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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQHs8eyp7ImA9WhRWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843908316904233925</id><updated>2011-12-31T04:42:01.573+08:00</updated><category term="♥ What's That? ♥" /><category term="♥ Friends.Love ♥" /><category term="♥ BeenThere.DoneThat ♥" /><category term="♥ LoveForThought  ♥" /><category term="♥ LaughOutLove ♥" /><category term="♥ Tricks n' Tips ♥" /><category term="♥ Max n' Me ♥" /><category term="♥ JustSayin' ♥" /><category term="♥ ShawtStuffs ♥" /><title>Bittersweet taste of LOVE, is like a cup of TEA</title><subtitle type="html">When in Love, it feels like being on an emotion-roller-coaster ride, sometimes we're up and in times we're down. Just like a cup of tea, fragrant and rich, yet bittersweet. It is a choice of looking past the bitterness and taste the sweetness of the flavorful ♥ LOVE ♥</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candesse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://candesse.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843908316904233925/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Candesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nFDVLBkXl0/S8rXPGkS37I/AAAAAAAAANc/BC1OljuH4Os/S220/charm018.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/QZNq" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qznq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERH07eSp7ImA9WhRXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843908316904233925.post-2483502429587728462</id><published>2011-12-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:36:45.301+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-22T12:36:45.301+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="♥ LoveForThought  ♥" /><title>Will you spend your life with someone you don't love?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Someone once said, once you pass a certain age, you would prefer to be with someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"YOU DON'T HATE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Another certain someone said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"I am looking for someone who can complement me in my life. When I do something, she can complement me, make it better. If I don't do something, she is able to do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;They are not wrong, they are being realistic. I admire them for that. Call me childish. Call me naive. However, I just can't see myself being with someone for material things/goals or stability in life. Would a person be really happy, if they had to spend their life with someone they don't love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Some will say that, as time passes by, one will fall in love with another if they are always together. That love will grow on you. Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;But what if before you fall in love with the person you don't hate, you met someone that you really love? What happens then? Aren't you indirectly using someone for your own goal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Isn't it a little selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Then again, someone asked me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what is love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I can't define love, it is something that has to be felt, experienced. But, one thing is for sure, when you love someone, it is because of who the person is, not what he/she has. And love is definitely not the absence of hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;The question here is, will you spend the rest of your life with someone you don't love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"I was with this guy for more than a year. I loved him, but he cheated on me more than once. It was because he was insecure and needed recognition all the time. Finally, it was too much to take, so I ended it with him. But even after that, I still loved him. Even now. I'm not an ugly person, I think I look better than average. And there are guys who went after me. But I still couldn't forget him. I went out with a few guys, went partying and got drunk, and there was a guy who was really sweet to me. We went out for a while but I had to end it because... You know? I couldn't forget my ex, and that guy ended being very hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What that girl had to go through with her cheating ex is really sad. But there is no excuse to use another person. Don't get me wrong, that girl is very nice and she admitted what she did was wrong. She tried to make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you choose to be with a person for the wrong reasons, not only you are running away from your problems, you are hurting another individual with your actions.&amp;nbsp;At the same time, you do not realise that you are hurting yourself too. The past will haunt you, everything you do with that rebound will remind you of him/her. And the pain would always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The only way to recover from previous relationship is to cry it out. Take all the time you need. Do the things you love. Go out with your friends. Splurge on yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heal your heart. And when you are finally ready, you will be able to love freely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"I don't want money, money... If I can't have love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which would you rather have? Money? Or Love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For me, the choice is obvious ain't it? Because, you can work your whole life, earn all the money in the world. But, once you let her/him slip away, you may not get her/him back regardless of how much you have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Money can't buy true love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zKRGkqw2qKj7II1TmW7jfmm8Y7Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zKRGkqw2qKj7II1TmW7jfmm8Y7Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QZNq/~4/onqC9xYUfG0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://candesse.blogspot.com/feeds/4734673824358993755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://candesse.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-vs-love.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843908316904233925/posts/default/4734673824358993755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843908316904233925/posts/default/4734673824358993755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QZNq/~3/onqC9xYUfG0/money-vs-love.html" title="Money vs Love" /><author><name>Candesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nFDVLBkXl0/S8rXPGkS37I/AAAAAAAAANc/BC1OljuH4Os/S220/charm018.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://candesse.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-vs-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNQns5eyp7ImA9WhdaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843908316904233925.post-7622604256669933923</id><published>2011-10-28T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:58:13.523+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T23:58:13.523+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="♥ LoveForThought  ♥" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="♥ ShawtStuffs ♥" /><title>Wish You Were Here</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He was a boy with big dreams and ambition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now he is a money-oriented man who forgot his dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I fell in love with that boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and out of love with that man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reality and materialism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; outweighs LOVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, everyone has to wake up sometime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Still, I wished that boy was still here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/VT1-sitWRtY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VT1-sitWRtY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VT1-sitWRtY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can be tough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can be strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But with you, it's not like that at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who gives a shit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;behind this wall&lt;br /&gt;
You've just walked through it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I remember all those crazy things you said&lt;br /&gt;
You left them running through my head&lt;br /&gt;
You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
But right now I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
All those crazy things we did&lt;br /&gt;
Didn't think about it, just went with it&lt;br /&gt;
You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
But right now I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love the way you are&lt;br /&gt;
It's who I am, don't have to try hard&lt;br /&gt;
We always say, say like it is&lt;br /&gt;
And the truth is that I really miss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All those crazy things you said&lt;br /&gt;
You left them running through my head&lt;br /&gt;
You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
But right now I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
All those crazy things we did&lt;br /&gt;
Didn't think about it, just went with it&lt;br /&gt;
You're always there, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
But right now I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;
No, I don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;
That I never wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(let go let go let go let go)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;
That I never wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(let go let go let go let go let go let go let go)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here (I wish you were)&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn,&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
here, here, here&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, Damn, Damn&lt;br /&gt;
What I'd do to have you&lt;br /&gt;
near, near, near&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;For those of you who said that I am emo, here's a picture of me, emo-ing&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;↓&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Letting go of someone you LOVE is hard,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but holding on to someone who doesn't feel the same is harder"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Hence, there is no reason to "suddenly" fall out of love with someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;You are brave enough to let it go, when there is nothing left to hold on to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But when you love someone, there is no reason "why". You won't be able to notice how hard, or how fast you are falling for him/ her. That is why even though he may be a douche, or she may be a cheating whore, but you can't stop yourself from loving him/ her. And that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;- Love will find you when you least expects it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Hope everyone is well and happy- (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I guess most of you know this song. It is very touching and I have seen people posting this video on Facebook. But, I was surprised that many did not know the story behind the song. So, for those of you who did not know, here is the story:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Medina's fiancee met with a car accident 2 months before their wedding. She was brain damaged, and she was in a wheelchair (as seen on American Idol). If you have watched that season (Season 10 or Year 2011), he speaks of her with love regardless of her disabilities. That brings so much more meaning to the song (which he had written especially for her).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It is a simple song, yet you can feel so much love, so much sincerity in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Are Words - Chris Medina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;
Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;
Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;
How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;
If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are words&lt;br /&gt;
If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;
When you say them&lt;br /&gt;
What are words&lt;br /&gt;
If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;
Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;
When it's love&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;
Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;
They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;br /&gt;
And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;
Standing right beside her tonight&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;
I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are words&lt;br /&gt;
If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;
When you say them&lt;br /&gt;
What are words&lt;br /&gt;
If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;
Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;
When it's love&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;
Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;
They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;
Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;br /&gt;
Every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;
Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;
If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linoralow.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/chris_medina_girlfriend_juliana_ramos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://www.linoralow.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/chris_medina_girlfriend_juliana_ramos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Chris and Juliana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(before her accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovegurupakistan.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Love.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://lovegurupakistan.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Love.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;is not finding someone to live with, It's finding someone you can't live without.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even during any hardship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;will shine through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(as every story posted, duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;A friend of mine, let's call him, Joker. Had a huge fight with his girlfriend, resulting to a break-up. Girlfriend puts down her pride and apologises to him, asking for him to give their relationship another chance. Joker accepts. The next day, another argument came up. And Joker decides that he needs a break from all these arguments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(emphasis on "&lt;b&gt;a break from all these arguments&lt;/b&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Joker persuades girlfriend to pursue a degree while having a break from each other, assuring her that he won't be with another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;After a month, this Joker got together with &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When I asked him, he tried dismissing the topic by either avoiding or changing the topic. After another month, this Joker texted me, asking, "How to tell someone that you still love her?".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;How do you get her back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Answer :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; A whole lot of patience. Respecting her space and understanding her needs. She'll probably get you back for all the hurt and pain, drain your wallet, take up your time, but in the end, if she still loves you, she'll be back in your arms. Besides, you have swept her off her feet before. But it is going to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A WHOLE LOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;, and I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A WHOLE LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;of patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT UTTER BULLSHIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN MY HUMBLE OPINION&lt;/b&gt;, this sentence is to cheat the other party into believing that they will EVENTUALLY be together because of destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How many of you has let a person go, and got them back?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How many couples in the world has ever let a person go and after a few years apart, through destiny, meet again and then live happily ever after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Reality is, when you release a bird, you can expect that it will never come back. Agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I DO NOT BELIEVE in destiny, what I believe is that you have to go after what you wanted. You have to choose which path to take, you have to fight for it! NOT rely on whether or not it is "destiny".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you sit around and wait for a cow to shit gold bars for you because it is your destiny to be successful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And when you realised that all you ever picked up from that cow is just dung and not gold bars, you blame that it isn't your destiny to be a millionaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Rigggghhhhtttt..........."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why don't I believe in destiny?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Because I refuse to believe that God would ever create a murderer, for example. The person is a murderer for the choices he made, not because God made his destiny so. Understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The same applies for relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You don't just let it be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or as the Chinese saying goes,"顺其自然" (Go with the flow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, if you ever, EVER let a person go, it is YOUR choice to make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you refused to put in effort, to hold onto that special someone, or to fight for that someone, it is YOU to be blamed, NOT destiny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;True story &lt;/b&gt;: R let the only girl he loved, leave. And all he feels for about 3 years, is remorse. Because the girl, is going to marry someone else.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Good luck, R! That's all I can say...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Way to go with the flow!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; -please note the sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;If I said I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;suit you, I don't want you to wait and I don't want a relationship,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it means &lt;b&gt;I WILL NEVER BE WITH YOU!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It also means, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT WAIT FOR ME!!! I DO NOT WANT A RELATIONSHIP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO BE MORE THAN FRIENDS! EVER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How much more blunt do you want me to be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Honestly, til now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;though my pride doesn't allow me to admit&lt;/span&gt;, there's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;person who has my heart, I only have a heart and it belongs wholly and exclusively to some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; else.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;= Please understand that I respect you as a friend, and I do not want to insult or hurt you =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;= I'm sorry that you are hurting now, but it is better to be clear now than when the wounds gets deeper =&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meobreakingnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Olympic-Club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.meobreakingnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Olympic-Club.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scene 1 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy : "Hi, I'm Kelvin, I think you are &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; adorable! What's your name? Where are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;My response : "Hi" *points at both my friends and waves goodbye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tip :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Firstly, there are 2 guy friends standing there, and you didn't bother to introduce yourself to them FIRST!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Secondly, DO NOT refer me as &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; adorable, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; hate people who says that, you &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; numb-nut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Scene 2 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy :"Hi, are you left-handed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : *thinks... wtf?* "No!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy : "Well, I'm left-handed, that makes me special and you're not... Hi, I'm Alex, you are from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "Penang! *waves and smiles politely and points at friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy : "Oh, are they your friends? Why don't you introduce me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "This is Jim, this is BB"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy : *shakes hand with Jim and BB* "So, what's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "Cher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Guy : "With the S or C?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "With the C" *smiles and waves goodbye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tip :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WTH is wrong with you?! "I'm special and you're not"?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is that even a pick-up line?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, at least you had the courtesy to be-friend my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*urgh, I hate guys with the name "Alex"*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;*creep keeps dancing closer and closer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : *almost went behind the bar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Creep : "Don't be afraid of me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : *awkward smile and thinks, yeah, right, you creep* "I'm not used to strangers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Creep : "Where are your friends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "Toilet! They'll be back soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;*friend comes back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "These are my friends, kthxbai!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tip :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Firstly, you act like a creep, you didn't introduce yourself, and your first word is "Don't be afraid of me"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, right... creep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Scene 4 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bartender : "Hi, where are you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "Penang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bartender : "Batu Ferringhi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "No! It's more in the rural areas, outskirts, I don't think you know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bartender : "I'm from Perlis, I know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : *crappity crap! Busted! Changes topic* "So, you stay here now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bartender : "Yeah, for 2 years!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me : "Cool..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tip :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bartender was sweet, but please, do not ask where am I from, I am afraid of stalkers. Ask where do I school, ask if I enjoy the music, make small talks first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;On the side note : The bartender was nice enough to treat me a drink... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Each time a guy approaches me, my friends kept asking the same question, "Is that your friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Heck, no! But, here is an applause for dumb bravery. *claps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;P/S : If you are reading this, please do not fall for me, I do not want to hurt you again. I'm not ready for a relationship. I am so so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rawrrrrrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay... I'm over the rage phase and/or blaming him for everything... &lt;br /&gt;
I think(?) We are talking again, as friends though. Afterall, I am "THE BEST BABY". &lt;br /&gt;
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P/S : I'll try my best to be a good friend. Though I'm the "best baby", I really suck at the "friends" department. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843908316904233925-4509994933591531798?l=candesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just woke up from a dream. It felt surreal...&lt;br /&gt;
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It goes something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;
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I was asleep when he gave me a kiss on the cheek... And he is saying that he did miss me, but he is having the time of his life now... Getting drunk... Getting girls... Going to clubs... And he can start smoking again... Thanks to me, for leaving him...&lt;br /&gt;
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It feels like he was sarcastically blaming me, though.. =S.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, pathetic, huh? Still dreaming of him eventhough it ended. A guy recently asked me, "Are you still thinking of him?". &lt;br /&gt;
Well, of course I am, I spent 1/5 of my life with him. It'll probably take another year to forget. Or 4.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I remembered how much I liked looking at him while he was asleep. He looks really horrible... with a really horrible sleeping pose and drooling all over the pillowcase, or sometimes, my hair... And I always used that to make fun of him when he woke up. I remembered how much I liked the way his hair looks right out of the shower, or while swimming...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I remembered how I knew he was going to be angry before he got angry... and how much I liked understanding him more than he understood himself. What I didn't like was, he didn't or maybe couldn't understand me...&lt;br /&gt;
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There were so many memories of him. And I had never imagined spending my life with anyone else but him. Still couldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Though there were many bad memories I couldn't forget even if I wanted to(it is easier to forgive, but not forget), but he also left many happy memories... which are now... well, MEMORIES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♫&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Miss you so bad&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843908316904233925-3597708158324802079?l=candesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. Guy who usually say that is either &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;his girlfriend is ugly&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;his girlfriend don't freaking care about him &lt;/b&gt;except when he gives her money(she probably has a spare "ATM" elsewhere too)&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Guys who usually say that, will forget "bros" when he finally gets a girlfriend, or when his girlfriend actually has some time to entertain him. Guys like this, usually prefer to butt-kiss his girlfriend than hangout with "bros"(he'll probably lick her feet too). You won't be able to see his shadow when he's with his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, yeah! "Bros over Hoes" only apply with a clause;- when guy has no girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A relationship is already broken when one party stops trying. He admitted, he stopped trying. And I am tired of being the only one trying to adjust to the &lt;b&gt;CHANGES HE WANTED&lt;/b&gt;. Changes which he expects me to deal with without considering my feelings. His choice was very clear; FRIENDS COMES FIRST.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am learning to let go. My heart aches that there is no words to describe. Tears had already run dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I wish him all the best. I wish that he plays hard enough before having a new relationship because you will hurt the girl with your &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FALSE PROMISES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of the future. (It can be forgiven, but not forgotten) Though, a new relationship is always sweeter than maintaining an old one.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I still believe in love. I still believe there is someone out there who would really love me and place me above himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I hope everyone out there who is single, please believe that love will come your way and do not give up.&lt;br /&gt;
There is always someone for everyone. Look harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But... it is harder to pretend to NOT love someone when you do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I realised this is especially true when I tried forcing Max out of my life. I tried to blame all my frustrations in life on him. Only to realise that, he is everywhere I go. I can force him out of my life. But, I couldn't force him out of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone wants more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is a true story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Guy goes to work and occasionally finishes work around 7pm or 8pm, yet he never fails to accompany his girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;but... the girlfriend wants him to accompany her MORE!! How much more? I do not know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Story : Did not meet boyfriend for 5 months because he chose to go for holiday with his friends; TWICE! Because boyfriend wants to play MORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Guy brings girlfriend for sushi king 3 days in a row ($100+ each meal), buys a $1000+ handbag, frequently buys flower... but... the girlfriend says he rather spend money on his car rather than her... She wants MORE!! How much more? I do not know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Story : Occasionally, we go Dutch (a.k.a "AA" style). Occasionally, I pay. But I spend on him for his birthdays is MORE than what I spend on myself. Because neither of us are working yet. And because he is spending too much. NOT on me, but on himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; take things for granted... People always wants MORE!!!! Please wake up, silly girls. You don't know how lucky you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;people who ASSUMES that I am a pampered, bratty girlfriend because my boyfriend buys me everything I want, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE DOESN'T&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I buy my OWN clothes, my OWN shoes, my OWN gadgets with my puny allowances, can? Keep your mouth shut, if you know nuts!&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/4843908316904233925-7282898426039466449?l=candesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even as I typed, I do not feel upset or angry, or anything, for that matter. I didn't feel anything when Max promised to video call me but then went out for "Happy Hour" with his friends (which in the past, I would feel really disappointed). I don't know if I would feel anything even if I lost Max right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I had my hopes too high up. Maybe I had too much to expect. Maybe I felt too happy. Maybe I felt under-appreciated. Maybe being disappointed again and again makes a person numb. I don't know how I feel about Max. I don't know if I love him or that I am used to having him around (although he wasn't physically/literally around for these few years).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And since I couldn't feel love, I don't want to preach about love and/or relationships. I just need some time alone to figure out how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, at least Max could say, "Hello, my pretty lady" to his all female friends and I wouldn't mind. *shrugs*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843908316904233925-1699002058757441372?l=candesse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rg-Q7r1iuQ/TVbUz9ZUxrI/AAAAAAAAARU/r6XcvUuhKzc/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rg-Q7r1iuQ/TVbUz9ZUxrI/AAAAAAAAARU/r6XcvUuhKzc/s400/blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;500g minced pork chop (or according to how much&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;you want to eat, or just ask the selfish, I mean sell pork-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;er&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;?... how much is needed for two persons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;a can of button mushrooms (or other pricey button mushrooms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;oyster sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;corn flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1 egg (beaten) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;fuhhh...!! Sound like a cookbook&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;writer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;frozen fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Step 1 :&amp;nbsp;Marinating the pork:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put the following into a bowl :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;FINELY(if you do not like garlic, like me, make sure you chop&amp;nbsp;them finely until you can no longer see them unless you are using&amp;nbsp;a microscope) &lt;b&gt;chopped garlic&lt;/b&gt;- 1 clove,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chopped onions&lt;/b&gt;- approximately 1 hugeass onion size is enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;the &lt;b&gt;egg &lt;/b&gt;which was brutally beaten up by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;a tablespoon of cornflour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;a tablespoon of oyster sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;and mix with the pork... And leave it for few hours... Maybe 2? =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(Make sure the minced pork can stick together so that it will be in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1 piece when you fry it...If it is wet and soggy, add cornflour or add&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;more pork)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Step 2 : Frying the pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put butter into the frying pan (use slow fire, so that the butter&amp;nbsp;won't get burnt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Equally divide the amount of pork chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put half of the pork chop into the pan (make it stick together...either in a oblong shape like what you usually have in&amp;nbsp;restaurants or in a HEART SHAPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Fry the pork until BROWNISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 3 : Preparing sauce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put butter into the frying pan (use slow fire, so that the butter&amp;nbsp;won't get burnt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put thinly sliced button mushroom into pan (as thin as you&amp;nbsp;usually eat in restaurants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put SLICED onions (Previously, you are supposed to use &lt;br /&gt;
CHOPPED ONIONS. But for the sauce, use SLICED onions&amp;nbsp;- and the amount of onions is...whatever amount you like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mix a bowl of water with a teaspoon of cornflour and a tablespoon of oyster sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Once the button mushrooms are brownish, (I said BROWNISH,&amp;nbsp;NOT BLACKISH, ok?), pour the bowl of mixture consisting cornflour, water and oyster sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;If the sauce is not thick enough, add cornflour. If not salty enough,&amp;nbsp;put oyster sauce. If not enough sauce, add water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Side dishes : Fries &amp;amp; Broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;How to prepare broccoli :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(assuming I do not need to prepare "HOW TO FRY FRIES")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Boil broccoli until it is cook (which means it is in a nice bright &lt;br /&gt;
green colour and soft to chew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Take the broccoli out of the hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mix broccoli with butter while broccoli is still hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;SERVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put the fried pork on the plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pour sauce over pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put fries at the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Put broccoli at the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;SERVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXTRA STUFFS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Add a can of Campbell's Mushroom soup, and you'll have&amp;nbsp;another dish... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why can't I give exact quantities? - because I learn cooking by "Trial &amp;amp; Error", not by following recipe books... I add whatever I want and how much I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why do I use minced pork? &amp;nbsp;- because there is no tenderizing needed! Which means, less work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why put garlic &amp;amp; onions if I don't like it? - garlic &amp;amp; onions somehow is the best &amp;amp; cheapest way to make food smell nice... AND eliminate bad pork smell (especially if you bought an old pork from the dishonest sell pork-er)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why put oyster sauce? - because you can use oyster sauce in ANY other dishes... You can buy "Worcestershire sauce" or "Lea &amp;amp;Perrins" which smells a lot more fragrant, but if you RARELY cook, what's the point in buying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you been planning for V- day??&lt;br /&gt;
Where to celebrate... What to buy...?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, if you're in Selangor/ KL, I have a place to recommend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- The Pork Place-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Well, the name says it all... If you love pork, this place offers pork in most of its dishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Most of all, it is quiet... Where you can whisper sweet nothings in her ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(unless you have a noisy group of uncivilized pigs next to your table, to which I suggest you slaughter them and serve while piping hot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wouldn't recommend the "Pork Shoulder" because it costs RM45 and there is no fragrant smell, to which I suspect, they didn't marinate the pork... But if you're not a picky eater, the cream sauce which was served with the pork shoulder... smells &amp;amp; tastes gooood......(note the extra "oo"s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't recommend the "Katsu Ciabatta"(RM23) either... the cooking and preparation is waaaaayyyy too simple... A waste of &lt;s&gt;tastebuds &lt;/s&gt;time, I'd say...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the "Pork Belly spaghetti"(RM24) is a better choice... It might be a little pricey compared to other western restaurants, but it is very fragrant... Smells like... like... heaven... If, heaven have a smell... It'd probably smell like that...(I'm exaggerating... It does not taste like heaven, I do not know what heaven tastes like...but it is a fragrant taste of cream which will melt in your mouth) AND most importantly... they serve it with a generous amount of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;PORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apologies for the non- existent pictures... I have been downgraded from a lousy phone to a barely usable phone... and hence... no pictures... =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You'd just have to take my word for it... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The Pork Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;" is located at "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IOI boulevard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"... And MAYBE... after the meal, you can enjoy a mug of beer with her while listening to a band at "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The Palette, IOI boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;", located just BEHIND "The Pork Place"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;FML story: I am not celebrating V-day this year......... AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P/S : I promise to post a "Easy Lazy Pork Chop Recipe" on the 12th of February... Just in case you want to prepare something special for him/her instead... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fret not! If your boyfriend constantly tells you how alike you are with his mum, take it as a compliment... Because you are probably "The One" for him...&lt;br /&gt;
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The same goes for guys... If your girlfriend said you remind her of her dad, you are "The One" for her too...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the beginning, people usually choose someone who is totally opposite of what their parents are... Probably because of the rebellious nature that humans have...&lt;br /&gt;
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But, sooner or later, they will find comfort being with someone who resembles their parents, without realizing it consciously...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Basically, people always choose someone who resembles their parent because of the warmth and familiarity they grew in, I guess... People also prefer going places and/or meeting faces which they are familiar with... I guess this is also why daughter-in-laws and mother-in-laws generally don't get along, because they're too alike...?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I am speaking in general... Of course, there are people who choose their life partner differently...&lt;br /&gt;
But if he/she says that you remind him/her of his mum/her dad, it is something you should be happy about...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.........Be glad, and say, "Thanks, I love you too".........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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