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I can’t think a life without you. I spend sleepless night counting the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; She peeps from behind and steals a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px; font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px; font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 36px; font-family: 'Bernard MT Condensed', serif; color: red; "&gt;I have found love and lost my heart today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: red; "&gt;I’m a prisoner of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px; color: red; "&gt;Sometimes the person you love just  doesn't understand how much you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px; font-family: 'Britannic Bold', sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;What’s in the heart, only the heart knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px; font-family: 'Britannic Bold', sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px; font-family: 'Gloucester MT Extra Condensed', serif; color: red; "&gt;Love is only a chapter in a guy's life, but to a girl it’s the whole book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Batang, serif; color: red; "&gt;Love is when you love someone, you can&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;t tell him but everyone else can tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 40px; font-family: 'AR BONNIE'; color: red; "&gt;Broken hearts are often caused by unspoken words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 40px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;Letting go, isn't giving up. It’s accepting that some things aren't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 16px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px; font-family: 'Britannic Bold', sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;Rather than forgetting, hurting is easier for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px; font-family: Dotum, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px; font-family: Gisha, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px; font-family: Dotum, sans-serif; color: red; "&gt;is when everything begins to look beautiful. All your goals change directions. Even the wind changes its course. 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Compared to her beauty everything around her looked so awful plain. She gave out a complete distinct aura such as the mythical princess on the altar. She holds her shoulder with pride and her back seemed so cold such as ice. Even though her beauty was beyond imagination but her grief was even greater than that. The wind was blowing whispered a sad song and out of the blue, the sky was pouring with rain. It seemed like even the nature could felt her sorrow and was mourning for her pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My mind was full with her image that I did not even realize when it started to rain. I just stood there staring at the direction she went when someone from behind bumped into me and I fell to the ground on my knees. It was raining; moreover I was on a bridge, so it would be normal if someone accidently knock me down since I was blocking the way. There were no hard feelings in my heart although he wasn’t even stop to apologize. Though, what I wouldn’t expect was that gorgeous man to offer his hand to me. Now that he was exactly in front of my eyes, with me kneeling on the ground, he looked much more like a dark knight that came to save my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was hesitated to take his hand but then he smiled and with his deep voice he said to me: ma’am you are going to catch a cold if you just continue to sit there. My heart jumped as I saw his dazzling smile and my mind went completely blank. Without my noticed my hand had moved on its own reached for his. He walked me across the bridge and led me to a small coffee shop. I thought that we were going to have a couple cups of tea together but to my disappointment he leaved me on the doorway: I have to go now because I am a busy man. However before he went, he gave me one of the red roses and such as he could read what on my mind he said: My name is Zack. 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Unlike anyone else, rushing for the day, she was standing there patiently. Her beautiful face was emotionless such as the unwavering water, but it was neither calms nor sad. I looked at her searching for any possible reason why she was alone and then our eyes met. Her deep hazel eyes mesmerized me and for a minute I just looked at her like an idiot. Before I could utter even a word, she turned her gaze and walked away. She walked so gracefully that if I was half-asleep I could have believed that she was dancing in the thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;Not long after she was gone, I saw a man came and stopped exactly at the same spot. A gorgeous man that could make a woman’s heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;He was wearing a black suit with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. With a sad expression he looked up into the blue sky and muttering something to himself. I could tell that he was crying in his heart. He looked terribly sad until it made me want to touch him. It made me want to embrace him, trying to comfort him but suddenly I felt a sharp gaze from behind. When I turned my back I saw that pretty woman was there staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;However unlike before, her eyes were filled with anger and I could felt such as her hands were at my throat strangling my neck. For a moment, I was grateful for the distance that separated us. Then, to my astonishment, she shed the most beautiful tears I ever seen, full with sadness and indescribable feelings. My heart was torn apart and for that moment I believed that I would give her my life if she asked me for it. Once again she turned her back on me and disappeared into the crowd. To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/469689508623500688-597267057651452461?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I fell in love with this British series ever since it was aired on TV3.Since then, I have been following the latest news, gossips and the upcoming projects related to this brilliant series. This drama is a work of fiction based on the famous legend of Prince Arthur. The reason that I like this series so much is because its themes consist of all my favorite aspects about life: romance, prince, drama, adventure, magic, witch and Colin Morgan. Alright guys! I admit that I’m totally insane for ignoring the gorgeous Bradley James, creature of the light, but I'm completely into Merlin. I think that Colin Morgan had done a great job in portraying the pure-hearted, reliable, cunning, and slightly childish Merlin. I just love the idea of a superhero that did good deeds behind the scene without expecting any rewards or compliments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;Merlin is a magician who arrives at the city of Camelot, after his mother arranges for him to become an apprentice of Gaius, the local physician. He discovers that the king, Uther Pendragon has outlawed magic and has imprisoned the last dragon deep under the city. The dragon informs Merlin that he has an important destiny to protect Uther's son, Arthur, who will bring forth a great Kingdom. When he meets Arthur for the first time he believes that he is arrogant and Arthur views Merlin as subservient, as Merlin has to keep his magic a secret or face execution at the hands of Uther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;. (Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;The strength of this drama other than humor is the relationship between Merlin and Arthur. The bond between them is stronger than real brothers and thicker than blood. It was written in the heaven that both of them shall share the same glorious dream and destiny. Back to back, they had fought countless of battles together. Without Merlin there is no Arthur and if not because of Arthur, Merlin is nothing. Despite the contrast in their social status, Arthur and Merlin share a lot of common traits: Bravery, Loyalty, Pride and Dignity. Good qualities that are lacking in nowadays teens. Honestly, I am really anxious about the Arthur reactions when he learns that Merlin is a sorcerer. Is he going to turn into a cold-hearted person, throwing their years of friendship away, and executes his first and only best friend? It is very interesting how the situation might turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white; mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;Other than that, another question that really intrigued me is who is going to be Merlin’s woman? Okay that is a super tough question. Up until now, there is not even a slightest clue regarding Merlin’s romance life. At first, I thought that Morgana is the most possible candidate as a Merlin’s lover but she turn out to be a dangerous damn witch who going to be his greatest enemy. What a waste for such a lovely girl to be consumed by evil and hatred. Open your eyes Morgana, Merlin is a wizard as well so you are not alone in this world. Please don’t hate Merlin because he was crying when he poisoned you and he did not do it on purpose. He had no other choice and to hurt someone that he hold so dearly, couldn’t you imagine how great pain he in? Merlin is crying Morgana! Merlin is crying silently. Oh my, without my notice, it turns out to be another article about love even though I remind myself so hard at the beginning to not write something emotional. 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It makes me feel unsecure and anxious every time. Thinking of what the future might hold gives me a distinct sense of déjà vu as such as looking up into the blue sky. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;ocean color calms my heart but the distant unchanging sky makes me afraid. A lot of questions pop-up into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;“Are we finally going to be alone someday?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;“Is there anyone waiting for me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;“If I die today, are you going to cry for me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;The fact that the sun still going to rise tomorrow even if I no longer in this world is making me sad. However, what makes me ashamed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;angry  is my enormous greed.&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/469689508623500688-5135822632016518828?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was running out of time as the big event was going to be held on that night. As I wandered looking for my charming prince, an enormous ship appeared out from the misty air out of the blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guess who....Captain Hook..huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quickly I hid behind a shady tree and waited for the gigantic ship sailed away. It was a great relief as the haunted ship dissapeared from my sight. However, as I ready to continued my mission, as I turned back, suddenly here he was. Straight in front of my eyes, stand a gorgeous Godlike creature. His deep blue navy eyes were calmed as the ocean made my heart thundered as if it going to leapt out of my mouth. With the most seductive voice he asked me, "ape ko buat kat sini". I really didn't know that Peter Pan can speak Malay but I don't care because he was the most perfect male species to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I could felt all eyes watching us as we walked down the aisle side by side and that night turned out just as like I wished. We danced gracefully along my favourite song and for the first time, I felt that God had really answered my prayer. Suddenly, I heard the bell rang and for that instant I knew that My Cinderella Story was going to end very soon. Ding..Ding..Ding, and my tears streaming down my check.However, before he dissapeared into the thin air, I could felt a light kiss on my forehead and his faint voice whispered" wake up sue, or you're going to be late for EALD class". Thanks Peterpan for woke me up this morning, and I figured out later that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ringing bell was actually my phone alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/469689508623500688-4373621227212169717?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It’s impossible to understand what’s going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;through a guy’s heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You told me that you wanted me and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;that I’ve given you everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;you tell me you’re leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You told me that it was the first time you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;felt this way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and said that I was special;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I believed you, and it was my happiness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You should have told me that your feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;had faded;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I had no idea and I continued to depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Although I say I hate you now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I’ll be missing you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;because I’m a girl, to whom love is everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;They say that when you give a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;all he wants, he quickly gets bored;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and now I know that’s the truth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and although I tell myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I never be tricked by love again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I fall in love, and my heart is broken again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Please don’t break the hearts of girls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;who’ll do anything for love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I didn’t know that living this life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;while being loved would be so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Today we broke up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You told me to meet someone better than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;and be happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You’re just like all the other guys;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;what happened to when you told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;that you loved me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Honestly, I don’t want you to be happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;what I’m going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;if you really forget about me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I’m in so much pain, more pain than I can bare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;because I’m still in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/469689508623500688-5296475767293333535?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What his name..oh is it suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...name. I bet you have forgot all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But if i asked you..your former class teacher in Form 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what your last birthday present from your dad before he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because people do appreciate what they have, only after they lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love your family while you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Come back to your home and tell your father you love him before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Grab your chances, make him proud. Don’t you realize how damn lucky you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to have people to remind you this..because i don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I only have 7 years ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wanie..5 years, and my youngest sister only got 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seriously, it's not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My perfect record card,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my glamorous graduation or even my life is always incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My pathetic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/469689508623500688-570692960262821744?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you believe it..we are going to act on a plot in one of our literature books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This will be hilarious fun..hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I cannot imagine how im going to play ancient half-sister's character. However, it is far much better than to become Matron. With mountainous bobs..oh, it is a real disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe amanie suits that character..lol.. i said MAYBE....or maybe not. No offences intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My group consists of 4 people, Ali,Ayadi=FatenCH, and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We had decided to choose the most interesting scene when Roald Dahl's nose nearly cut off from his face. Noseless little (ayadi) boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok guys..wish me luck.Chayok2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;mso-themecolor:background1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/469689508623500688-9157433820206857803?l=black9force.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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