<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:17:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geLa's stupid blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-115314605723141819</id><published>2006-07-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:20:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s gross!&lt;br /&gt;It’s damn gross I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;Cause if u try to be one, making use of me when in need only, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You are damn gross. It’s 100% grossness that I’ve never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up before the call is too late.&lt;br /&gt;Say that I’m a burden.&lt;br /&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me makes you feel like puking or wadsoever that how you phrase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I try to smile and patch things better up.&lt;br /&gt;And see?&lt;br /&gt;All I get is all this fucking shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don need a fucker like you.&lt;br /&gt;A fucker with a fucking attitude and fucking not waking up yet.&lt;br /&gt;All you guys know how to do is to say that people’s childish.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking wake up your bloody idea and THINK!&lt;br /&gt;Who’s who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring up so high to the ceiling when people wanna smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re some great shot huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;You’re just human too.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think so highly of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The more people you hate, the more others hates you.&lt;br /&gt;So bloody hell wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one is there to give you guys a wake up call anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you know how to do is to always say the word “fuck”&lt;br /&gt;You know what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;“FUCK YOU”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a burden?&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and lighter with one less burden huh???&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I’m better of without you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re one narrow guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god that I’m not with you.&lt;br /&gt;I thank everything for not being with you.&lt;br /&gt;I thank everyone for being my fren except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;I’d now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so grossed out now la!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I’m sorry about all the words above.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so gross and dirty now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-115314605723141819?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/115314605723141819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=115314605723141819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/115314605723141819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/115314605723141819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-gross-its-damn-gross-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114996174007721077</id><published>2006-06-11T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:49:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th June'2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;The standard Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;went to swim even though it's drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Same community. Except kenny. he went around for some monkey business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet sign up the photobucket thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so cant upload the pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;GL is so hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;He's noisily merry.&lt;br /&gt;Days won't be fun if it's not for him.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand him at times.&lt;br /&gt;cannot take it. he just does stupid actions la.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, that's what we all like about him&lt;br /&gt;All in all... just to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! PLS stop gaying with that pang. &lt;br /&gt;Susu will be jealous.!!!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling has been listening, to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Others are uncomparable to her.&lt;br /&gt;she's simply my all time fav.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing about her. she's likes to keep me in suspense :S argh....&lt;br /&gt;(gal. your blog cant be read. Pls check it or something. in case i don't remember to tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang the pingpongpiang.&lt;br /&gt;"eh. come on la. it's Pang_pankpingpong leh. donnoe don't anyhow say leh. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;"shuang ma !?!? &gt;.&lt;"  (His bloody favourite sentance now.)&lt;br /&gt;"Gela: eheh. shuang la!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!! omg!!&lt;br /&gt;u bloody woman... i know you will be reading this...&lt;br /&gt;STOP SAMPATING IN FRONT OF ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH!!! *falls away...&lt;br /&gt;there's definitely a time where you'll have an admirer...&lt;br /&gt;and if u do...&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me any questions aii right?&lt;br /&gt;cause i won't answer.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say....&lt;br /&gt;"SHUANG MA?!?! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To baby:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;searching high and low for me/ for wad is missing.&lt;br /&gt;i just love the sweetdoings with you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i said. you try to comply to it.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the place you bought me to.&lt;br /&gt;I understood every word you said.&lt;br /&gt;I could have just stood there with you all night.&lt;br /&gt;Longer. Only if there's a longer night.&lt;br /&gt;and a stagnant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing that how you made me blush and fluster.&lt;br /&gt;Making me never wanna say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing and taking in the every moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just simply love that you are giving me.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's difficult to make me love you.&lt;br /&gt;But you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said: "there's more to come"&lt;br /&gt;I say: "i'm looking to more of these nights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just about you and me)&lt;br /&gt;(i once told you. i'm indefatigable of you. remember??? :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia_pitipong:&lt;br /&gt;The unconditioned love people is pouring onto me.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself:&lt;br /&gt;"one must be generous with praises"&lt;br /&gt;"passionate love of share"&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing the less of negatives and more of the positives of others"&lt;br /&gt;"Be ready when you are suppose to"&lt;br /&gt;"small details are really important"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the times, some people just missed out the minor details, leading to them in missing out the big opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114996174007721077?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/114996174007721077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=114996174007721077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114996174007721077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114996174007721077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/06/9th-june2006_11.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114996170850127920</id><published>2006-06-11T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:48:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th June'2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;The standard Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;went to swim even though it's drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Same community. Except kenny. he went around for some monkey business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet sign up the photobucket thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so cant upload the pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;GL is so hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;He's noisily merry.&lt;br /&gt;Days won't be fun if it's not for him.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant stand him at times.&lt;br /&gt;cannot take it. he just does stupid actions la.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, that's what we all like about him&lt;br /&gt;All in all... just to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! PLS stop gaying with that pang. &lt;br /&gt;Susu will be jealous.!!!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling has been listening, to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Others are uncomparable to her.&lt;br /&gt;she's simply my all time fav.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing about her. she's likes to keep me in suspense :S argh....&lt;br /&gt;(gal. your blog cant be read. Pls check it or something. in case i don't remember to tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pang the pingpongpiang.&lt;br /&gt;"eh. come on la. it's Pang_pankpingpong leh. donnoe don't anyhow say leh. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;"shuang ma !?!? &gt;.&lt;"  (His bloody favourite sentance now.)&lt;br /&gt;"Gela: eheh. shuang la!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!! omg!!&lt;br /&gt;u bloody woman... i know you will be reading this...&lt;br /&gt;STOP SAMPATING IN FRONT OF ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH!!! *falls away...&lt;br /&gt;there's definitely a time where you'll have an admirer...&lt;br /&gt;and if u do...&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me any questions aii right?&lt;br /&gt;cause i won't answer.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say....&lt;br /&gt;"SHUANG MA?!?! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To baby:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;searching high and low for me/ for wad is missing.&lt;br /&gt;i just love the sweetdoings with you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i said. you try to comply to it.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the place you bought me to.&lt;br /&gt;I understood every word you said.&lt;br /&gt;I could have just stood there with you all night.&lt;br /&gt;Longer. Only if there's a longer night.&lt;br /&gt;and a stagnant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing that how you made me blush and fluster.&lt;br /&gt;Making me never wanna say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing and taking in the every moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just simply love that you are giving me.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's difficult to make me love you.&lt;br /&gt;But you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said: "there's more to come"&lt;br /&gt;I say: "i'm looking to more of these nights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just about you and me)&lt;br /&gt;(i once told you. i'm indefatigable of you. remember??? :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia_pitipong:&lt;br /&gt;The unconditioned love people is pouring onto me.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;I reminded myself:&lt;br /&gt;"one must be generous with praises"&lt;br /&gt;"passionate love of share"&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing the less of negatives and more of the positives of others"&lt;br /&gt;"Be ready when you are suppose to"&lt;br /&gt;"small details are really important"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the times, some people just missed out the minor details, leading to them in missing out the big opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114996170850127920?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/114996170850127920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=114996170850127920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114996170850127920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114996170850127920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/06/9th-june2006.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114977324331998703</id><published>2006-06-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:57:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;how much it is? i cant level.&lt;br /&gt;it just increases as days goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many a times i wanna hold you close and hug you tight.&lt;br /&gt;whispering words into your ears.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you through the dark night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant...&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna try it out.&lt;br /&gt;about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want history to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;friends are my everything.&lt;br /&gt;you are my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better to be short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;rather than waiting, getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;aimlessly waiting. &lt;br /&gt;aimlessly thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't...&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have the courage again to pick it all up.&lt;br /&gt;i might not have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of histories.&lt;br /&gt;i hate histories.&lt;br /&gt;it just make me flood with tears, if histories were to repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;after so long you are still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved on in my life with beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;you brought me along with you.&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna see you everyminute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear to let history repeat and hurt you once again.&lt;br /&gt;leaving you in a state of sorrows and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither do i want to drag you, myself and freinds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i'll be able to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'll just stand somewhere away just looking at you... someday)&lt;br /&gt;(but one thing that i can decide...&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being part of my life and thank you for loving me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANIEL BEDINGFIELD &lt;br /&gt;"If you're not the one" &lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? &lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? &lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call &lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now &lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed? &lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head? &lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life? &lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away &lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true &lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with &lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with &lt;br /&gt;And I pray in you're the one I build my home with &lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away &lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today &lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right &lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;And know my heart is by your side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, Gela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114977324331998703?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/114977324331998703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=114977324331998703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114977324331998703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114977324331998703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114959647824171060</id><published>2006-06-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:21:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To yesterday's history:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy. i'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;had a talked with them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and we all decided to put all to an end.&lt;br /&gt;as in all the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;though it all takes time, i promise no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;contridict, but i felt better after all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you. for all the misunderstandings. though it all came a little too late. but xuan. thank you and jo thank you too.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;pretty life.&lt;br /&gt;pretty people.&lt;br /&gt;pretty smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend told me: "always look on the bright side of life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To present today:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;06/06/06&lt;br /&gt;how cool!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POO lab today.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms..&lt;br /&gt;line tracing is really boring. and am damn slow with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in comment.&lt;br /&gt;only that...&lt;br /&gt;*whenever i see him, i smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To future tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;i just need them.&lt;br /&gt;i just need you.&lt;br /&gt;i just want me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed off, pitipong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114959647824171060?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114942890506293426</id><published>2006-06-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:48:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times she just doesnt understand that this is the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;she's old, i understand. mindset with the oldeeen doings i understanding.&lt;br /&gt;what i ask of her is to stop comparing others and me when i tried so hard to do everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i buy her snacks, i do whatever she says.&lt;br /&gt;i love her. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes when she gets too bored and got nothing to do. she nags and finds somethings to fight with me.&lt;br /&gt;fark it!&lt;br /&gt;she says that i travel and buy all of my own things.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even buy her any.&lt;br /&gt;fark it!&lt;br /&gt;i bought like so much food can?&lt;br /&gt;like a $80 of food can???&lt;br /&gt;and not enough?&lt;br /&gt;what can i buy her?&lt;br /&gt;my sister bought her earrings, she dont appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;how on earth am i suppose to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess she just doesnt appreciate somethings u do for her.&lt;br /&gt;she'd so damn nice at times. but argh.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she drivs me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;especially these daes.&lt;br /&gt;donnoe wad's up with her la.&lt;br /&gt;say if she hospitalised. everyone will be afraid of sending her in. cause of $$$&lt;br /&gt;come on loh. who would abandon her.&lt;br /&gt;i got patiences limit too...&lt;br /&gt;i need to explain at leat 4 times for everything i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i dont speak. she nags.&lt;br /&gt;when i do in a unsettled tone. she nags too..&lt;br /&gt;saying i got no patience.&lt;br /&gt;wtf!&lt;br /&gt;i'm running out of patience these daes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used to be like that before grandpapa passed away.&lt;br /&gt;then after he pased away.&lt;br /&gt;she's really good.&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;i guess.. back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare. saying i'm not good. saying i'm this and that.&lt;br /&gt;just shut it up if u don appreciate me!&lt;br /&gt;stop coming in and out of my room to nag.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll start screaming.&lt;br /&gt;dont try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:&lt;br /&gt;i was just pissed.&lt;br /&gt;much better now.&lt;br /&gt;just needa complain.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be gd.&lt;br /&gt;just by not answering back.&lt;br /&gt;tat's it.&lt;br /&gt;tat's tat.&lt;br /&gt;leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a pretty day w/o complications.&lt;br /&gt;and she just had to make my day bad.&lt;br /&gt;it's been daes since she's like tat.&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114942890506293426?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-114935552561475802</id><published>2006-06-04T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:25:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;went IMM yesterday. as usual. same group of people.&lt;br /&gt;Yaling,guanling,pang,kenny and me!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;bought darling a daisy.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna get this darling of mine to smile.&lt;br /&gt;and indeed. she did.!&lt;br /&gt;so sweetie sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much i love her.&lt;br /&gt;just the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and work.&lt;br /&gt;it's wad i get from them.&lt;br /&gt;i never get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;especially my new best friend kenny.&lt;br /&gt;especially my daling and guann lingggg.&lt;br /&gt;especially my old friend pang&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;especially him mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guann linggg the clown.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn cute i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine life without his laughter and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;just looking at his face makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and he likes to mimic my laughter. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;funny friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i wont doubt him about anything.&lt;br /&gt;cause he makes me believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To mt:&lt;/strong&gt;though i don spend as much time with u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but still... we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To zhen and fung:&lt;/strong&gt;pls let me see you gals soon!&lt;br /&gt;catchie catch catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To mel,sam,nic:&lt;/strong&gt;pretty ladies pls stand up.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna zouk! and losta coffee!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Today:&lt;/strong&gt;swim.tan.laughter.jokers.food.&lt;br /&gt;it's all i need everyweek.&lt;br /&gt;the medicine to destress.&lt;br /&gt;the new slacking place.&lt;br /&gt;and the new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving it.. yea yea...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:&lt;br /&gt;pang and i had a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;"The story about friends":&lt;br /&gt;that 8 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;holding arms, down town.&lt;br /&gt;frens of guys and gals.&lt;br /&gt;happily entrusting.&lt;br /&gt;just genuine friendship.&lt;br /&gt;talking about latest gossips.&lt;br /&gt;talking about life.&lt;br /&gt;talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;the differences.&lt;br /&gt;the weird bonds that holds us still...&lt;br /&gt;it's all just about my perfect friend.&lt;br /&gt;PANGIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Tonight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met new best friend (kenny)and ate at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;the makansutra. (is tat how u spell it??)&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;it's gd i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;the food there. yums!&lt;br /&gt;the rotijohn,fried rice,and the black noodle (i donnoe wad's that called)&lt;br /&gt;it's good!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;walking along the river after donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;noticing the bits of changes in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;sat along.chat real long.&lt;br /&gt;baby, tell me about this.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i like about it.&lt;br /&gt;sat all long. chat real long.&lt;br /&gt;chat till someday when we're old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To bedtime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning in.&lt;br /&gt;you too!&lt;br /&gt;whoever's reading this&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Love, me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114935552561475802?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/114935552561475802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=114935552561475802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114935552561475802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114935552561475802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-yesterdaywent-imm-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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hates and no lies to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life now and i want it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;the friends that i adore. they simply made me whole.&lt;br /&gt;They shower me with plenty of love that i hadn't receive for long.&lt;br /&gt;I thank them.&lt;br /&gt;They made me moved on...&lt;br /&gt;They made me move on....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. i experience more!&lt;br /&gt;things tat i had nv really done before.&lt;br /&gt;They make me excel in almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thank them.&lt;br /&gt;3 hims and 1 her.&lt;br /&gt;without them, my life seemed incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see them everyday and every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 more new friend!&lt;br /&gt;The pig and the tig!&lt;br /&gt;the pink and the yellow&lt;br /&gt;:) thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;please bless grandma from where you are.&lt;br /&gt;make her healthy, make her strong.&lt;br /&gt;For i don wanna lose another one like you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlings: you know who you guys are. i love you too...&lt;br /&gt;*kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-114916979875444315?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/114916979875444315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=114916979875444315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114916979875444315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/114916979875444315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-used-to-be-what-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgeLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13625967551397000168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-113864140589157716</id><published>2006-01-31T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:20:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in life, people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;new people come and the old one goes.&lt;br /&gt;u tired to do everything u could, but fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;families, friends. they should be the one making me smile.&lt;br /&gt;but they failed therir mission.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't bring smile to me, rather than,they brought pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain that hurt and can nv be forgotten and forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are there when in need. but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder, it might be so much better if there's no angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angela has frenz, but still, she feels like she's got no pillar.&lt;br /&gt;no one to relie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-113864140589157716?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com/feeds/113864140589157716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784325&amp;postID=113864140589157716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784325/posts/default/113864140589157716'/><link rel='self' 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reason out with mummy saying tat i just turned 18! and u noe. *blasting music, drinks, friends is all i need. i can't even go for once out of so many times this month.&lt;br /&gt;i told her i'm not afraid, though i experienced something different this time but No means no.!&lt;br /&gt;wad can i say if she says no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just be homeless if i insisted on going outta club.&lt;br /&gt;and life's screwed up, all responsibilities, it's so tight to even breath.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed. with myself and whoever tat's gonna make me scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch and all... it's messy,and complicated.&lt;br /&gt;all the tight scheadules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad's happening man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-112427103069030338?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784325.post-110649481746313919</id><published>2005-01-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:40:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If u ever walk pass me...&lt;br /&gt;Please slow down ur pace and let me noe u better..&lt;br /&gt;So tat i can treasure you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not arrogant, neither would i gobble u up...&lt;br /&gt;Just let me noe u better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u think u're just a "hi","bye" fren to me,&lt;br /&gt;No...Please slow down ur pace and let me noe u better...&lt;br /&gt;So that i can treasure u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how i regretted not spending quality time with grandpapa...&lt;br /&gt;I treasured him...&lt;br /&gt;[actually i don really noe wad's the real defination of treasure? can anyone tell me specifically?]&lt;br /&gt;But...i realised tat i didn't spend enough quality time with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time someone so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Someone i see everyday&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish he's still sitting on his wooden chair everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for everyone to be home for dinner at his place,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to open the gate for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half his life...&lt;br /&gt;He's been waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited for his kids to grow up&lt;br /&gt;He waited for the next generation, his grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;He waited for time to pass, to pick me up frm sch when i was young...&lt;br /&gt;He waited..&lt;br /&gt;For years..&lt;br /&gt;For so many things..&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;Finally he don have to wait aymore&lt;br /&gt;His illness sufferings...&lt;br /&gt;Ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad...&lt;br /&gt;but mummy says it might not be so bad after all for him&lt;br /&gt;B'coz tati'' help him ease his sufferings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;That he's there everyday to open the gates for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last regret is that i nv get to see him for the last time and tell him i love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non of us did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He see non of us at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILU granpapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mummy said once again...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps grandpapa wants to end all the waitings earlier too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;i don have the whole world's time...&lt;br /&gt;But i'll try...&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to spend every min and sec of my life thinking and missing the ppl ard me...&lt;br /&gt;Spending every sec with anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Please don pass me by...&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you...&lt;br /&gt;i hope u'll love me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking of someone*&lt;br /&gt;*someone tat i don wanna let go, but i did it, coz it's unfair to him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ staring at the walls ]&lt;br /&gt;[ creating his image myself ]&lt;br /&gt;[ imagine him doing his daily routin ]&lt;br /&gt;[ imagine him smiling ]&lt;br /&gt;[ Am i insane? ]&lt;br /&gt;[ no ]&lt;br /&gt;[ i think i'm just not used to not having him around ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784325-110649481746313919?l=angelia_pitipong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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