarrel right? its damn true tt we're so inquisitive abt who's the right one tt God had planned for us, but will it be too rude for mi to say tt we're actually running away from the problems we face tt thus led to a quarrel? why didn't we ask our partners dis same qn when we're in bliss, when we're on honeymoon? learnt something new today is that, its true God had it all planned, but its only to a certain extent. we all Christian humans do haf freewill and we must haf our own sets of character and personality tt we want our ideal partner to haf. and only u urself noe who's the right one for u, after growing up wif so many pple who are of the oppostie sex, knowing so many pple of the oppostie sex, seeing different traits and personality and u can straight away tell if she's tt kinda gal u would want to spend ur life wif. and when there's dis gal u came across, whom u've set ur heart and mind on, and u think she's the one, then u pray abt it and ask for confirmation, get to noe her better and if there isn't any significant objections from God, then go for her! of course, there're no smooth sailing r/s, but don't always ask urself if he/she is the one tt God planned in ur life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and another thing i've been reminded is tt nobody's perfect! there's definitely some traits in tt person u love tt u sthink is bad. actually, they're not bad, its just something tt's opposite of u. like u find her rigidity is an obstacle between the both of u, everything also must have timetable, go according to the schedule and book, and u're life is all planned. whereas u're a person who's very flexible, can suit anybody's timing anytime, don't really need any schedule to follow. u'll find tt her rigidity is something bad, and she may find tt ur flexibilty is something bad, tt's how a quarrel arises, differences in perspective. ["gal : why u nvr plan ur time wan? guy : can't u be more flexible? must everything be done to achieve something?"] something like tt lah. yah. so we must learn to see it from their point of view on how they see things and how they're brought up. like guy A is brought in a family whereby they shout to resolve things. gal B is brought in a family tt seats down and talk things out gently. and when dis 2 love birds meet, disagreements arises and guy A shout at gal B and gal B felt irritated like "why can't u seat down and talk things out? must u shout?". these are differences caused by the way they're brought up. so the bottom line is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;before u get angry with each other's differences, seat down by urself and try to see things from their point-of-view. its hard, but its efficient. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;may God be in all aspects of our lives and not a priority!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109483321492795259?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109483321492795259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109483321492795259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109483321492795259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109483321492795259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-she-right-one-for-me-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109449119575697214</id><published>2004-09-07T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T01:19:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;focus from now onwards..God and my studies..period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeaps anyway..lotsa stuff happened today during vcf that somehow impacted me in one way or another..one was on Byron's sharing..he used the analogy of a new nissan sunny car to bring across the idea of our Christian lives..yupz..lemme re-tell his sharing..k say u ordered a new nissan sunny..and today it's shipped to your house..yeaps so u're very happy and all..so u open your new car door..and then u open the compartments..and u find a your car user manual..all nicely wrapped in plastic..ooh..happiness..so u unwrap the manual..maybe even smell it..then open it up and start studying it..yeaps so u aim to finish studying the manual in 1 year..u even cut out phrases or important points in the manual and stick it all over your wall..or maybe u even manage to find a few frens who are interested in studying the manual too..and u guys haf a 'car user manual study'..so do u see the point?..the car user manual is like the bible..ppl engage in bible study..ppl take verses out of it n memorise them..ppl aim to finish studying the bible in a year..but...at the end of it all..wad's the point?..going back to the nissan sunny analogy..don't we all want to drive the car as soon as we get it?..similarly..once we accept Christ into our lives..don't we have this urge to spread the Good News asap?..of coz i'm not saying that knowledge of the bible is not essential..but the point is..let us always remember the Lord's great commission for us - to go make disciples of all nations...yupz..dun get all obsessed with studying the bible or memorising verses that we forget the application part of it..yeaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;another sharing that caught my attention was the one by Tabitha..yeaps she told us about a fren of hers..who has always been the shy, quiet type..and then one day her fren got attached to this guy..and then her personality totally changed..she became outgoing, confident, and joyful..and then Tabitha said..shouldn't our relationship with God be something liddat?..like shouldn't we be filled with that overwhelming peace and joy from knowing our Creator?..why do some of us still go about complaining..sulking..well even the ability to breathe is given to us by God so i think there are many things to be thankful about..as long as we're focused on what we're doing..which is for the glory of God..no matter what we're engaged in..i'm sure we'll be glad.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i noe that no one understands what i'm going through better than God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109449119575697214?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109449119575697214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109449119575697214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109449119575697214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109449119575697214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/focus-from-now-onwards.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109446052462196819</id><published>2004-09-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:48:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;hey pple out there!! gif mi a lame clap! *clap* "lame". haha. damn. got infected by the camp mood. haha. anyway. yah. just read the entry cheryl posted. and i seriously think i gotta do something abt my temper and my perceptions of stuff. coz i think all my shit thinkings are screwed man. and its always my impatience and bad temper tt screws things up. toking abt priorities. frankly speaking, i put dis r/s in 2nd place after God. and her's probably somewhere further down, and i dun blame her for tt, because NOW, i feel tt r/s shouldn't be 2nd priority!! wat abt family, studies? damn. must reset my priorities lah. yah. and the camp was quite fun towards the end part, but the starting ar! wah. super sianZZ. cheryl-sick, homesick.aiya. wateva lah. anyway. yah. everything should start within urself before telling others their flaw. i noe all of u knows dis and its in the bible. but its just a reminder. thoughts have been running thru my head for the whole day. ["why must i always hurt pple?", "why can't i control my temper?"] yep. still no solution, will tok to pastor aaron abt it lah. the feeling like quite nice leh, like when u're feeling damn doubtful abt urself, u haf a pastor or somebody who's much more mature than u to hear u out and advise and counsel u. damn nice lah the feeling. yeah. okay. i'm gonna slp! damn bloody tired. yah. "i'm sorry" [u noe who u are. tt's all i can say.] *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109446052462196819?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109446052462196819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109446052462196819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109446052462196819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109446052462196819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-pple-out-there-gif-mi-lame-clap.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109440021490124068</id><published>2004-09-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T00:03:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh no..superly superly stressful man...so many things to complete..i think sept is gonna be a really busy month..coz everything's due in OcT!!! ARgH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hope desmond has a fun time at camp..it'll be a gd experience i guess..it's been only 2 days..but kinda miss him though..hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh pastor aaron's sermon today was quite gd..kinda speaking to me to re-focus and re-prioritise..which i WILL do..yeaps..God is just marvellous lah..He's always been by my side even though i didn't realise..yupz..i just flipped through my course syllabus for SE1101E..and although there r like alot of things to accomplish for this module..like field trips n all dat..i realised i havent missed out on anything that impt..like thank God i decided to 'wake up' today man..now i'm gonna be busy busy busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aniwaez..english language is soooo cool..seriously..considering majoring in it..hmm...we'll see how things go lah huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i realise that as we grow up..it's harder to forge friendships..and even if we do manage to make acquaintances..they are nothing more than superficiality..haiz..that's really sad lah..where's that genuinity we used to possess as kids..that spirit of always wanting to share and always looking out for your best fren..yeaps..something to reflect upon i guess..dun think frenship should only involve hanging out wif ppl..should also include stuff at a deeper level..but nobody said it's gonna be easy..yeaps i wanna care for others like Jesus cares for me..n i'm gonna try my very very best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ok ok..gotta go back to doing my readings..which r a whole chunk..erm..like about 10cm thick!!..it's madness..but i will survive..i guess..*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109440021490124068?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109440021490124068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109440021490124068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109440021490124068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109440021490124068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109383251153501388</id><published>2004-08-30T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:21:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;407?!?![F-O-U-R H-U-N-D-R-E-D A-N-D S-E-V-E-N?!?!?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;haha..it's crazy man..the counter is jumping like mad..not bad ah desmond..u got quite alot of fans out there..haha..*gives desmond a pat on the back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;yeapz in school now..have been here at the computer for the past hour..n i need a break..been doing lotsa stuff..like typing out minutes..printing out my lecture notes..discussions..forums..i'm literally brain drained man..yeapz..so here i am typing an entry..coz it's kinda stressless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;oh btw..gd job yesterday at the camp com meeting yesterday guys..very spontaneous and i think it was quite a fruitful meeting..esp the throwing out of ideas for the script..fantastic man..yupz yupz..oh yes n the banner..really nice too! yes ppl..it's coming..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;one eye's bigger than the other today..argh..not enough sleep again..haha..disgusting man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;aniwaez..got a nice poem to share..somehow it'll just pierce ur heart one..coz it's the straight-in-your-face kind of message..but yea..nonetheless..enjoy! and of coz reflect oso lah..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Too busy this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll say a prayer quick;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight i'll have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to study and to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight i'm too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to study God's word;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll wait till next week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then i'll worship the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next week came too fast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it seems that i may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;have more time next month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To read and to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next month! Oh yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My love for the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;is about ready to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;Love u people! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;p.s: taking neo-print with those special people was real fun! love them all!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7742622-109383251153501388?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109383251153501388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109383251153501388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109383251153501388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109383251153501388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/08/407f-o-u-r-h-u-n-d-r-e-d-n-d-s-e-v-e-n.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109348933583961843</id><published>2004-08-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:02:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;wow the counter shows 350! [THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!]..who on earth has been snooping around man..well aniwae..yeapz it's been a really really really long while since i've updated..but so many things have happened which are better left unsaid..but i'm blogging now coz i'm really really stressed n i need to let it out..gosh my 500 word essay is due by noon tomz and i've barely started..ok i take it back..i have NOT started!..argh..hope the 8 hrs tonight will be enough to complete it..oh any beatles fans out there btw?..yea the essay's on the history of the beatles..so it's not something that'll be easy to me coz i noe nuts bout those ppl..well whatever..hope everything will go smoothly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Life has so many issues..yet not all can be spelt out..why does it seem so easy for some people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;well aniwae..HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY KAREN! LOVE U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;k i'll be back...ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109348933583961843?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109348933583961843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109348933583961843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109348933583961843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109348933583961843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow-counter-shows-350-three-hundred.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109324418403819503</id><published>2004-08-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T15:22:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;ssuppa niggas!! i'm in sch now man. haha. feelin really bored. everybody's doing their labs and i'm doing my blog. muahahah. tired lah. yep. anyway. hmm. not sure abt everything now. in all aspects. let's start wif sch. i've no idea why, whenever i wake up in the morning to go sch, i'll haf the sense of fear and stress man. stress tt i'll fail my overall, stressed tt i cannot catch up wif my workload. haizZz. i'll always pray wif a heavy heart man. yep, always committing the day to my Father and i guess all should be right. so far its all right man! hmm. yep. now its abt the r/s thing. hmm. still sorting out stuff, re-assuring myself, and all tt. hmm. not sure if i'm ready, don't think so, but i guess it would be quite soon. yep. will be talking to pastor aaron abt stuff like tt lah, hopefully he can understand my situation and help mi see the light man. yep! oh! and abt my spiritual walk wif Him. everything in mi is very motivated and stabalised to do and read His' word. talking to Him. but still quieting down my heart and to hear His' soft whispers to mi. yah. and youth camp!! always looking forward to the meetings man. but its hell load of stress, food! 1.5k!! muahahahaha. i haf the greatest piece of the pie, actually half of the total man. haha. but its damn alot of work to be done. checking out prices, choosing food, think of the amount of food eaten so tt pple won't feel sleepy after lunch or breakfast, planning and brainstorming on how to make eating exciting, and recently i'm into thinking the words for a mass grace where everybody recites before eating. haha. trying to make it like the BB junior section which is a short song, or should i say its like a nursery rhyme. ha. yep. hopefully it'll be cool lah. yea. hmm. okay lah. feeling quite guilty doing this in lab. haha. okay okay. will go do my lab now. yep. pray for mi yah!! pray for wisdom will do. wisdom in all areas! haha. okay. i am SMARTO! haha. ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109324418403819503?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109324418403819503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109324418403819503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109324418403819503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109324418403819503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/08/ssuppa-niggas-im-in-sch-now-man.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109293308307426253</id><published>2004-08-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:31:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;damned damn. dis day is truly screwed. didn't start off well. some pple might say its an excuse, some pple might say i've got weird attitude. whatever means, i'm like that. a bastard who always gets mis-understood or "attitude-buddy". dis morning really didn't start off well, woke up at 8am to like wake her up. but some things happened and just spoiled my day lah. its usual, but i'm just not used to it. okay. tt was the 1st. den after tt, i left my house at like 8.35, to make sure tt i won't be late. and when i was walking to the bus stop, i called andrew and asked where's he, he's still at home. den i was like thinking "weren't we supposed to be on time?". like i dun hafta be the one ensuring tt everybody's awake and all tt, but why am i doing all tt? okay, tt was the 2nd. den i called joy, she's also slping. den i was like, okay lah. since everybody's not interested, den might as well call it off, and anyway, i haf sch at 1, so like quite rushing for mi if i go down there, and then go back to sch all sticky. so i smsed andrew telling him, other days perhaps. den he didn't reply, and i roughly knew he was pissed lah. den i like. shit lah. why is it tt all the things i do seemed to piss pple off. and eventually, i still did piss him off lah. den after tt, danielle smsed mi, asking mi where am i. den i replied, not going already. den she replied "i think andrew angry leh." den i was like, "wtf?" really damn pissed. den i replied her quite rudely lah, sorry danielle. yah but, like throughout the day or maybe my life, i've been reflecting like "who am i actually am?" am i a person who's damn irritating, tt everything i do, pisses pple off. or am i a person who just don't know how to express myself. was really upset, but i pushed it aside, den i told myself, yah, don't let wat happened affect my mood or other pple's mood. so i met cheryl, wif a forced-smile and all that. acted as if my morning had been real good. yah. watched friends. laughed a bit, yah. but i found tt i cannot control my feelings. den i suddenly attitude lah, like vent all my moodyness on cheryl. sorry cheryl. yah, den after tt i went to sch wif a heavy heart lah, like why is being myself so difficult. yah. but everything was okay when i'm in sch lah. like joked wif my frens and all tt. yah, den met cheryl and sent her to NUS. yah. den had quite a good time at dinner. yep. today's really a day tt i've screwed many's days. i'm really still figuring out and sorting out alot of stuff lah. yep. will get over it lah. yep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7742622-109293308307426253?l=desryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/feeds/109293308307426253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7742622&amp;postID=109293308307426253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109293308307426253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7742622/posts/default/109293308307426253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desryl.blogspot.com/2004/08/damned-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936526329747792448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742622.post-109270787197760161</id><published>2004-08-17T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:58:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sooooo overwhelmed..what with school n all..i'm not sure if i can make it through man..yes i am totally lost in class...so lagging..n i'm slapping myself going.."what have u been doing for the past 19 years of your life cheryl?!"..haiz..so much preparation for sch...so many commitments..it'll be tough..but with proper time management n God's guidance..i guess i'll pull through..yeap..*crosses fingers*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well anyway..yea i just did my tutorial registration..really really really hope i get all my tutorials as i want them..it's so freaking stressful man..just planning your timetable..really honestly difficult..yea the results will be out at 9 tonite..so..praying hard man..but yea..God lets everything happen for a reason..so wadeva it is..i'll just accept lah..i think...oh n i'm soooo pathetic man..i just realised how to log in to my nus email account a few days ago..n argh i'm soooo lagging..everyone's like forming discussion groups n their online forums r like soooo impressive..man..like even before the first lecture they got so many gd ideas to tok about?!..i'm impressed..yet overwhelmed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya another struggle is the lack of friends..haha..don't understand why i've withdrawn myself so much..just not used to being the one to strike a conversation with a stranger anymore...so like for "film and history"..we gotta form discussion groups..yeap n i know no one in the lecture group..so..the lecturer just assigned me to a group..n..yeap i still don't know those ppl..maybe i should send them an email each n like..maybe we can start our discussions soon..hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes i know i've not blogged for a really long time..not really that long but seems long coz so many things have happened..yea des called this morning..n asked if i blogged..n asked if i read his blog entry..n i was like..shit..i totally forgot about blogging when i was doing my tutorial registration n stuff..feel kinda guilty..this is like another commitment we both share other than God..n yeap i kinda just realised that..des sounded really disappointed on the fone..i'm sorry des..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really really hope that this time..things will work out..i'm so thankful for the bus ride we had that day..gave me an opportunity to tell &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; lotsa stuff that i otherwise would never share with anyone..and yea i thank&lt;em&gt; him &lt;/em&gt;for being so compromising n so understanding..yea i think personal expectation just kills u..ur expectation should be Christ-centred..all things will work that way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooh yesterday was quite a nice day in sch..went to sch with joy and then she sat in my "govt n politics in s'pore" lect..oh btw it was a really nice bus ride which gave us much needed time to share stuff with each other..yea aniwae..oh the first lecture was really interesting..even joy felt so..but..it's really tough lah..coz i don't have much background knowledge in history nor politics..so..i've got alot of catching up to do...oh btw..just wanna point out some things i learnt from prof. singh yesterday..do you people out there really believe in the sang nila utama story?..as in the one whereby he saw a lion here n thus named it &lt;em&gt;singapura&lt;/em&gt; meaning lion city?..haha..say he saw a ghost instead?..would we be living in &lt;em&gt;hantupura&lt;/em&gt;?..haha..&lt;em&gt;hantu&lt;/em&gt; is malay for ghost by the way..yea and what is s'pore exactly?..why is it a chinese society on a malay land?..or maybe it's just a westernised society with some asian gloss?..what are we when we call ourselves s'poreans?..where does our identity lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea then after that lecture met up with charmaine n then went for "film and history" lect..really really interesting..we're now doing a project on the beatles..so we gotta watch a documentary on the beatles yesterday..then next lecture we'll watch a narrative film on the beatles..n then compare n contrast..like on which one tells more of the truth..yeap..to think there was so much more to the beatles..used to think they were merely a pop band...well well..there's so much more to learn..n i'm looking forward to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so after the lecture..i went with charmaine to her vcf cell..ppl were really nice n friendly..well at least i made a few more frens..haha..yea then after the cell meeting..we went for prata at fong seng..n left so late..that i almost missed the last bus..scary..but yeap had des to tok to me on my way back..so din feel so lonely..haha..thanx man..erm..that's about it i guess...i'll blog more regularly from now..i'll try my very best..yeapz..a big thanks to everyone who has been concerned for the both of us..well everything's alrite now..hope all of u out there r doing fine too..haha..yes danielle i miss you man..haha..always in science block..come over to arts lah!...alritey ppl..will see u around..take care n God bless all of u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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