<?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-35610732</id><updated>2012-01-03T02:33:07.094+08:00</updated><category term='w'/><title type='text'>clara!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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>1030</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8452068767350040192</id><published>2011-12-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:44:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19491373/tumblr_lw76duoyWR1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19491373/tumblr_lw76duoyWR1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8452068767350040192?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8452068767350040192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8452068767350040192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1888266333555683435</id><published>2011-12-14T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:15:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In desperation for friday and tuesday to arrive this instant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't take it, sometimes I feel this urge to be a bitch, to swear  about you as I speak,&lt;br /&gt;to say nasty things I would probably regret even for the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;This anger has become anti-suppressant, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to repeat my old ways, I'm not that sort of person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard, its been hard. You can't do this to me over and over again like its become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a routine. I am Your Friend, treat me like One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1888266333555683435?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1888266333555683435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1888266333555683435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-desperation-for-friday-and-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8006966691065330379</id><published>2011-12-13T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:39:10.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't say I'm lonely, but you left me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't wait for this year to end. Not that it is possible all troubles,&lt;br /&gt;sorrows and problems will destroy themselves, but I guess knowing it's a new year&lt;br /&gt;I tend to sense things will be different. It feels closer to a new beginning, closer to&lt;br /&gt;starting a new about everything. 2011 has become the old and soon over.&lt;br /&gt;2011 doesn't hold as much any longer, it has started to become memory than moment.&lt;br /&gt;so, 2012 please just be a better year, not only for myself  but everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8006966691065330379?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8006966691065330379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8006966691065330379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-say-im-lonely-but-you-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2638617680018964158</id><published>2011-12-12T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:27:37.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19180241/tumblr_lrggk6HHnP1qf5re5o1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19180241/tumblr_lrggk6HHnP1qf5re5o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19184207/tumblr_lw1mj4zj5R1qghb5to1_500_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 269px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19184207/tumblr_lw1mj4zj5R1qghb5to1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19204506/tumblr_lvxasyfv4A1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19204506/tumblr_lvxasyfv4A1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm so silly, truly silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, come back soon please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2638617680018964158?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2638617680018964158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2638617680018964158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-so-silly-truly-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2853914564564539785</id><published>2011-12-12T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:49:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True/False?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's monday again, another week again. &amp;amp; I don't feel like living till friday.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to slumber here, between my pillows, under my blanket, on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is where I belong, in slumber, asleep, in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing suspicion, whether this is real. Whether you are being real towards me, or you&lt;br /&gt;feel the obligation to because technically I tried a few times on my part. To relive this part&lt;br /&gt;of us, that could be over but I just wanted to stay and try. But I don't know whether at the end,&lt;br /&gt;would I feel worse and regret of starting this over again. I need assurance that this isn't&lt;br /&gt;some brutal lie waiting to erupt in my heart, I need to know and feel what's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2853914564564539785?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2853914564564539785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2853914564564539785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/truefalse.html' title='True/False?'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3103295833287245307</id><published>2011-12-08T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:05:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, where could I possibly find someone like you anywhere else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No where."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3103295833287245307?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3103295833287245307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3103295833287245307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-where-could-i-possibly-find-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-951846450056764461</id><published>2011-12-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:42:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In another life, I would make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-951846450056764461?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/951846450056764461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/951846450056764461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-another-life-i-would-make-you-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8144198411747442285</id><published>2011-12-04T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:00:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I go back to December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18721019/tumblr_lvmxqqMN851r1g7zlo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18721019/tumblr_lvmxqqMN851r1g7zlo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this year has passed so quickly. When I realized it was december, it gave me quite a&lt;br /&gt;shock. I feel as though, I didn't live up to 2011. Like it slipped through my fingers and I had&lt;br /&gt;no idea that it did. I can't exactly say I wasted most of my 2011 away, but I guess I can say&lt;br /&gt;I could have done better. Still, I can't be thankful enough for everyone who stood by me&lt;br /&gt;when I needed it the most or the least. I just hope 2012 would be better, and everything&lt;br /&gt;would be okay for once or even for awhile. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8144198411747442285?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8144198411747442285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8144198411747442285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-go-back-to-december.html' title='I go back to December'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-759404749788335873</id><published>2011-12-02T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:04:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your time - Cary Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you, more than anything. Right now, I can't think of anything else to say, because that's&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted to say weeks ago. The only reason why I could never bring myself to&lt;br /&gt;admit is because, saying something out loud just reminds me of how true it truly is. &amp;amp; In&lt;br /&gt;some ways it hurts me even more or it can become a relief. Our friendship dates a long way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back, what am I to pretend I'm fine without you in my life? I do need you as these couple of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weeks has taught me that. But I wouldn't know if this applies to you too, it's okay if it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't. I just need you to know, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-759404749788335873?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/759404749788335873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/759404749788335873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-your-time-cary-brothers.html' title='Take your time - Cary Brothers'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7199226673410941096</id><published>2011-11-30T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:19:30.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People tell me to "get over it" when they, themselves can't let go of certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't really see what right you have to ask me to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7199226673410941096?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7199226673410941096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7199226673410941096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/hate-it-when.html' title='Hate it when...'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1179602037855846935</id><published>2011-11-28T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:37:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was your heart on the line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been staring at her hair, hoping mine would (magically) transform&lt;br /&gt;similarly like her's. Haw O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lupo4ptDy21qcefaxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 527px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lupo4ptDy21qcefaxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so amazed by how unmotivated I've become. At the start of this 1/2 semester, I told&lt;br /&gt;myself I would make this 3.8 GPA come true. Wake up call to myself - It doesn't seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happening this time. I'm delaying work, restless and lazy. Triple doze of failure in me and I&lt;br /&gt;think it's loading up itself in myself. sigh What Am I doing? maybe it's the red sea, I don't&lt;br /&gt;know? I hope it is though, cause it's temporary. Just these two modules and it's holidays!&lt;br /&gt;come on come on, I can do thisss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1179602037855846935?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1179602037855846935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1179602037855846935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-was-your-heart-on-line.html' title='It was your heart on the line.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-9003294324195119808</id><published>2011-11-26T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:26:22.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin traurig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9rea4RuI1qgxmc6o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 462px; height: 625px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9rea4RuI1qgxmc6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staying up till 4am last night does serious things to your mind the next night.&lt;br /&gt;E.g.&lt;br /&gt;– You start being silly&lt;br /&gt;– You get irritated easily for no reason&lt;br /&gt;– You sense everyone is against you&lt;br /&gt;– You feel no one genuinely cares about you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Maybe this list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I was really glad to meet Althea Jessie Ben and Anzhen after quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;I had sumptuous korean food, especially love how they cook the beef! Also, simply walking &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;talking at the same time. I forgot to ask, has anyone noticed TANGS christmas decorations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their stunning! I never took a good look at it until Theodore told me to. The whole building&lt;br /&gt;is glowing and shimmering all at the same time. I really wonder how it would be like&lt;br /&gt;working as a christmas decor designer or for any occasion. Decorating a building is just a&lt;br /&gt;whole new different aspect, something no one really thinks of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shagged out and I want to continue Love &amp;amp; Other Drugs before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-9003294324195119808?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/9003294324195119808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/9003294324195119808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/ich-bin-traurig.html' title='Ich bin traurig'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7904776550709897121</id><published>2011-11-25T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:24:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run run ru ru ru run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I'm temporarily moody:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to make changes to my marketing report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love and Other Drugs is taking a little long to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My throat feels funny, in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All I think about is M&amp;amp;Ms &amp;amp; my awful GL interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le sigh&lt;/i&gt;. Confirm not gonna be a GL/get my M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7904776550709897121?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7904776550709897121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7904776550709897121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/run-run-ru-ru-ru-run.html' title='Run run ru ru ru run'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-5472373967145154452</id><published>2011-11-24T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:14:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be closer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntpx4N4yP1qc5cc5o1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 241px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntpx4N4yP1qc5cc5o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel like I've fallen back to square one,that scares me the most.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats thinking you've progressed when all along you've been jogging on the spot&lt;br /&gt;rather than running along. You thought you've done quite enough when it's no where near&lt;br /&gt;enough, you thought you had it all but find holes in between and soon, everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing some part of me has not moved forward is not only upsetting but horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;How could it stay? and why did it stay? That, I'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-5472373967145154452?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5472373967145154452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5472373967145154452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-closer.html' title='Be closer,'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8285522060660255668</id><published>2011-11-22T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:43:39.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purely Coincidental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17983046/tumblr_lomw7t3ZGJ1r089guo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17983046/tumblr_lomw7t3ZGJ1r089guo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please just know, I wished to have stayed and make it last a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8285522060660255668?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8285522060660255668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8285522060660255668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/purely-coincidental.html' title='Purely Coincidental'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3418386621615382365</id><published>2011-11-22T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:58:55.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17917682/tumblr_luoeq1BlXP1r1h7qbo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17917682/tumblr_luoeq1BlXP1r1h7qbo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17905490/tumblr_luv0w1Ay441r331teo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 300px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17905490/tumblr_luv0w1Ay441r331teo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17695226/tumblr_lt5zuz7oLo1r4im9so1_500_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 206px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17695226/tumblr_lt5zuz7oLo1r4im9so1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I finally understood what true love meant... love meant you care for another person's&lt;br /&gt;happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face may be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful story indeed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3418386621615382365?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3418386621615382365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3418386621615382365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4765171873677050797</id><published>2011-11-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:09:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrok4ejwbf1qgmjqio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 280px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrok4ejwbf1qgmjqio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I dreamt of a furniture departmental store. Colors of blue and yellow everywhere, it seems&lt;br /&gt;familiar. Then I remembered- IKEA. I was running around holding onto someone's hand.&lt;br /&gt;Too baffled by how big IKEA was in my dream, I didn't take any time to look at whose hand&lt;br /&gt;I was holding onto. Or maybe I already knew and I wanted to leave it that way for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally when I gave myself some time off, I looked at your face. Not at all surprised, rather&lt;br /&gt;it felt Right then. I giggled like a little girl, while you piggyback me around IKEA. Your arms&lt;br /&gt;felt assuring and your body felt warm. It was the Right place to be, I knew it. Whenever you&lt;br /&gt;went to close to the furniture you would make sure I knocked them down one by one, Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we sat on small stools playing 'house' with children. I looked at you while you teased &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;them, I thought- I couldn't be happier, I was close to tears until I woke up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4765171873677050797?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4765171873677050797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4765171873677050797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-dream.html' title='Just a dream.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7351781786041803217</id><published>2011-11-19T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:32:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu94ljA44C1qbb77eo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 294px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu94ljA44C1qbb77eo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My module of typography and layout has finally ended and on that day itself my flu miraculously&lt;br /&gt;got cured when I woke up, haha. Unfortunately, Public speaking came to an end as well. I&lt;br /&gt;felt disappointed I didn't fully express myself towards mrs Lucas when I had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my voice shake just by saying a few words and I couldn't bare looking right at her. But&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you so much mrs lucas, You've been one of the greatest wisest and kindest lecturer I've&lt;br /&gt;ever came across &amp;lt;3 I hope you have the most wonderful deserving trips to portugal next wed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm happy that I'm doing better. Sometimes I don't really know whether or not I want to see&lt;br /&gt;you knowing we're both at the same place at the same time but most of the time now, I&lt;br /&gt;realize I don't want to. I can't look at you the same way as I once did, cause seeing you shows&lt;br /&gt;me how damaged this whole thing is. It's so unrepairable that all I could do is just to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I've been 'sad' for far to long at my age. Its 18, I'm suppose to live off my youth while&lt;br /&gt;I still have it. Don't you want me to feel happier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7351781786041803217?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7351781786041803217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7351781786041803217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2621460536500458777</id><published>2011-11-14T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:20:52.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I didn't know what to tell you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17687097/tumblr_lulwebazmI1r08k0ao1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 323px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17687097/tumblr_lulwebazmI1r08k0ao1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17687770/38417758_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17687770/38417758_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17688512/tumblr_lumstiXIZg1r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17688512/tumblr_lumstiXIZg1r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17689507/tumblr_lulenaxrac1qfc7l9o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 329px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17689507/tumblr_lulenaxrac1qfc7l9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17689464/tumblr_lulyx358jl1qfdoeko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 327px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17689464/tumblr_lulyx358jl1qfdoeko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel on the verge to just... pick a fight with you.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it could solve everything right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2621460536500458777?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2621460536500458777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2621460536500458777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/maybe-i-didnt-know-what-to-tell-you.html' title='Maybe I didn&apos;t know what to tell you.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3683823694604015366</id><published>2011-11-13T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:20:14.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>–</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beat myself up whenever I find some flaw in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I try to surpress what I feel and think, try to remember that life has been good to me even&lt;br /&gt;though in my darkest moments I feel I'm being treated unfair from everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;let's face it, it is never fair. It is only balanced, during the moments when life treats us&lt;br /&gt;terribly its to balance the good they have given. It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so cautious of having another flaw, I feel I have enough at the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;It's like finding a strand of white hair in abundance of black hair. It reminds you that you're&lt;br /&gt;getting old and older. It's tough seeing yourself become something you'd never want to see.&lt;br /&gt;I never could tell myself I was good enough, because I'd find some fault in myself to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds ridiculous but it seems I've been growing that way, the only reason why people&lt;br /&gt;leave me is because I had that flaw.No one really tells you what it is you lack off&lt;br /&gt;or have something you shouldn't. They just leave and expect you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you end up wondering how serious that flaw is because they literally left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh this post is just getting worse and sad. I don't even know where I am going with this.&lt;br /&gt;but lets just say- I blame most of myself rather than other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3683823694604015366?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3683823694604015366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3683823694604015366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='–'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6494072752232233078</id><published>2011-11-08T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:35:50.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time - Semisonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lehorfc2v31qbb387o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 355px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lehorfc2v31qbb387o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu7ayeVvW71qfisj6o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 342px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu7ayeVvW71qfisj6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay, I don't exactly like cats, but I find them adorable, visually.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow or rather later today, I'll be spending three FREE hours in class and later say my three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;min speech for my public speaking class. I feel quite nervous though its 17hours away from now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm picturing or semi-experiencing how nerve racking it would be. I know the whole speech at&lt;br /&gt;the back of my head, but that's not the matter, what matter is if I blank out. I realize the tendency&lt;br /&gt;of it happening is increasing. Of course, I'm trying to discard the fact that I WON'T do that,&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T give a Lee Kuan Yew pause and try to get an applause, instead I'm going to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a steady and successfully articulated pace (Y) Well, all the best to me then and also my friends&lt;br /&gt;who happen to be starting their Alevels tomorrow. Gees I can't wait for them to be done actually,&lt;br /&gt;seems like such a long run that never seems to end. I'm glad november has arrived for them, its&lt;br /&gt;about time they've stopped studying anyway haha. &amp;amp; as for you, I wonder how you're doing,&lt;br /&gt;whether you're still caught up with _ problems. I just hope everything figures its way out&lt;br /&gt;somehow, because I think you've been through enough. Hmm alright time for bed, goodnight:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6494072752232233078?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6494072752232233078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6494072752232233078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/tomorrow-or-rather-later-today-ill-be.html' title='Closing Time - Semisonic'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4084434034235057735</id><published>2011-11-06T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:27:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltwxm6ZIV21qhyhkoo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltwxm6ZIV21qhyhkoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltmdjbW9aK1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 188px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltmdjbW9aK1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrt4403BrL1qau1wzo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 422px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrt4403BrL1qau1wzo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu645iMxN31qa9luho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;Would be&lt;br /&gt;Afraid&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Loose&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel I've lost a part of myself, sometime ago to someone like you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4084434034235057735?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4084434034235057735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4084434034235057735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-someone-would-be-afraid-to-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6484408605812056948</id><published>2011-11-04T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:59:36.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17163134/Favim.com-18001_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 373px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17163134/Favim.com-18001_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17116138/sleep-7msbvno7h-169160-460-650_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 650px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17116138/sleep-7msbvno7h-169160-460-650_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was my first time in tampine's IKEA, it was really big and stocked with shelves of home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appliances touching the ceiling. The place was wonderful, well lighted, it didn't smell like fresh&lt;br /&gt;plastic nor sawed wood rather it smelt just like flowers. We shared salmon, meatballs and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deserts for dinner (: Then we decided to walk around to have a better look around IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;I was drawn by the colors of red, white, gold and silver that it didn't take long for me to&lt;br /&gt;realize Christmas was on its way. I examined christmas lights and chandeliers, gift wrapping&lt;br /&gt;paper and printed napkins, everything looks beautiful. &amp;amp; with IKEA's fabulous lighting,&lt;br /&gt;everything Does look beautiful. (Or maybe I find everything to be art. haha)&lt;br /&gt;The most astounding thing was, when I saw all these beautiful things displayed in white metal&lt;br /&gt;containers and shelves, I thought of you. I don't know what it justifies but it just does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shame on me for even thinking of buying you a gift, but my mind seems to be Way ahead most&lt;br /&gt;of the time. I started feeling happy and sad all at the same time, it wasn't all that confusing&lt;br /&gt;but exhausting repeating this cycle again. I held onto a gift wrap paper and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Can you believe this, one year has gone by so fast."&lt;br /&gt;My friends smiled &amp;amp; looked forward to 2012, but I felt otherwise. Maybe to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I feel that when this year ends, next year would be entirely different. Next year, I wouldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know if I still have a place somewhere in your heart/mind, it doesn't matter where actually.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels you've quite forgotten I am still here,just... waiting around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what for, but I just am. I am here, always.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6484408605812056948?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6484408605812056948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6484408605812056948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1568118858160545048</id><published>2011-11-04T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:00:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It could be you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17090968/tumblr_ltru38A4uH1qf70r5o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17090968/tumblr_ltru38A4uH1qf70r5o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are someone I completely have no idea about, what you're like, who you are in general.&lt;br /&gt;But I find you well, rather adorable. Though you insulted my star, I forgave you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I did, but I knew I had once I came into the classroom today.&lt;br /&gt;This sounds rather silly actually. But I've long to feel this way again just a little less than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1568118858160545048?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1568118858160545048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1568118858160545048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-could-be-you.html' title='It could be you.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-5529171089360867052</id><published>2011-11-02T23:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:30:55.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I m_ss you."&lt;br /&gt;3 words that are being misused too often, that show too much affection yet not quite enough to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comprehend the way someone feels towards another (if it were entirely true)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe there are different levels to how much and how long a person has missed the other to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;categorize it's state of 'missing'. By definition, I have missed you probably more than usual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these days. Maybe because I know we're at the same place at different faculties surviving and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passing time in school like anyone else just that, you aren't "anyone" else that I've known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part, I've been meaning to say it but I couldn't quite get myself to. I guess I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;to know that I do and not hear it from me. It all sounds misleading, but there's always a slight&lt;br /&gt;difference between these things. You just have to understand them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel knowing is substancial enough and that this blog is evidential to my admittance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-5529171089360867052?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5529171089360867052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5529171089360867052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1523864082930269445</id><published>2011-11-01T23:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:43:43.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16994708/tumblr_ltz8xf0lZV1qacssno1_1280_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 185px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16993687/tumblr_ltxctg9XeF1qemmpgo1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I thought I was fine, felt fine, doing fine. Clearly I never was. Maybe I had reasons to be&lt;br /&gt;in denial, maybe I felt time adding weights on my back, maybe I just wanted to stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Or probably a bit of everything. Thing is, I still find myself tearing up inside but slower now.&lt;br /&gt;It becomes better after awhile, better in an adaptable sense. I guess when you're tired of&lt;br /&gt;fighting this long hard battle between your mind and heart, you tend to give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure which has surrendered, the fight is long and hard remember? So, I think what I&lt;br /&gt;could try to do is at least heal my wounds before another battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsyh9k7bkq1qd7j81o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 320px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsyh9k7bkq1qd7j81o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so my daisy stud didn't exactly poke through, so I changed it, exert some pressure on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new small diamond stud and it bled a little :-s why am I even saying this on the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is our impromptu speech test tomorrow. I'm very nervous about it,&lt;br /&gt;1. I tend to choke&lt;br /&gt;2. I mumble my words whenever I go to quickly&lt;br /&gt;3. Blank out&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ well, heading out to take photos with drew before that. Hope I get nice shots!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1523864082930269445?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1523864082930269445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1523864082930269445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/11/without-you.html' title='Without you,'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2992205755088362355</id><published>2011-10-31T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:53:43.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing, isnt it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16916897/tumblr_ltdu1nw70o1qzxhoso1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 432px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16916897/tumblr_ltdu1nw70o1qzxhoso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsp2m39d2I1qahxmso1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 685px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsp2m39d2I1qahxmso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's nice keeping them around, I play them through my mind almost everyday. I don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;misuse them when I'm alone, but only when I'm feeling a little more alive.&lt;br /&gt;They make me happy, and I'm sure they'd do the same for you too. Are you tired of them?&lt;br /&gt;Because I had never once felt any obligation to remember them, they are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; You too) Don't ever throw them away, keep them. Forever in your mind they'll stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2992205755088362355?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2992205755088362355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2992205755088362355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-amazing-isnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s amazing, isnt it?'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7650005219202601852</id><published>2011-10-30T12:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:19:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I've seen the way you look at him. Your face brightens like morning light,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shimmer in happiness &amp;amp; serenity,  your smile parades across your face instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; At that moment, I knew, you've fallen for him." -Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16877691/tumblr_ltp6mv4Qz51r44958o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16877691/tumblr_ltp6mv4Qz51r44958o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16879684/6156786713_caae0f25f1_z_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16879684/6156786713_caae0f25f1_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take a little time to &lt;b&gt;hold&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Before it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really fun, everyone was dressed up, taking photos and just partyin'.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my red sea had to participate halloween too :/ But I managed and still enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;myself (: Met spiderman elmo lady gaga IJ Boys priests mime slutty ... uhm people in general&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got to anticipate the amount of workload I left off from last night, sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Be back later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7650005219202601852?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7650005219202601852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7650005219202601852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-little-time-to-hold-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4294225607007353343</id><published>2011-10-29T01:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:56:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The point is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr8fb4YnNH1qjwiwko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 268px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr8fb4YnNH1qjwiwko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made several improvements today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My attention in class&lt;br /&gt;2. My heart&lt;br /&gt;3. My public speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I managed to write down notes that DID NOT appear on the powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't beat as fast anymore, the nervousness has gone, my cheeks don't flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I won the debate against my lecturers criticisms and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However:&lt;br /&gt;I felt disappointed in myself. Wondering how was I able to Allow myself to be treated this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way by someone else. How I've never stopped it once despite mentally protesting against it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; How pathetic I seem to be pleasing others before myself all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest now, my mind needs it as well. goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4294225607007353343?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4294225607007353343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4294225607007353343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/point-is.html' title='The point is...'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2269359370581656364</id><published>2011-10-28T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T01:02:02.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When has it ever been &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16693776/tumblr_ltkkesdGhK1qegcl7o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16693776/tumblr_ltkkesdGhK1qegcl7o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just finished my Assignment 1 which isn't my First homework I got by the way,&lt;br /&gt;I had another one before this, sigh. It's like before, working my life away. I almost forgot all&lt;br /&gt;the plans I made, even Halloween! I guess I'm going as cat woman like I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say it'd be the most realistic costume, BUT at least I'm dressed up haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll probably continue this tomorrow, goodnight Meow purpurpurrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2269359370581656364?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2269359370581656364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2269359370581656364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/purrr.html' title='Purrr'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-139272096821707890</id><published>2011-10-25T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:32:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16639714/girl%25252BPortrait%25252Bby%25252Bflorian%25252Bmeacci_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 640px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16639714/girl%25252BPortrait%25252Bby%25252Bflorian%25252Bmeacci_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16640676/tumblr_ltbemiOnmO1qlgjp8o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16640676/tumblr_ltbemiOnmO1qlgjp8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16640655/tumblr_lqom3dZjsI1qg2duto1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16640655/tumblr_lqom3dZjsI1qg2duto1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bun, for some reason, is never in the middle whenever I do this too^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltkngljcBr1qbukryo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 219px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltkngljcBr1qbukryo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you:-&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong. You know you Can pull through this because you Are better than this,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you Will be stronger after this is Over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-139272096821707890?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/139272096821707890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/139272096821707890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7473435401552346907</id><published>2011-10-24T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:38:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16512641/tumblr_lsdm1uRhPx1qzsvzoo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 487px; height: 700px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16512641/tumblr_lsdm1uRhPx1qzsvzoo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16539399/tumblr_ltbsy9kzuK1r257blo1_500_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 286px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16539399/tumblr_ltbsy9kzuK1r257blo1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16539301/tumblr_lt1ad4xNok1qelbi6o1_500_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16539301/tumblr_lt1ad4xNok1qelbi6o1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16547755/tumblr_lt9j10I2Pc1qgi77to1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 235px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16547755/tumblr_lt9j10I2Pc1qgi77to1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16551815/tumblr_lr164nHIVa1r1fd0eo1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16551815/tumblr_lr164nHIVa1r1fd0eo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16560302/302302_171331976286879_107036372716440_336331_1858560229_n_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 229px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16560302/302302_171331976286879_107036372716440_336331_1858560229_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16572657/a-field-guide-to-typestaches_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 666px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16572657/a-field-guide-to-typestaches_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-DAY 1 OF SCHOOL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school and first time I've been introduced to new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I don't only hear the ventilation working but my classmates talking. I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;know what to do if I knew my classmates were bunch of... silent designers. Also, I managed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get public speaking as my CDS with Joon, Zaidi, Amirah, Nidia and Gladys (-:&lt;br /&gt;School looked insanely crowded today, which made me feel nervous while entering school,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I felt my hangover coming back to nauseate me this morning, now I'm good though (Y)&lt;br /&gt;So, I also found out I have 5 exercises, 4 assignments, 1 group project. I've been given my first&lt;br /&gt;"homework" which is exercise 1 = 10 posters + 10 reflection on typeface. Wow... Wonder how's&lt;br /&gt;exercise 2,3,4 going to be like at this rate. I don't feel ready for this but I know I have to, just&lt;br /&gt;for that GPA 3.8 must must must do well this semester *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7473435401552346907?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7473435401552346907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7473435401552346907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-there.html' title='Hello there,'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4908270498574990945</id><published>2011-10-23T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:44:43.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt6945EMIS1r063x7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt6945EMIS1r063x7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teehee, season 2 is finally out :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq74a5Qq7k1qb6kd0o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq74a5Qq7k1qb6kd0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4908270498574990945?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4908270498574990945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4908270498574990945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/amazing-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3376891844855870200</id><published>2011-10-22T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T03:07:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16442190/tumblr_ltc4lqkOkj1r2nxf2o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 327px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16442190/tumblr_ltc4lqkOkj1r2nxf2o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If things are so complicated between us,&lt;br /&gt;then I don't think we're meant to be together."- Liam 90210&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;This is probably the most haunting statement&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you just cross my mind unexpectedly, all I could do is hope you're doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;That's my unconditional care that I'll always have for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3376891844855870200?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3376891844855870200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3376891844855870200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-things-are-so-complicated-between-us.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6914746749373426200</id><published>2011-10-21T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T03:47:04.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16389468/tumblr_lt9ropULuq1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16389468/tumblr_lt9ropULuq1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16389609/tumblr_lt9rikLUl11qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 269px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16389609/tumblr_lt9rikLUl11qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16392073/tumblr_lt9rdqVZMl1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16392073/tumblr_lt9rdqVZMl1qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6914746749373426200?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6914746749373426200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6914746749373426200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3440428727741957072</id><published>2011-10-19T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T02:40:12.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's worst right now,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming distant and unengaged around people or finding out there's a great&lt;br /&gt;possibility that I'm gonna end up in a new class. Must I live such a sad life?&lt;br /&gt;I pictured how first day of school would be like, hugging my classmates, strut into school&lt;br /&gt;with outfits we've planned to wear together and fooling around in class with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;That image suddenly disintegrates once I read my class's fb page, everyone posting up&lt;br /&gt;concerns about the timetable and slowly leading to cds which happens to be our first module.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so... heartbroken now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3440428727741957072?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3440428727741957072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3440428727741957072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-whats-worst-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6992115047530972269</id><published>2011-10-18T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T03:19:29.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16236529/tumblr_lt4oy0sEwZ1qdkufgo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 618px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16236529/tumblr_lt4oy0sEwZ1qdkufgo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16245894/tumblr_lsjzewAipP1qzk45oo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16245894/tumblr_lsjzewAipP1qzk45oo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought: Don't you dare give up on everything we had, no matter how insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;It happened and it matters to me, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6992115047530972269?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6992115047530972269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6992115047530972269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-my-exception.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2982340691698129590</id><published>2011-10-17T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:13:36.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsqjiwvmxm1qazzybo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 352px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsqjiwvmxm1qazzybo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2982340691698129590?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2982340691698129590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2982340691698129590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-5818745244976009399</id><published>2011-10-16T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:38:36.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16095440/tumblr_lsx54puAD01qcr64oo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 496px; height: 322px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16095440/tumblr_lsx54puAD01qcr64oo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote this long list of things we could do together,&lt;br /&gt;then I laughed at it thinking it's impossibilities are just too great.&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to name one here:&lt;br /&gt;1. When you graduate from flight school, I want to be the first to fly on the plane&lt;br /&gt;you're flying to somewhere we've both never been before and spend however long we want&lt;br /&gt;there, Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so great. It's probably the best I got on the list. Lqtm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-5818745244976009399?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5818745244976009399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5818745244976009399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-its-hard-to-follow-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4422109961329034402</id><published>2011-10-15T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T01:12:49.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please, whatever you do, don't give in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Munera's 18th birthday, pulled a prank just to get the cake out&lt;br /&gt;to surprise her, teehee. &amp;amp; It was my first time eating at seoul garden (Seriously), it was pretty&lt;br /&gt;good especially all the different types of seasoned chicken and pasta Yum! A day well spent but&lt;br /&gt;now I'm just pissed off with my mom. I hate it when people don't even Bother asking your&lt;br /&gt;permission to borrow or take your belongings. Especially if it concerns food because&lt;br /&gt;biologically speaking you only SHIT the food out, you can't return it once it's been eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for god sake, I use my allowance on everything I spend on Myself. &amp;amp; my allowance isn't much&lt;br /&gt;or does it come easy when I WORK for it. Urgh, I know it's just food, just buy it again~ But this&lt;br /&gt;has happened more than once, I'm sure I am entitled to be Angry or at least Annoyed? urghhhh&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's over. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4422109961329034402?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4422109961329034402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4422109961329034402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-whatever-you-do-dont-give-in.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1249609943831145281</id><published>2011-10-13T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:13:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black//White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsamohnRTq1qbukryo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsamohnRTq1qbukryo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lloj31pnKR1qax5zzo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lloj31pnKR1qax5zzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_low6ubQfc61qfc5mvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 686px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_low6ubQfc61qfc5mvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrc0sskzb11qgs6h0o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 364px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrc0sskzb11qgs6h0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsc10vhoXW1qgz67oo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 493px; height: 700px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsc10vhoXW1qgz67oo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk5ve8Rzj1qd5k8xo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 453px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsk5ve8Rzj1qd5k8xo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My maid seems very amused by my awkward napping positions.&lt;br /&gt;She says, I do not look like I'm napping at all. I seem very serene but still mindfully aware of&lt;br /&gt;my surroundings. But no, I'm sitting up, legs arched, neck bent to the side, asleep. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, although I stayed home just lying on the couch reading and having&lt;br /&gt;some ice cream, today went by pretty quick? tomorrow I'll be meeting my dearest ClareM&lt;br /&gt;in town and hopefully swing by my workplace (:&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remove this attachment I have with you. I can't feel emotionally disabled whenever&lt;br /&gt;you're not around, it isn't your obligation to be by my side too. I wish I had more drive in me&lt;br /&gt;to fight for you but everything is falling apart between us. We can't even communicate properly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel I can talk the same way I use to before, I want to, but I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It upsets me because I want to make everything better for you, this once so you could&lt;br /&gt;be happy again. We could be happy again where no expectations or complications existed.&lt;br /&gt;I really really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1249609943831145281?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1249609943831145281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1249609943831145281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-maid-seems-very-amused-by-my-awkward.html' title='Black//White'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2332286450337586038</id><published>2011-10-12T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:06:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llhr6iS3E91qbpwzeo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 62px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llhr6iS3E91qbpwzeo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnt383a5n11qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 264px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnt383a5n11qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15893001/tumblr_lss6evsiWB1qi3ab9o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 339px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15893001/tumblr_lss6evsiWB1qi3ab9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15936815/tumblr_lsuhz9Ehtw1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15936815/tumblr_lsuhz9Ehtw1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I care that's why I bothered to ask what was troubling you in the middle of the night. I was&lt;br /&gt;glad you wasted no time in telling me, and I felt I was part of something in your life then.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what that feels like? It feels amazingly satisfying. Like I've done something&lt;br /&gt;right for once, that I made the right decision to talk to you. But that doesn't last very long,&lt;br /&gt;until you decided to stop talking. Do I mean that little to you? Just because I cared&lt;br /&gt; enough to ask and you thought it was pointless talking to me further once everything&lt;br /&gt;is out of your chest? I don't deserve this, and how are you a better friend for doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2332286450337586038?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2332286450337586038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2332286450337586038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-believe-this-could-possibly.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8859977448758692217</id><published>2011-10-10T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:01:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheappp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14835093/draft_lens15867841module144563341photo_1294043786Dr_Martens_Floral_Boots_large.j" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14835093/draft_lens15867841module144563341photo_1294043786Dr_Martens_Floral_Boots_large.j" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dr martens that I want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today has been great despite me fainting in the toilet because of my piercing the&lt;br /&gt;previous night. I bought 3 books at $20, a top $10 and a f21 bracelet $7! I even managed&lt;br /&gt;to reserve my pair of Vans *squirms* I haven't exactly planned my whole week yet, but I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week shall be great like today (: Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8859977448758692217?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8859977448758692217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8859977448758692217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheappp.html' title='Cheappp'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-671577187252076867</id><published>2011-10-08T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:23:13.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today someone surprised me at work, it was B.w :')&lt;br /&gt;and when I asked him whether the piercing was working out for me&lt;br /&gt;he said I still looked pretty. &amp;amp; That probably reminded me of why I fell for him&lt;br /&gt;before. His sincerity, kindness &amp;amp; affections are unforgettable, I felt my cheeks warm up and felt&lt;br /&gt;shy by looking at him like when we were 15. Hahaha such good memories &amp;amp; I'll always have him&lt;br /&gt;in my heart. Okay I'm tired and in the mood to read&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-671577187252076867?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/671577187252076867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/671577187252076867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3762583286765155072</id><published>2011-10-07T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:44:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a....&lt;br /&gt;NOSE PIERCING AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is the change I need or at least part of it. Wonder whats next heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;In all, this is very exciting, even after piercing, even after seeing this (BLING) stud on my nose,&lt;br /&gt;it still feels so fresh of exhilaration &amp;amp; anxiousness. My mother however wasn't too keen on it but&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, she calmed down after some Xfactor therapy. &amp;amp; she's actually quite cool about it&lt;br /&gt;(YES!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I still had the cheek to actually think about asking you about piercing my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, things have changed and I can't do that anymore. Neither did you need to know&lt;br /&gt;anyway. But that's alright, you don't need this now. I just hope things start to brighten up for&lt;br /&gt;you soon and don't overwork yourself. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3762583286765155072?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3762583286765155072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3762583286765155072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/danggg.html' title='danggg'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1001814986883527073</id><published>2011-10-05T13:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:14:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I've been meaning to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never hurt you the way she did. I'm not saying I'm never going to&lt;br /&gt;hurt you in some point of time, but I would never hurt you or leave you&lt;br /&gt;the way she has. I'll never be able to do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1001814986883527073?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1001814986883527073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1001814986883527073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-need-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1279389961686507803</id><published>2011-10-04T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:55:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On rainy days like these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artobserved.com/artimages/2010/12/Steve-Martin-An-Object-of-Beauty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 518px;" src="http://artobserved.com/artimages/2010/12/Steve-Martin-An-Object-of-Beauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I would want to read next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgc63ogEtn1qahru3o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 137px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgc63ogEtn1qahru3o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I one/someday attempt to bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lshh2jGXrW1qdusdao1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 330px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lshh2jGXrW1qdusdao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what I do almost every day of my holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1279389961686507803?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1279389961686507803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1279389961686507803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-rainy-days-like-these.html' title='On rainy days like these..'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7657391075266512403</id><published>2011-10-04T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:19:40.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During work, I was complimented for my good service/waitressing(?) That made my day&lt;br /&gt;instantly, no one has ever said that. Mainly because I'm really blur and clumsy but at least&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a lazy bumbum. Apparently 3 of my colleagues got fired because they simply take&lt;br /&gt;Ages doing a simple task. So terrible~ &amp;amp; aside from that, Claudia and Priscilla came by.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciated it not because today's crowd was slow (its actually slow on every weekday,&lt;br /&gt;besides friday..) its cause no one really comes by anymore :( I thought everyone knew about EWF&lt;br /&gt;besides me which was true at first Hahaha. Oh I never knew about Awfully Chocolate too,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what was I thinking then, admitting I had no clue of AC's existence during the&lt;br /&gt;interview (I interviewed because he recommended AC to me) Till today I'm still quite surprised I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got hired in the end but work has (in general) always been  fun, more fun with my new colleagues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around too (: Okay I'm gonna do what I do best: read myself to sleep, Goodnight world~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7657391075266512403?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7657391075266512403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7657391075266512403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/during-work-i-was-complimented-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3452126706748621345</id><published>2011-10-03T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T03:47:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls43t0redI1qe16ceo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 324px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls43t0redI1qe16ceo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well when I first look at him, all the best things that has ever happened between both of us&lt;br /&gt;will start reappearing in my mind, but... so does the worst. And the worst start&lt;br /&gt;polluting the best moments, turning them so cold, distant and vague.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find myself not being able to look at him again. Not in the same way I once did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's hard looking at someone who gave you more bad memories than good to remember,&lt;br /&gt;it always overweighs the good and there's nothing I can do about it, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3452126706748621345?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3452126706748621345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3452126706748621345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-when-i-first-look-at-him-all-best.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-94563440024541476</id><published>2011-10-02T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:09:03.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost /= Losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my grandaunts birthday today. I didn't want to shake her beautifully aged soft fingers,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give her my warm embrace. I wanted her to feel that she is loved &amp;amp; she has never&lt;br /&gt;been left alone. She never needs to feel that way even when her sister is gone. I can tell behind her&lt;br /&gt;old tinted brown shades she was trying her best to hold it all together. I admired her&lt;br /&gt;emotional strength for her age, I admired everything about her. How she carries on with her&lt;br /&gt;life still healthy and doing well &amp;amp; I think that is probably the hardest thing anyone could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S To my dear grandaunt, stay happy and healthy. I love you,always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-94563440024541476?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/94563440024541476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/94563440024541476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/lost-losing.html' title='Lost /= Losing'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1348801403046865047</id><published>2011-10-02T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:43:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will enough ever be enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dream, I recall telling someone or rather shouting at them&lt;br /&gt;"I've seen someone lose their life in front of me, and that was my grandmother!"&lt;br /&gt;I burst into uncontrollable tears and firing anger which woke me up when it all felt&lt;br /&gt;too overwhelming. My heart drumed slower and softer as I catch my breath of reality.&lt;br /&gt;"It was all just a dream" reciting in my mind and I fell back to pitch black sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you, my dearest beloved grandmother.&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/35610732-1348801403046865047?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1348801403046865047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1348801403046865047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-will-enough-ever-be-enough.html' title='When will enough ever be enough?'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1989464830551319037</id><published>2011-10-02T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T02:10:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A drop in the ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished all of this, is just a dream. That I'll wake up and realize it never really happened, it was&lt;br /&gt;all my sub consciousness working realistically. Dreams are just like the worst scenarios you&lt;br /&gt;think of sometimes, you'd feel it and picture yourself in it but thankfully it never happened or&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't. But that's not living up to life is it? wanting everything to be a dream. What if that&lt;br /&gt;moment teaches us the best lessons life has to offer, it may be a mistake but who ever said&lt;br /&gt;everyone is perfect? what if that moment is able change us to someone better and greater?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you want that moment to be real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15472187/tumblr_ls4g5koayA1qb8pwyo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 700px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15472187/tumblr_ls4g5koayA1qb8pwyo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you love someone, you would let them go." - Man and Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1989464830551319037?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1989464830551319037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1989464830551319037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/drop-in-ocean.html' title='A drop in the ocean'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7282919793853283664</id><published>2011-10-01T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:57:11.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I constantly tell myself I don't need you. But I never knew when that was possibly true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15456745/tumblr_lsb4q8xOKm1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15456745/tumblr_lsb4q8xOKm1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15456893/tumblr_lqu6qseEUj1qckcjqo1_1280_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15456893/tumblr_lqu6qseEUj1qckcjqo1_1280_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15457169/tumblr_lrwgn4jy0O1qhqqcko1_400_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15457169/tumblr_lrwgn4jy0O1qhqqcko1_400_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I went for Trouse Brothers at Zouk last night with (Ok I'm gna try remembering)&lt;br /&gt;Gracelynn Jitren Chelsea Grace Jonathan Takashi Nate Aaron Mong Chikin Chihung Gary&lt;br /&gt;Joey and his friend. During Trouse Brothers I touched their... really soft hands many times,&lt;br /&gt;got a bottle of beer, a apple shot which I gave to Natasha, and and... wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;A SHIRT WHICH SAYS "BRING THE TROUSE DOWN" its really niceeee ahhhh the night was&lt;br /&gt;satisfyingly fulfilled, I couldn't ask for more :') However, there were really annoying people&lt;br /&gt;pushing through to get to the front. And this bitch who took my spot after she pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;She calms others were pushing her, I don't think so sister~But its okay, I got my good share of&lt;br /&gt;fun from the Trouse Brothers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7282919793853283664?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7282919793853283664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7282919793853283664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/10/trouse.html' title='Trouse'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1205739697835648418</id><published>2011-09-29T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T02:55:15.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15331777/tumblr_ls7dd5Cwe01qdmfymo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 303px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15331777/tumblr_ls7dd5Cwe01qdmfymo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1205739697835648418?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1205739697835648418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1205739697835648418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/sigh-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3615332781243898778</id><published>2011-09-28T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:28:53.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am one angry angry girl right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my very best to be less self centered, to be less selfish, to be less of every flaw I could&lt;br /&gt;be. But I am also fucking tired of every good thing becoming a bad thing, of every happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turned into rage at night, of every thing I loved becoming every thing I hate. I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel this way anymore, I don't want to turn against anyone I cared for. I couldn't bare&lt;br /&gt;letting go, the more of losing somebody I have in my life. Then again, is like everyone is pushing&lt;br /&gt;me to the edge of losing it, losing myself to someone I detest of becoming into. Why doesn't&lt;br /&gt;someone realize that a person could only be this good, strong and loved for a certain amount&lt;br /&gt;of time. All good things come to an end, and when it does, I just want someone or anyone to tell&lt;br /&gt;me it's going to be alright. It's just a phase in life, it's not permeant, not the least bit of it. But no,&lt;br /&gt;no one is really there. I usually find myself filling my own void, very often. That's not the reason&lt;br /&gt;why I'm mad, I'm mad because I really (completely entirely definitely) Hate people changing&lt;br /&gt;plans last minute. Not only did that ruined my night, but someone's voice. Loud rough annoying&lt;br /&gt;voice piercing through the phone. I'm SO amazed by how fake you can be, really. I think&lt;br /&gt;you should be personally rewarded by me. Maybe I am making a big fuss about this, but you know bbm&lt;br /&gt;doesn't lie when they indicate that someone has read your reply. And besides if you don't want&lt;br /&gt;reply, just end the motherfucking conversation dammit. Is it so hard?! I actually believed&lt;br /&gt;that things would change, for the better between us. Why, look at this- NOTHING has changed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick and tired of everything repeating itself. You don't even seem to realize how much&lt;br /&gt;you have hurt me and I'm always settling for little whenever you apologize. Gees why can't&lt;br /&gt;you man up and do the right thing once and for all. Break my heart if you have to, just stop this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3615332781243898778?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3615332781243898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3615332781243898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/angst-101.html' title='Angst 101'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3541297078717598515</id><published>2011-09-27T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:56:26.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'll never wna see you sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15290337/tumblr_ls61xsHTDY1qewcc0_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15290337/tumblr_ls61xsHTDY1qewcc0_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15289571/tumblr_lro4c7Ll0A1qfwv3vo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 337px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15289571/tumblr_lro4c7Ll0A1qfwv3vo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I feel gay, I wna run along these kind of fields. Just populated with many&lt;br /&gt;daisy flowers and other mother nature's offsprings, but the flowers will do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15289580/tumblr_ls0kvcoqBL1qewcc0_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15289580/tumblr_ls0kvcoqBL1qewcc0_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3541297078717598515?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3541297078717598515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3541297078717598515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-ill-never-wna-see-you-sad.html' title='Cause I&apos;ll never wna see you sad.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2601493969240910204</id><published>2011-09-26T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:22:21.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247438/tumblr_ls47wgNQhb1qa2br0o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247438/tumblr_ls47wgNQhb1qa2br0o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247878/tumblr_lg805xUwUW1qggl3wo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 359px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247878/tumblr_lg805xUwUW1qggl3wo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247915/tumblr_lq7jwoQ7ie1qm6h14o1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15247915/tumblr_lq7jwoQ7ie1qm6h14o1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma make this for myself one day^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15248432/166598_494951824261_701474261_6281380_2473803_n_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 254px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15248432/166598_494951824261_701474261_6281380_2473803_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2601493969240910204?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2601493969240910204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2601493969240910204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/imma-make-this-for-myself-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7800285426938565394</id><published>2011-09-25T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:49:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" There is nothing worse in the world than thinking&lt;br /&gt;you have a chance when you don't." - Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "maybe I just don't want to be in singapore anymore." Reason no.1:&lt;br /&gt; Our transport system is so convenient, but the public makes the ride a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bus for goodness sake, there is a Driver to open and close the door. But people push&lt;br /&gt;and squeeze through oblivious to their surroundings and feet below. Where did they get the&lt;br /&gt;mentally that the bus's doors are just as automatic as the mrt's? but that's not the worse.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse are women with big bulky handbags, giving you a good punch on the arm,&lt;br /&gt;swaying you backwards almost causing a fall and walks away without an apology. It all&lt;br /&gt;sounds slow motion right now, but when it happens to you, you'd probably end up&lt;br /&gt;ripping the women's fresh-from-the-salon hair off after. It's just so absurd how people&lt;br /&gt;who barely knows you, treats you that way in public. THEY HAVE SIMPLY NO MANNERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7800285426938565394?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7800285426938565394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7800285426938565394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-nothing-worse-in-world-than.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-9192300937873729478</id><published>2011-09-24T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:18:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" If you wanna leave, you can. I'll remember you though,&lt;br /&gt;I remember everyone who leaves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lilo n Stich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-9192300937873729478?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/9192300937873729478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/9192300937873729478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-wanna-leave-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2538687510321717037</id><published>2011-09-24T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:20:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15116683/1245205-11-1316799951864_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 449px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15116683/1245205-11-1316799951864_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the guy doesn't look like chuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2538687510321717037?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2538687510321717037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2538687510321717037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/gg.html' title='GG'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7162417633755324411</id><published>2011-09-23T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:49:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball of emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this day 22nd september 2011 didn't end well as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;I almost fought with my closest guyfriend in class over a guy(?) and I was so afraid of what&lt;br /&gt;the outcome might be. We've never fought before, we'd always apologize &amp;amp; forgive each other.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt anger building up continuously as soon as I sensed we weren't looking at this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;matter eye to eye, he couldn't understand where I was coming from and most of all&lt;br /&gt;he felt otherwise about my point of view. I explained over again but he still stood strong with&lt;br /&gt;his own judgement, I've always admired him for that but this time, it was just pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;All my mind was telling me "he is a dude, he wouldn't understand how girls feel."&lt;br /&gt;True enough he doesn't, I can tell he is trying to, but he simply just can't. However, I felt my&lt;br /&gt;anger extinguish when I sensed him trying to make the situation better, giving suggestions&lt;br /&gt;instead of defying me. I finally settled down, slightly agitated but also feeling grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just never want this to happen again. It's like a bowling ball about to hit strike&lt;br /&gt;but fortunately went into the gutter. (wait shouldn't it be the other way round lol)&lt;br /&gt;K obviously I'm too tired to make much sense, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7162417633755324411?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7162417633755324411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7162417633755324411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/ball-of-emotion.html' title='Ball of emotion'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2604346543108350283</id><published>2011-09-21T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:37:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom said, I'm ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt; Probably why, I don't deserve anyone even if I wanted them badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2604346543108350283?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2604346543108350283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2604346543108350283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-god.html' title='Just go'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8368972416305673083</id><published>2011-09-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:23:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book I'm reading: Man and Boy by Tony Parsons.&lt;br /&gt;I literally laughed at this paragraph&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I watched our Pat peacefully play for hours with his little plastic Star Wars toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That &lt;/i&gt;was child-like. Marty's attention span was nowhere near that long. Marty wasn't&lt;br /&gt;child-like. He was just &lt;b&gt;undeveloped&lt;/b&gt;." Hawhawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it has been a good read! Anyway, my class is given an extension for our final submission.&lt;br /&gt;Although I had to re-edit every postcard again, I'm not really happy about our extension :(&lt;br /&gt;I've been waitinggg &amp;amp; waiting for the holidays, now it just got shortened by a day hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, for the benefit of the class sigh. I shall post up my work once I've finalized it (:&lt;br /&gt;Back 2 work now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8368972416305673083?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8368972416305673083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8368972416305673083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4805898194176397745</id><published>2011-09-19T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:04:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meredith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrrp60wZom1qepfkjo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 279px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrrp60wZom1qepfkjo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A reason why I love watching Grey's Anatomy. So descriptively written :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4805898194176397745?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4805898194176397745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4805898194176397745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/meredith.html' title='Meredith'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3259954284092443496</id><published>2011-09-18T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:37:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But, its the weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13333003/tumblr_lpbj5cgja71qm15wwo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13333003/tumblr_lpbj5cgja71qm15wwo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^ my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent my entire weekend doing my final assignment. I'm just craving for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;right now. All I think about is wednesday, once the clock hit noon or maybe earlier&lt;br /&gt;then I'll finally have accessibility to my one month holiday. So now, I feel miserable&lt;br /&gt;doing my work and in addition a running nose yay... Anyway hope everyone had a better&lt;br /&gt;weekend than I did, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3259954284092443496?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3259954284092443496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3259954284092443496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-its-weekends.html' title='But, its the weekends.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6061950897837889638</id><published>2011-09-15T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:40:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She cares, that's her problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp6p8sgAzJ1qzep1ro1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 294px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp6p8sgAzJ1qzep1ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You disappear so completely into your head sometimes.&lt;/i&gt;" He said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I wish I could follow you.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14741330/tumblr_lma3f29Tfv1qg3nu4o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14741330/tumblr_lma3f29Tfv1qg3nu4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 2am in the morning, I was lying on my warm creased bed, carefully structuring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; picking out the right words for your letter on my text edit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While getting to the climax of it, I felt nervous and relieving at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I've came this far and waited so long to finally say what I really wanted. That is such a big&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment to me, really. I was not afraid of saying it, rather the consequences after&lt;br /&gt;I did. Probably everyone assumes I do express how I feel openly, but no. I could be angry,&lt;br /&gt;but that's momentarily. It's the "after taste" of feeling that anger which I don't normally&lt;br /&gt;talk about. To me, that's more personal and less likely to open up to. But I am doing so in&lt;br /&gt;your letter. &amp;amp; all I hope is, you read my letter carefully, you can choose to think about it&lt;br /&gt;and reply or simply be satisfied with what you know about me from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6061950897837889638?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6061950897837889638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6061950897837889638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-cares-thats-her-problem.html' title='She cares, that&apos;s her problem.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1318650551425004636</id><published>2011-09-14T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:13:37.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY an off day for tomorrow, yay! I just came home from a nice night out with Claremarie.&lt;br /&gt;We went cheap thrill the whole night, bought $5 watches on the way as well. I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;more satisfied. However my 2hour nap before I met her, couldn't last till 9pm Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TO DO list:&lt;br /&gt;- Draft ideas for final submission&lt;br /&gt;- finish designing the card&lt;br /&gt;- Buy canvas baggu bagback ^^&lt;br /&gt;- START exercising already&lt;br /&gt;- Heal my right eye&lt;br /&gt;- Become prettier tomorrow hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start embarrassing myself, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1318650551425004636?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1318650551425004636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1318650551425004636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-like-these.html' title='Days like these...'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4898006225404290579</id><published>2011-09-13T10:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:10:08.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/I chose to run, simply because&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't face the truth, simply because&lt;br /&gt;there was no other way to lose you./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14659995/tumblr_lqihxmj8Qn1qgroito1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14659995/tumblr_lqihxmj8Qn1qgroito1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14625129/tumblr_lr37kj2g061qckjwho1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14625129/tumblr_lr37kj2g061qckjwho1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why, hello there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14660132/tumblr_lrbaysYBYz1qfajg3o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 631px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14660132/tumblr_lrbaysYBYz1qfajg3o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14660699/tumblr_lrfamgrTG51r1vpp5o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 345px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14660699/tumblr_lrfamgrTG51r1vpp5o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14662526/oldschool-0574bed6119dd78b75914704b6696fec_h_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 294px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14662526/oldschool-0574bed6119dd78b75914704b6696fec_h_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14616625/tumblr_lr64bhZ2CY1r14vzlo1_1280_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 341px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14616625/tumblr_lr64bhZ2CY1r14vzlo1_1280_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never stopped thinking of getting inked ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14624875/tumblr_lrd7k7IXXg1qfhdbpo1_500_large.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 263px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14624875/tumblr_lrd7k7IXXg1qfhdbpo1_500_large.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14661820/complot_v12_3_th_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14661820/complot_v12_3_th_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14662389/tumblr_lqywz7shkg1qjhsvyo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14662389/tumblr_lqywz7shkg1qjhsvyo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These days I feel I'm living for the sake of being alive. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4898006225404290579?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4898006225404290579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4898006225404290579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-best-intentions.html' title='My best intentions'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-6220605886126147706</id><published>2011-09-12T16:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:35:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWPDEeobQgs/Tm3JdBu9yjI/AAAAAAAACKM/yKPhmkGopHI/s1600/montageA4blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWPDEeobQgs/Tm3JdBu9yjI/AAAAAAAACKM/yKPhmkGopHI/s320/montageA4blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651394607938652722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm changing the quote to: "We See What We Want."&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Does it hurt?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, and said "What hurts?" when I knew exactly what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;"Him..."&lt;br /&gt;I looked straight ahead, recuperating all thoughts of him again. Searching within what was&lt;br /&gt;left of me to feel such emotion. The growing uncertainty stings each hope of progress&lt;br /&gt;I've made towards letting him go. Finally, I looked back at her with a hesitant answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it still does."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think, you'll get better soon?"&lt;br /&gt;-Pause-&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, I don't think that's up to me to decide. Because I've been trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't feel I'm in any control of how I feel anymore. Especially, towards him.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;She knew, I had no more answers left for her.&lt;br /&gt;Her soft sympathetic eyes offered me sufficient comfort&lt;br /&gt;and we continued walking in silence.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-6220605886126147706?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6220605886126147706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/6220605886126147706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/montage.html' title='Montage'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWPDEeobQgs/Tm3JdBu9yjI/AAAAAAAACKM/yKPhmkGopHI/s72-c/montageA4blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3497067286676247074</id><published>2011-09-11T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:43:55.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you lose someone, it stays with you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just watched a youtube video on 911 phone calls from the twin towers.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heart break of so many people with love ones trapped in the either twin towers&lt;br /&gt;and watching the buildings collapse just adds on the devastation. Hearing each of the phone calls&lt;br /&gt;gave me goosebumps cause it never felt so real, listening to someone departure just like that.&lt;br /&gt;The worse phone call, was when a guy was frantically calling the 911 for help and the operator&lt;br /&gt;did a really bad job calming him down. I remember him saying "We're young men, we don't&lt;br /&gt;deserve to die so early." He stayed on the line till the building started collapsing and that&lt;br /&gt;marked his last words. Sigh, it was just ... terribly tragic.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough said, I have much work to be done, goodbye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3497067286676247074?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3497067286676247074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3497067286676247074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1527565720909098287</id><published>2011-09-09T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:25:23.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those would be the best memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking through these photos, I felt this wrath of emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, those kind of feeling you thought was once foreign to you. They just reappear and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gushes through your system and your brain voluntarily  recalls the memories you've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had when this photo was taken. The effect is sudden &amp;amp; vivid, after some time you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realize you are able to recall so much more. You look at the photo for awhile longer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noticing, what you had missed the previous time. All that you felt while taking the photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mask your present face with the same expression like an mirror image. I could only think of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much I missed those days. I've never done something so daring in my life, the adrenaline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to seize my passport the night before, when we were alone roaming in cold dense air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting in front of every breath taking ride, how silly we all were, the amount of enjoyment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt and finally, how close we've become. Funny, that I sound so dramatic and corny... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I wouldn't know how else to type this down. They were so significant to me, because that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trip saved me from all the emptiness of losing a loved one that I'll never see again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I look at how things are now, I can't help but wonder why did you make a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;point to be in my life in the beginning, greatly impacted it and now you seem to be leaving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; you probably have no idea how much I would do just to be there for you whenever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you need it but I can't because I think the lines are blur. No matter how much I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see that "line" I know deep down, it never existed in my terms. &amp;amp; I just.... Don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what to do anymore you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This leaves to another un-concluded blog post, night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1527565720909098287?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1527565720909098287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1527565720909098287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/those-would-be-best-memories.html' title='Those would be the best memories'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2723620569526006874</id><published>2011-09-08T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:54:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lonely september</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Grey's Anatomy,&lt;br /&gt;George said to meredith:&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? For what its worth, I think he is crazy if he doesn't pick you."&lt;br /&gt;aww :')&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sometimes I secretly do wish, there are such guys out there. &amp;amp; probably that would be my&lt;br /&gt;husband by then HAHA, but knowing such people do exist maybe in our midst,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just makes life seem a little sweeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2723620569526006874?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2723620569526006874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2723620569526006874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-september.html' title='A lonely september'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8415804894760766761</id><published>2011-09-04T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:27:10.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not you, Its me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want to be able to look at you &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not feel so hurt by you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I woke up, I went down to work because all that panic jumbled up during my&lt;br /&gt;sleep is taking its toll. &amp;amp; I want it to look more than 80% complete since david is gonna go&lt;br /&gt;anal-critique on us this time round, Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think people should really consider the fact that I'm not the brightest or&lt;br /&gt;most observant person around here. Simply put it: If you don't tell me what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;there is a good chance that I wouldn't be able to guess or sense whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being ignorant, I just see the better of things in every situation possible.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wasting time being upset over&lt;br /&gt;the same thing and it comes to a point where it seems silly of me to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I sense that I'm the cause of the problem, I feel so helpless when the&lt;br /&gt;person I've affected refuses to say anything. It just feels so heartbreaking...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll just be thinking day by day, where did I ever go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never stop wondering, how could the person just leave me like this. Circling&lt;br /&gt;in my own doubts everyday, I am that uncared for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8415804894760766761?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8415804894760766761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8415804894760766761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='Its not you, Its me.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1754859108469864253</id><published>2011-09-03T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T14:39:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slumberrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Its like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you have to be strong for everyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but they forget to ask if you're okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just sent the girl's off to the bus stop. Last night, was our IJ slumber party:) We played &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have never" drinking game which got most of us crazy. I really loved my dad for buying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barcadi's Mojito cocktail hehe. Had such a great time, having heart to heart talks, dancing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rolling, shouting, etc so the list goes on~ this post shall be short because it's time for work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't be more thankfully for Shyza working with me tonight when she was not suppose to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:') Bye time for fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a good trip over there.&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/35610732-1754859108469864253?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1754859108469864253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1754859108469864253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/slumberrr.html' title='slumberrr'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8130718954425868309</id><published>2011-09-01T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:09:01.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is to everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been replaying "Just A Kiss" by Lady Antebellum, and thought of doing a cover for it.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started so terribly, first I woke up at 8am when my lesson is at 9am. The first&lt;br /&gt;cab which my maid called, drove off even after HE SAW me signaling for him to wait -.-&lt;br /&gt;I fought with my mom cause technically we were suppose to leave the house together.&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;the second cab driver did a brilliant job of weaving through traffic and choosing the fastest&lt;br /&gt;route to get me to school (I kinda lied I'm late for a major exam HA) But he got me to school&lt;br /&gt;by 8.55am PHEW~ After school, met the girls, had some Hokkaido ice cream, shopped at OM&lt;br /&gt;and took loads of alley photos. &amp;amp; I spent $12 trimming my hair at a neighborhood hairdresser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheapthrill $/$. I feel very blessed for today, friends and God anytime any day :')&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know what, I'll do this for myself. It's not about you anymore, it was but sparing all&lt;br /&gt;that thought and feeling is tiring me out. I'm not going to look back 10/20 years&lt;br /&gt;regretting what I did not do, wasting time away just like that. I think I've been a terrible&lt;br /&gt;person towards my heart &amp;amp; you. Ruining everything we've had, stopping my heart from doing&lt;br /&gt;what it always wanted to. I just, can't live like that anymore. Because this is not who I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8130718954425868309?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8130718954425868309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8130718954425868309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-is-to-everything.html' title='Here is to everything.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2289531126020974463</id><published>2011-08-31T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:52:33.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot how ... exhausting it is to wake up at 6.30am, let alone getting off my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took my glaring room lights and my mom's shouting to get my act together, Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(wow this post is getting interesting huh~)&lt;br /&gt;Okay cut it short, Finally learnt how to use Adobe Illustrator today! David showed us&lt;br /&gt;couple of good works online &amp;amp; its definitely not an easy program to use :-s&lt;br /&gt;I shall post some of my art works if I ever do design a really nice piece, but this space&lt;br /&gt;shall remain a little empty for now. &amp;amp; Last but not least, I'm starting to watch Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;all over again because channel5 is showing bits and pieces of different seasons (bummer)&lt;br /&gt;I still recommend everyone to watch drop dead diva,  I know it sounds down right bimbotic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I swear, its more intellectual-knowledgable-interesting than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;so online, I found this:&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14125849/tumblr_lqsksc67Sc1qmevz7o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS SO ADORABLE &amp;amp; I know its a dog, but calling it a "dog" sounds too...&lt;br /&gt;harsh. I mean just look at it &amp;amp; You really wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;what to call it cause it looks half toy/dog/fur ball/ ? True? Pets that exist these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am bored &amp;amp; upset because I don't think I'll be on time for teachers&lt;br /&gt;day nor have enough time since I'm working as well. Big big sigh Owells&lt;br /&gt;okay I need to continue working on Something, adios amigos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2289531126020974463?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2289531126020974463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2289531126020974463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7667714267506535831</id><published>2011-08-30T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:51:10.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait &amp; See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to make this blog a little more interesting each day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for tonight and to the new beginning of my digital essentials module tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i'll just let these typography do the blogging. Goodnight &amp;amp; sweet dreams~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHO&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;LDER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHOULD&lt;/b&gt;ER&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;b&gt;HO&lt;/b&gt;U&lt;b&gt;LD&lt;/b&gt;ER&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;OULD&lt;b&gt;ER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14068889/tumblr_lqodbbwSKF1qfwkqko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 355px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14070836/tumblr_lqpzeeLNdQ1qlj6dso1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14070842/tumblr_lqlul46RsQ1qdax6ko1_400_large.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14071607/tumblr_lp4cj0QC7U1qf6rbeo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 396px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14088896/tumblr_lqctcgLzHS1qzcn8zo1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14088914/tumblr_lffdb54DYr1qfx2deo1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14088995/tumblr_lfqme3zryt1qfx2deo1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7667714267506535831?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7667714267506535831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7667714267506535831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/wait-see.html' title='Wait &amp; See'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-65980848959646414</id><published>2011-08-30T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:09:37.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna work in an office, just like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v136/_ToxicLips_/Pictures/1291210331-ls20100831-freepeople-024-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261.5px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;/div--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-65980848959646414?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/65980848959646414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/65980848959646414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-future.html' title='In future'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-8252215277396133676</id><published>2011-08-29T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:16:03.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 COMFORT FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's post shall be dedicated to my love for food.&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Salivation may occur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12080325/tumblr_lo4kc6g9Mq1qb7shro1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 542px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO.1 remedy. Chocolates, scientifically proven to stimulate happy&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and feelings :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8207650/tumblr_lilqtw6swz1qe49wpo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8207650/tumblr_lilqtw6swz1qe49wpo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOAST, with cheese ham egg nutella. Versatility is a ++pointer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14034279/tumblr_ln5nlk0Xib1qa5inmo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 356px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14034279/tumblr_ln5nlk0Xib1qa5inmo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cookies with milk :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10941142/4022136299_344a7d6ab6_z_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10941142/4022136299_344a7d6ab6_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apple pie served hot with vanilla ice cream is a home run, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13370185/tumblr_lpx3ysjtpq1qisu7ko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13370185/tumblr_lpx3ysjtpq1qisu7ko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Healthy snack, definitely comforting~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13949216/tumblr_lqjm9vbcRz1qezupko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13949216/tumblr_lqjm9vbcRz1qezupko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donuts are the absolute best for morning blues :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14021768/tumblr_lnka5qmUNc1qd8vzuo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 497px; height: 331px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14021768/tumblr_lnka5qmUNc1qd8vzuo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I use to buy these in 7-11. Haven't had them for such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040069/tumblr_lqp1vvl4iU1r2oh8go1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040069/tumblr_lqp1vvl4iU1r2oh8go1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best invention: ice cream. i love those with extra stuffings&lt;br /&gt;like marshmallow, chocolate chips, raisins Yummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040147/tumblr_lqp1x4A5eL1qlrd1fo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040147/tumblr_lqp1x4A5eL1qlrd1fo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A box of macaroons, sweet sour bitter you name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040342/tumblr_lqnn47ROKy1qfvwaoo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 497px; height: 332px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14040342/tumblr_lqnn47ROKy1qfvwaoo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one can live without nutella. Its humanly impossible for someone&lt;br /&gt;like me. love nutella for life&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-8252215277396133676?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8252215277396133676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/8252215277396133676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/top-10-comfort-food.html' title='TOP 10 COMFORT FOOD'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1075269334350466592</id><published>2011-08-28T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:05:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Just Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why,&lt;br /&gt;why can't we stop ourselves from feeling certain things&lt;br /&gt;Does it take inhumanity to feel nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe, one day I'll wake up, to realize I could care less about everything&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around me. Sparing all the hurt it could cost, not to forget the disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;then life, would be easier, lighter, more carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Just maybe, happiness shall pay its debt into my sad life and at that moment&lt;br /&gt;I would be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1075269334350466592?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1075269334350466592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1075269334350466592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-why-cant-we-stop-ourselves-from.html' title='&amp; Just Maybe'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-5195966919566292283</id><published>2011-08-27T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:28:41.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I can't stop you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the only reason why I think so much and so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is because I've always wanted to prepare myself for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could accept failure or rejection right on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;It is as though, I need reruns of the worst scenarios I could think of, replay them,&lt;br /&gt;and feel more immune every time the worst is exposed. I'm not being a pessimist here,&lt;br /&gt;I just think, bad things happen one way or another and for life to move on smoother,&lt;br /&gt;I always need to be prepared to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-5195966919566292283?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5195966919566292283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/5195966919566292283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-stop-you.html' title='&amp; I can&apos;t stop you.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2290602273820731026</id><published>2011-08-24T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T04:52:59.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it going to be a good life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its quite amazing how little you see in me,&lt;br /&gt;and making me feel that its never enough when I have nothing left anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you choose to appreciate around you, but you could have at least&lt;br /&gt;given me some credit for it. I know, I'm probably missing several factors of what you would like to see in a girl, but I've never stopped trying. &amp;amp; Its funny because I never understood why&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying so hard either. Maybe because I've been hanging on and it pains me&lt;br /&gt;to let everything go just like that. It's like revising so hard for a test &amp;amp; failing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, I see my worth more than yours. It's not going to be easy, but I have to try.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, you've never really given me any reason to stay. At least not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2290602273820731026?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2290602273820731026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2290602273820731026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-it-going-to-be-good-life.html' title='is it going to be a good life?'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1225315759096916499</id><published>2011-08-16T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:27:20.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What hurts the most,&lt;br /&gt;was thinking that other person&lt;br /&gt;liked you back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1225315759096916499?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1225315759096916499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1225315759096916499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hurts-most-was-thinking-that-other.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4312737386298556334</id><published>2011-08-14T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:29:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A part of me thought, if I didn't say it aloud&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be true."&lt;br /&gt;I realized, whenever you think someone doesn't affect you&lt;br /&gt;at all and you could laugh about it &amp;amp; that's when it'll hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;And at times, you'll never understand why you could feel so much pain when&lt;br /&gt;you never deserved it, you merely laughed about it because you tried avoiding&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it matters so much to you. Then you start wondering, whether this pain could&lt;br /&gt;telepathy to the other person so it'll all be easier. You would stop being so hard on yourself&lt;br /&gt;and that person could tell you this is Our burden to share, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;But you know deep down, you're alone with this.&lt;br /&gt;You're unsure how time could actually work its way around,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe time is not enough. Because that person is still there in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder how strong your knees going to keep you from falling&lt;br /&gt;when those hands would stop shivering, when your heart would slow its beats.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you just know, they mean everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4312737386298556334?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4312737386298556334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4312737386298556334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-back-now-my-walls-are-in-ruins.html' title='Heart Talk'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7511988115069361272</id><published>2011-08-06T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:43:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when I was with him, so close. You are still closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from feeling the distance and hurt, are you trying to test my patience? Cause I don't know how long more I could take this. I've been missing you for a month, doesn't that count as something? till this day, I don't know what I want out of this, but just by you being there contents me more than enough. Do I sound like I'm asking you to fetch the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7511988115069361272?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7511988115069361272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7511988115069361272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/08/next-to-you.html' title='Next to you'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1240152529560934844</id><published>2011-07-17T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:30:41.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God pls,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired&lt;br /&gt;of feeling&lt;br /&gt;this way for&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all of this away, demolish &amp;amp; destroy it&lt;br /&gt;for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1240152529560934844?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1240152529560934844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1240152529560934844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_17.html' title=':('/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-1531168244621630533</id><published>2011-07-14T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:52:01.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This shall not consume me. Only for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmjopaBTwM1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 218px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmjopaBTwM1qhmhdfo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo63ntpctS1qa9jwno1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo63ntpctS1qa9jwno1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo7c8uIVAn1qf78iro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo7c8uIVAn1qf78iro1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1jd5h78W1qf1fiyo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1jd5h78W1qf1fiyo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnugl1C6Ck1qj9eojo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnugl1C6Ck1qj9eojo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmulbhYX4g1qcqtr1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 318px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmulbhYX4g1qcqtr1o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5qbsqd3Y1qa9jwno1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5qbsqd3Y1qa9jwno1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-1531168244621630533?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1531168244621630533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/1531168244621630533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-shall-not-consume-me-only-for-now.html' title='This shall not consume me. Only for now'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2528316557500787241</id><published>2011-07-12T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:30:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11837423/tumblr_lnl483JK3A1qeh0m1o1_500_large.jpg?1310354387"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 269px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11837423/tumblr_lnl483JK3A1qeh0m1o1_500_large.jpg?1310354387" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This probably marks my most outrageously careless doing- LOSING MY FIRST EWF PAY CHEQUE. I have no idea where it went to, cause every-way-of-losing-it scenario I think of fills my heart with more pain that $124 just flew away like that. How could I be so damn careless, H-O-W?! My mind has been handling too much thoughts lately &amp;amp; this just burdens it further. I feel I'm unable to consume however I feel any longer. So many times, I felt like I'm about to burst. That I couldn't push my emotions to the edge any longer, it had enough. Then again, I don't want to look weak and overly dramatic. Everyone out there is having their own rough phase one way or another. But is it so selfish of me, that maybe for once, I could fully express my disappointments to that person. That person who I believe never appreciated me, despite me doing whatever I could to be there for him. That person who has failed to see, he is made of greater things that I've seen for myself. &amp;amp; That person, whom I thought would never hurt me, probably caused me the greatest hurt right now &amp;amp; then. &amp;amp; You know, I don't understand why we're stuck in this mess, this horrifyingly terrible mess. Our friendship is on the line, not love. What I'm truly disappointed about, is that I'm not even worth that simple act of you being initiative. Don't you remember who cleared the messed up before? It was Me. &amp;amp; I swear, I won't do it again. The amount of time you take definitely shows how much you want me to "stay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2528316557500787241?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2528316557500787241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2528316557500787241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-probably-marks-my-most.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4568223171759427387</id><published>2011-07-06T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:45:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D FUND SIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXBhxE5Ge4/ThPaHhRyzVI/AAAAAAAACHE/E7RKzzfL7U0/s1600/wood-texture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXBhxE5Ge4/ThPaHhRyzVI/AAAAAAAACHE/E7RKzzfL7U0/s320/wood-texture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626080182242823506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AJkuX3UN5I/ThPaHI4dnhI/AAAAAAAACG8/dGDcaJx7TAY/s1600/Wood_Paint_Peeling_III_by_LogicalXStock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AJkuX3UN5I/ThPaHI4dnhI/AAAAAAAACG8/dGDcaJx7TAY/s320/Wood_Paint_Peeling_III_by_LogicalXStock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626080175694126610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vL-AWS7GFs/ThPZuB3mtFI/AAAAAAAACG0/2NzGx6wfKWM/s1600/fst_538vbmk2bj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eLmDoySW3w/ThPZpQ7nyfI/AAAAAAAACGU/uFw5jdHFGEA/s320/6300006-peeling-tree-trunk-wood-background-selective-focus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626079662458784242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4568223171759427387?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4568223171759427387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4568223171759427387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/07/3d-fund-sia.html' title='3D FUND SIA'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vXBhxE5Ge4/ThPaHhRyzVI/AAAAAAAACHE/E7RKzzfL7U0/s72-c/wood-texture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2319774700660595628</id><published>2011-07-04T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:25:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tisfu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty sure everything was alright, or so I thought. I don't understand whats going on now but I feel responsible. Actually, greatly responsible. Maybe if I haven't been so selfish with the way I felt, maybe if I learned to consume my feelings better, maybe if I was a better person none of this would have happen. No one was gonna become upset and hurt at all. I never wanted any of this, but it all feels so effortlessly falling apart. It is like grabbing hold of water, it slips in between your fingers or evaporates slowly. I'm so upset inside, its almost like a snow ball of sadness about to avalanche my entire heart. I don't know how long I can take any of this, I'm so tired and disappointed. &amp;amp; right now my greatest fear of losing you seems so close, I'm just a friend to you so losing me wouldn't be much of a problem. But to me, you mean so much. I'm slowly adapting to how I mean nothing more than a friend to you, but still, the feeling of losing you still hurts remarkably a lot even as a friend. Urgh fuck, so fucking screwed up piece of mess. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2319774700660595628?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2319774700660595628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2319774700660595628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/07/tisfu.html' title='tisfu'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4833572570148039027</id><published>2011-06-13T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:41:53.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why doesn't this end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10732257/tumblr_llujp4qnfn1qbg690o1_500_large.jpg?1307904641"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10732257/tumblr_llujp4qnfn1qbg690o1_500_large.jpg?1307904641" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4833572570148039027?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4833572570148039027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4833572570148039027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-doesnt-this-end.html' title='Why doesn&apos;t this end?'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-4255923850015844227</id><published>2011-06-10T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:07:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10649547/b219670633_large.jpg?1307706628"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10649547/b219670633_large.jpg?1307706628" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10638820/tumblr_ll3hi5mJES1qasfhmo1_400_large.jpg?1307665211"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10638820/tumblr_ll3hi5mJES1qasfhmo1_400_large.jpg?1307665211" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10640403/tumblr_lmjvh89iUs1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg?1307668530"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 309px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10640403/tumblr_lmjvh89iUs1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg?1307668530" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9690949/205069_11730689_b_large.jpg?1305218591"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 566px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9690949/205069_11730689_b_large.jpg?1305218591" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10633880/5174146718_a7e0cf205e_z_large_large.jpg?1307654488"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 391px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10633880/5174146718_a7e0cf205e_z_large_large.jpg?1307654488" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-4255923850015844227?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4255923850015844227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/4255923850015844227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_10.html' title='No.1'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-7971724643768187005</id><published>2011-06-05T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T12:16:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the 3 songs which says almost says/sings exactly how I feel&lt;br /&gt;1. California Kind Bed - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;2. Rolling In deep - Adele&lt;br /&gt;3. Try - Asher Book&lt;br /&gt;Okay "Try" by Asher book is little out, but that song makes me think- Of trying harder. To stay on and fight for this. But every time I try, you seem to just knock it down effortlessly. Do you know that I'm trying? I'm withstanding your ups and downs emotion, &amp;amp; it getting worse and worse each time. But I'm willing to stay on, not as something more but as a good friend. I feel like I'm keeping so much from you that I don't feel like myself around you anymore. What happened to those good o times? We were both so happy, we were both very much closer. I wonder, whether it has to do with what you found out about me from the past few months. That I'm slowly incapable of keeping this friendship platonic for now. I'm going against it, yet losing the battle so devastatingly as well ): I feel my feelings are thorn into two, each feels another. I'm very much prone to walking away, soon I don't think I'm able to keep all this going &amp;amp; give up for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-7971724643768187005?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7971724643768187005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/7971724643768187005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-366457421403498988</id><published>2011-06-04T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:46:45.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The really sad part is-&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need you the most, you're not around. But you can make me so happy over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I called- Pathetic too. Sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-366457421403498988?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/366457421403498988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/366457421403498988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/really-sad-part-is-whenever-i-need-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2346341332086279143</id><published>2011-06-02T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:30:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hide above.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Watch you treat me this much in this way, and I return that favor?&lt;br /&gt;You put my mind into so much thought, because I bother to be careful. I bother to care for you, I bother to remember, I bother to put you first. Unfortunately, you've never really done any of that for me. I'll always fine myself reminding, pretending, trying. Isn't this suppose to be give and take? I never felt so generous before &amp;amp; neither do I want to demand anything back. I've never asked for anything, just simple gestures or words to get me by. &amp;amp; sometimes you do brighten up my day (unknowingly) &amp;amp; the best of all, I have no idea what to do right now. Give me a gawd damn sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2346341332086279143?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2346341332086279143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2346341332086279143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-can-hide-above.html' title='I can hide above.'/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-3820668139520827618</id><published>2011-05-25T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:12:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10114175/x_c3119586_large.jpg?1306326531"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 352px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10114175/x_c3119586_large.jpg?1306326531" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, everything thing that resolves around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give em a big " I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-3820668139520827618?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3820668139520827618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/3820668139520827618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/05/right-now-everything-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-2066303665495594713</id><published>2011-04-15T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T02:15:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6oQK-QilXQ/Td_qP71xhEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/YisfMF-rvhA/s1600/tumblr_lkyuodvseD1qblq88o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvVqhw8lEmY/Td_pgE13MhI/AAAAAAAACBg/Y2ujs-Tw8JA/s320/tumblr_lllomv7Wl41qh2n1mo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611460397991670290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWXFE6ZGrr0/TafWDMMstYI/AAAAAAAAB_g/qT2Bz__xztg/s1600/tumblr_lj8cazDMsA1qafc06o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMdYQg7USU8/TafWC_mgGRI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/VLL1LnS1T74/s1600/tumblr_ljm3vnEEkc1qhwjvmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-2066303665495594713?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2066303665495594713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/2066303665495594713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>CLARA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10854887281131860115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6oQK-QilXQ/Td_qP71xhEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/YisfMF-rvhA/s72-c/tumblr_lkyuodvseD1qblq88o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610732.post-747576951186420940</id><published>2011-04-15T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:20:26.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florence &amp; The Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8820081/tumblr_ljaqasQIH01qzhuoho1_1280_large.jpg?1302829982"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8820081/tumblr_ljaqasQIH01qzhuoho1_1280_large.jpg?1302829982" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dog days are (soon) to be over ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610732-747576951186420940?l=whiteheartslane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/747576951186420940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610732/posts/default/747576951186420940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteheartslane.blogspot.com/2011/04/florence-machine.html' title='Florence &amp; 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