<?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-27967349</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:12:17.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-8498488784689509989</id><published>2010-07-18T18:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:07:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Untold Struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things got better for Audrey, and soon both of them got closer in terms of understanding and the relationship, until everyone among their friends have start to guess and rumor about them are slowly and secretly being an item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey, have you been feeling better lately?" Vernon dropped a message to Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yup, much better. Thanks a lot for being there at those moments. =)" Audrey replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That's good to hear. Just call me anytime if you need. Anyway, Stephen they all are trying to gather the rest to chill out tonight, are you coming? I will come and pick you up if you want." Vernon messaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sure, if you offer to, of course I won't mind, LOL!" Audrey wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soon, night arrived. Leading the way, among the crowded pavement, they came to this cozy pub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Look, here comes the inseparables" Stephen giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey gave an awkward expression, Vernon threw a piercing stare back at him, and Stephen froze in his own laughter for a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Haha, alright, just a joke man. Chill!" Stephen trying to salvage back the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time of fun always pass fast, and after much drinking, it was evident that Vernon was getting a bit drunk. Stephen was all out to get him drunk that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey guys, you all are alright?" Stephen asked in his half-drunken stupor, leaning at the door of the awaiting taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Audrey, I think you need to get him back home already. He is even more pissed drunk than me." he mentioned, referring to Vernon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ya, don't worry, I will get him home safely, you becareful too. Bye" waved Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey helped Vernon into the cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking at Vernon, he was in his drunken stupor in the taxi, sleeping soundly on the shoulders of Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a long moment of silence inside that cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why you drank so much?" Audrey stared at the Vernon who was half asleep, half conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Because...... happy." Vernon stuttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Happy that you are... alright now" Vernon continued, and fell back to his slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audrey broke into a wide smile on hearing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/27967349-8498488784689509989?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8498488784689509989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=8498488784689509989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8498488784689509989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8498488784689509989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/untold-struggles-chapter-6-things-got.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-8465786492732979122</id><published>2009-12-09T11:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:11:24.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Untold Struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They came to the arcade and Vernon went to the counter and came back with one big bag of coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everytime when I’m feeling down, coming here always works for me.” Vernon mentioned, “Come, let’s play my favorite game.” Vernon dragged Audrey to the basketball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Audrey at first really do not have much mood to play with Vernon, but after awhile, she really felt a lot better, especially after Vernon continuously influencing her with his joy, care and concern. They spent the whole day at the arcade, from the basketball machine, to the dancing machine, the racing game, toy catcher, etc, etc. Gradually, both of them were having a whole lot of fun with one another, laughing at the little silly things they did in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking her home under the late night, “Thanks for being there and brightening up my mood today, I really enjoyed myself today and had a lot of fun. Thank you.” Audrey said to Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I had fun today too, and the most important thing is that you are feeling better, and that is good enough already.” Vernon smiled, “but well, even if that didn’t work, I always have another way to make you laugh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which is?” Audrey puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon went to Audrey and whispered into her ears “that is…..” and suddenly tickled her on her side, and ran while laughing away. Audrey twitched and started laughing, and chased after him, trying to get her “revenge”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey tried to tickle him back, and in the end, Vernon laughed and held on to her hands so that she won’t succeed in it, and thus holding on to her hands all the way until her house, in order to not let her tickle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring out of the window in her room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I tried to forget about him, I tried so hard, I thought I could do it. But everything that I do just seems to remind myself about him even more. Why must I be so weak, I told myself to not to think about him anymore, but I just couldn’t!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are not weak, I believe you can do it, just that you need time. It takes time to heal, just know that you are not alone. I know it is not going to be easy, that is why I will always be around. If not, I also won’t be here now, right?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey felt touched in her heart by the words of Vernon, realizing that someone who no matter what, will be there for her in these hard times. With this, she knew she is being treasured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-8465786492732979122?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8465786492732979122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=8465786492732979122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8465786492732979122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8465786492732979122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/untold-struggles-chapter-5-they-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-2525668802417332978</id><published>2009-10-17T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:44:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unspoken Struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The streets are totally deserted in the early morning, with the sky above her painted a very light blue hue, Audrey slowly strolled back to her home. Her emotions were in a mess, even though she really had a lot of fun, but when she is all by herself, her mind wandered again. She was reminded of all the similar fun times she had with her ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step she took, tears uncontrollably fell, and her heart experiencing that familiar persistent heart wrenching pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Vernon just knocked off from his work, and he received a call from Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Vernon, you knocked off already? Are you free now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, I just knocked off, and I don’t have anything on, why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want to ask if you can accompany me, I just don’t want to be alone, I now at Ang Mo Kio.”&lt;br /&gt;Vernon listened to her voice and can hear that she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, are you alright? I come over right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon rushed over to Ang Mo Kio immediately after the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he saw her from afar, he hurried towards her. It was very obvious that she had cried rather badly. She was leaning against the railing, looking daze, her eyes were red and teary still, from all the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon went up to her, “Hey, what happened? Are you alright? Anything just tell me alright?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey looked up at him with her teary eyes, she was trying to hold back her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I tried to forget about him, I tried so hard, I thought I could do it. But everything that I do just seems to remind myself about him even more. Why must I be so weak, I told myself to not to think about him anymore, but I just couldn’t!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Audrey knew she can’t hold back her tears anymore, an outburst of emotions, Audrey hug onto Vernon and started crying uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, Vernon’s heart really went out to her, his heart ached when seeing her in such a state. He told himself that he will do anything just to make her smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are not weak, I believe you can do it, just that you need time. It takes time to heal, just know that you are not alone. I know it is not going to be easy, that is why I will always be around. If not, I also won’t be here now, right?” On hearing that, Audrey stopped crying and looked up at Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know what can we do, come, I bring you to a place.” Vernon suddenly thought of an idea. He held on to her hand and pulled her along, squeezing their way through the crowd. Audrey for a moment she really feel that she was not alone going through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-2525668802417332978?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2525668802417332978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=2525668802417332978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/2525668802417332978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/2525668802417332978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/unspoken-struggles-chapter-4-streets.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-7480687105811213310</id><published>2009-09-21T07:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:09:18.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unspoken Struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;“Thank you sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; 2 tickets for Monsters vs. Aliens at 11.40 p.m. and that will be in total 20 dollars”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looks like we have like 2 hours plus to kill, I think we go grab a bite first, I’m so hungry after a day’s work” Vernon mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at MacDonald’s, while grabbing a bite, they had a long heart to heart talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Audrey was really upset due to relationship problems that she was experiencing – she just broke off with her boyfriend not long ago. Even though Audrey always put on a strong front in front of other people, she chose to keep everything that she had been going through and struggling to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon sat beside her, not saying any word, and just be her listening ear for that 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time for their movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great, both of them were laughing throughout the comedy. At least, it gave an opportunity for Audrey to lighten up her mood, and definitely they shared laughter together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, the movie ended, looking at his watch, Vernon realized it was already 2am already. Making the way through the back exit of the cinema, and the exit finally leading them back to shopping centre again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were thinking what they should do then. Suddenly, Audrey thought of an idea, “Hey, why not we catch another show like, now?” Audrey grinned as she suggested that to Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon thought for a moment and smiled “Hey, movie marathon!? Why not, haha? But I think we better hurry, by this time the last show should be playing already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them quickly ran to the ticket counter, looked at the information display, and realize the last show had just started like 15 minutes ago, and it is the other comedy that they wanted to watch very much. Well, such a coincidence that things just fell nicely in place. They looked at each other and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They quickly got their tickets and Vernon grabbed Audrey’s hand and pulled her along and ran for towards the cinema, as the show had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after another round of good laughter, the show ended around at 4 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;There is already no other mode of transport left to go home, other than taxi, and the sun is going to rise in like another 2 hours time. Making their way out of the empty shopping centre, they really had a great and crazy night together. But looks like it won’t be ending just like that, even though feeling tired, Vernon accompanied Audrey for breakfast at a 24 hours prata shop near Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked all the way there and ate breakfast while still happy talking about the 2 movies they watched just now, laughing at the jokes from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon they finished their breakfast and walked back to the MRT station in town, and sat right outside the MRT station, talking to each other while waiting for the 1st train to send Audrey home. They sat down there until soon, daybreak, as the sky slowly turn brighter, into a light shade of morning blue. Finally, it is 6.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got on the first train and Vernon accompanied Audrey to send her home before taking another bus from Audrey’s area back to his home even though it is totally out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a crazy and eventful night came to an end, well, there is a price to it, Vernon felt totally exhausted. But before turning in, Vernon thought back of all that happened over the night, and wore a smile before falling asleep. I guess the reward Vernon felt he received is incomparable to price he paid. It was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-7480687105811213310?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7480687105811213310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=7480687105811213310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/7480687105811213310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/7480687105811213310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/unspoken-struggles-chapter-3-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-3030966308148588781</id><published>2009-09-10T18:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:18:16.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unspoken Struggles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Hey Vernon, I make a move first, meeting up with my girlfriend for dinner, see you.” Vernon’s colleague waved as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his watch, “It’s only 8pm,” Vernon thought to himself, “and it’s a Friday, where should I go after this? I do not want to go home that early after all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the possible things he can do, suddenly he felt a craving to go catch a movie, but with who? And who will be willing to come down immediately at such an impromptu invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon started to scroll through his contact list in his handphone, skimming through the names, thinking of who to call. Suddenly, it came to the name – Audrey. Vernon thought to himself for awhile, and then decided to call her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other end starts to ring for awhile, and Audrey picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Audrey, Vernon here, you keen to come down for a midnight show? I am currently in town now.” Vernon asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm,” Audrey thought for a moment, I’m fine with it, but you give me around like an hour’s time to be there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, no problem, give me a call when you have reached.” Vernon replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon went to grab himself a cup of coffee at Starbucks while waiting for Audrey. He sat down on the little cosy couch, sipping his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was trying to kill time while waiting for Audrey’s arrival, he was deeply in thoughts. He thought back of the university days, the time when he got to know Audrey from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got reminded that, during then, there was a period of time, he was attracted to Audrey, but due to the fact that, he felt that there was no breakthrough in the friendship he had with her, he gave the idea up in the end. Maybe it can really be considered as fate that they met back again this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being occupied in his reminiscing of the past, before he knew it, an hour had passed, and suddenly, his phone rang. Looks like Audrey has just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, sorry to keep you from waiting for so long.” Audrey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haha, it’s alright, I was the one who asked you down in such last minute.” Vernon smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-3030966308148588781?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3030966308148588781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=3030966308148588781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3030966308148588781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3030966308148588781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/unspoken-struggles-chapter-2-hey-vernon.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-6111020886018382832</id><published>2009-09-09T11:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:30:27.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Unspoken Struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s too late to apologize… It’s too late… It’s too late to apologize… It’s too~…&lt;/span&gt;…” Vernon picked up the phone, it was a text message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Hey bro, it’s ladies night tonight! So are you going down? It is going to be a big party I promise” Stephen wrote in the text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vernon read the message, and without any hesitation, replied “Of course man, I’m not called a party animal for nothing. See you there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soon, night falls, and it was party time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The taxi pulled over right outside the club, and the queue was already full of people. “Looks like it is going be a great night…” Vernon thought to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stepping right inside the club, Vernon saw the whole club was filled with people, some drinking, some on the dance floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Making his way to his table, Vernon realized that a lot of his friends had already come down. Vernon saw Stephen, “Wow you got the whole world down tonight?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Told you that I promise it is going to be a great party” Stephen smirked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone was enjoying themselves, happily drinking away, playing some drinking games, having good laughs, and soon the vibe start to kick in, as the effect of the alcohol starts to be in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vernon and the rest made their way to the dance floor, and dance the night away, until 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all the dancing, Vernon and Stephen went to sit at the bar, to take a rest and have a drink…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vernon was chatting with Stephen, when suddenly, Stephen said “Hey bro, I think there is a girl looking at you over on your right… I realize she had been looking at you for quite sometime already….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vernon turned and saw the girl Stephen was talking about, and true indeed, there is a girl looking at his direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When he saw the girl, she is a tall and charming lady, he was shocked, it took some reaction time for him to realize the girl who was looking at him, was actually his close friend from his university days, Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The both of them were so surprised to see each other, they gave each other a big long hug, as they really had not been seeing each other for the longest time they could imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Hey, how come you are here?” Vernon asked, still in his shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Haha, I am down with my friends, it has been eons since I last came clubbing. Never know I will see you here, I thought I saw someone who looks like you, and it was really you. Haha” replied Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“So how have you been?” asked Vernon excitingly, trying to catch up with his long lost friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So it was after the mini-catch up, both of them got to one corner and started to continue drinking and continue to get to know how each other had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And soon they got back to the dance floor and continue to dance the night away till lights on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-6111020886018382832?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6111020886018382832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=6111020886018382832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/6111020886018382832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/6111020886018382832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/untold-struggles-chapter-1-its-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-3377692488419959683</id><published>2009-09-09T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:43:27.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted my previous story as I feel it is not going towards the direction I wanted it to go... And most importantly I was stuck in a hiatus, as I could not find any inspiration to write on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am now currently working on something... &lt;br /&gt;I believe it is going to be great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so sorry for the long wait... It is coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-3377692488419959683?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3377692488419959683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=3377692488419959683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3377692488419959683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3377692488419959683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-deleted-my-previous-story-as-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-1874250389852905734</id><published>2008-05-23T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:24:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>请让我靠近你轻轻对你说&lt;br /&gt;别让我每个夜为你受折磨&lt;br /&gt;是多么不容易才默默放手&lt;br /&gt;为了我就当作这次为了我&lt;br /&gt;别让我因为你被回忆折磨&lt;br /&gt;而空气凝结了我们的脸孔&lt;br /&gt;我别无选择&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我们之间有什么问题&lt;br /&gt;依然想念着你&lt;br /&gt;虽然被放弃&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;br /&gt;就算我们之间有什么难题&lt;br /&gt;黑夜我还想着你&lt;br /&gt;心碎人孤寂&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意(心还想着你)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再让我靠近你轻轻对你说&lt;br /&gt;当我说我要你从此好好过&lt;br /&gt;是真的否则我怎么肯放手&lt;br /&gt;为了我就当作这次为了我&lt;br /&gt;赐给我你现在幸福的笑容&lt;br /&gt;别让恨冻结了我们的脸孔&lt;br /&gt;请你做选择&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-1874250389852905734?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1874250389852905734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=1874250389852905734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1874250389852905734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1874250389852905734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-8425773262427855525</id><published>2007-10-07T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:30:36.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Chapter 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park holds an important meaning to both of us. It was this place, that brought us together, with all the sweet memories. It really marks the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in that park that we first got together. It was there where we spent our time holding hands together strolling and cherish each other. It was there where we shared our first kiss. It was there where I play and sang the song I wrote for her personally with my guitar, which touched her to tears. It was there where we always had to pass by when everytime I sent her home. And it was the place where I held her hand and made a promise to her that, I will love her with everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The care and love we shared with each other was so real and tangible. She was someone whom I really wanted to take care of. But of course we both had our own problems to solve together too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, we knew we will undergo alot of objection if our relationship is going to be official. Therefore, we keep our relationship under wraps and wait for the right time to reveal it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of underground relationship was really a toll on both of us, as we had to becareful not being found out. So everytime we went out on a date, we must make sure we are always on a high alert to not to bump into anyone we knew. These run and hide days were so tiring, but because for the sake of our future, we really had to endure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later, no matter how well you hide it from people, it will be exploited no matter what one day. Half a year after the running and hiding, one day, we were totally caught off-guarded. We were at a void deck near her home, accompany her studying. It was then, when one of her friends, a classmate in her school, saw us together. And that was the start of the never ending problems and objections. Family members, friends, classmates, all out of a sudden, even when it was not their business, came and object our relationship. Some say, I am affecting her school work, some say we are not matured to handle a relationship at all, etc and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a very tough time for us, our limits were really being stretched to the max. It lasted for another half a year. In that half year, because of the intensive pressure, arguments broke forth, and there was so many times we were on the verge to break up. But we stood firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very strong girl. It really took alot effort and patience for her to stood by me even when there are times, I knew I don't deserve everythat that she had done for me. Having such a girlfriend, it was really my fortune. She is all that I asked for. She really touched me with her unconditional love, patience and understanding. I never knew anyone who really had sacrificed so much for me, been through the thick and thin with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When such a nice girlfriend stood by me, you may ask, why in the end I still had regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret I never cherish her, and yet took her for granted. She sacrifice her time, her effort, her relationship with her family, friends just for me. Yet in the end all that I did was hurt her heart in such an intolerable way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-8425773262427855525?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8425773262427855525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=8425773262427855525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8425773262427855525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/8425773262427855525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/10/endless-regrets-chapter-8-park-holds.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-4294471905549144621</id><published>2007-01-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:06:35.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the swing, kicking my legs against the sand, in my head alot of things were going through my mind. What should I say to her? Will she reject me? All these thoughts bombarded my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a gentle tap landed on my shoulder. I turned... And it was her. At that moment, under the lit of the moonlight she appeared so beautiful. A sense of peace came into my heart. All I could focus on was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat on the swing just next to me and started to swing along. All was just a piece of silence under the glory of the moonlight. Then she stopped, looked straight into my eyes. I didn't know how to react nor what to say to her. I was just trying to escape from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute of silence, I finally said something. "I am sorry..." and i paused, looking at her again. I continued and told her all that was in my heart that I actually had fallen for her helplessly, but because of the fear of rejection and making a decision, I avoided her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect her to be my girlfriend but I just hope that our friendship would not be strained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could finish my sentence. She stared right into my eyes and muttered a word... "Silly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You went through so much just because of this... You silly boy..." she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why worry so much? Ain't I standing right in front of you now? And I never say anything about rejecting you. Silly Boy..." she giggled cheekily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised. Right at that moment, my mind was just in a blank. No words could explain how I feel right at that moment. Sitting there on the swing, we just kept on laughing and giggling to ourselves sillyly as we hold our hands together while swinging gently through the night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-4294471905549144621?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4294471905549144621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=4294471905549144621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/4294471905549144621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/4294471905549144621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-7-sitting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-2841261243216434305</id><published>2007-01-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:55:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reason with myself that it was all but just a crush, that sooner or later that feeling towards her would subside. But just like the song sang; day after day, time passed away, I still couldn't get her off my mind. Each time I thought about her, the longing for her grew stronger. Sometimes i did wondered how would it be, if she really becomes my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these internal struggles went on for weeks. Sometimes I really wished that I could tell her face to face... but I was just too fearful. Afraid that I would not have the confidence to give her happiness, and most of all, scared of rejection. With so many doubts and fear in my head, procrastination set in again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a coward, not facing the true feelings deep with in me bravely. She too started to feel that I was being indifferent to her. I just shook her off by saying that everything was alright, just that I was rather busy with school work that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I couldn't withstand the burden anymore. I told myself that no matter what the outcome would become, I don't want to hide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 9 pm, I gave her a call. I asked her if she was free to meet up at the usual park we always went to have a talk. She wondered for a moment and agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-2841261243216434305?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2841261243216434305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=2841261243216434305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/2841261243216434305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/2841261243216434305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-6-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-4632948391249475926</id><published>2007-01-15T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:32:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, don't know how and why, we started to have more time to meet up and go out together. I guess everything was just falling in place. It had been a very long time since I got to know a person who understand me so much and feel the same as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to meet up and even go to church together as she change her service to the same service that I attended. Every single Sunday, without fail, we would meet at the park near our house and walk to the bus interchange to take the bus to church. And don't know why, I was always looking forward to this time of the week even though it was just a short 10 minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always tease each other, calling each other names. Whenever who was on the verge on losing to the other side, it would turn out to become another "Tickling War" again. We behaved like kids on the bus, as if we were the only one on board of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this were never forgetable. And gradually, I realised I had missed her a little too much, thought of her a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fallen for her............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-4632948391249475926?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4632948391249475926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=4632948391249475926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/4632948391249475926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/4632948391249475926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-5-from-then-on.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-1561225800166763366</id><published>2007-01-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:39:15.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere were crowded with people. The whole place was filled with fun and excitement. Knowing which section she was at, I slowly made my way to the games section. My heart was pumped with anxiety yet excitement as I tried to find that familiar silhouette. How am I going to approach her? Will she recognize who I am? Browsing from stall to stall, finally I found her. She was standing there trying to get the crowd to patronize her stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked exactly like the same as in the photos. This awkwardness start to overwhelm me as I don't know how to approach her. Pushing myself forward through the crowd as I dragged my feet, I went ahead and gave her a weird slow.... "hi". She recognized me and straight away, she handed over all her work to her classmate and went around showing me her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the parade square, we went to the canteen, the assembly hall, to the different classroom blocks, before setting down at the track and field stands, and chatted there. Time just continue passed without control, and before we knew it. It was already 3 o'clock. I got to make a move then as I had an appointment. I enjoyed the day very much as I could finally meet up with this good friend of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-1561225800166763366?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1561225800166763366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=1561225800166763366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1561225800166763366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1561225800166763366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-4-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-1365057047334108172</id><published>2007-01-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:33:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got to know her through the internet, IRC was one of the hottest thing around then. We chatted online and realised that she stayed very near me and her school was just 1 street away from my house. And more than that, She actually attends the same church as I am just that we were in different service only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of things in common; having a passion for singing, similar likes and dislikes, having similar opinions on different stuff. All these were the catalyst to the strengthening of this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slowly, we divert from not only communicating through internet, but to phone call as well. Everytime we talked on the phone, hours passed like minutes. And all were just still a mere plain friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have the chance to meet up due to clashing schedules with the irony of we staying so near each other. But the opportunity finally came when she invited me to her school carnival one day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-1365057047334108172?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1365057047334108172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=1365057047334108172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1365057047334108172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/1365057047334108172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-3-i-first-got.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-3510085864724220029</id><published>2007-01-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:49:00.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Endless  Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainy season is here again. Sitting on the chair facing the window with the rain pallets hitting against the metal window frame relentlessly, I stared into the sky filled with unfriendly clouds. The whole room was filled with this strange ordour of the rain and with this scenario, my mind started to drift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, there was only her that existed in my mind. All the times we spent together, rolled like a tape in my head. Every single thing that happened between us were not left out in this retracing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, she was always a sweet and kind girl. Her smile, her eyes, no words could be used to describe her beauty. She was not like any other girls i used to know. There was just something special about her that seperates her from the crowd. Something that attracted me to her that much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-3510085864724220029?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3510085864724220029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=3510085864724220029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3510085864724220029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/3510085864724220029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/endless-regrets-chapter-2-rainy-season.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115954429750362883</id><published>2006-09-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:40:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endless Regrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in this world, people having laughter and fun all around me... Only me seems to be in this world but in a totally different pace of time. Joy can be seen all around, but i couldn't feel or hear anything. The only thing that serenaded around me is silence. Seems like only me is living in that frequency, with a invisible barrier around me. Living in a world full of people, yet ironically, in a secluded world... In this realm of silence, only my voice, my own music accompanied me through the journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody of the same old song kept ringing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only... If only things didnt happen as the way it was... Maybe... Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These same old words repeats and repeats, again and again... Like a curse, a neverending curse, that drives me to the extreme fragility of mankind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i am given a chance, a chance to change history. Which part of time will i want to go back to? Which part of history will I want to change? Is this just mankind, that we only really get to regret when everything is over, and we get condemned by ourselves, to be cursed by our own memories, then we start to think, "If only..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have any answers to all that, and I guess no one have the answers or the solutions to it...&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i do know, there is no turning back... The only thing i could do is try my best and bring back history to my future... If all works...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115954429750362883?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115954429750362883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115954429750362883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115954429750362883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115954429750362883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/endless-regrets-chapter-1-walking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115754410817431944</id><published>2006-09-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:29:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossroad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus at the bus stop, emotions engulfed his being. Tears trickled uncontrollably. Regrets filled his heart, yet there was nothing he could do anymore. He had a fear of hurting her even more if he allow things to happen as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he just boarded the bus, his handphone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey actually want to tell you something, but didn't got to say it just now. Anyway thank you so much for what you had done for me for the past half a year. You really impacted my life alot. Thanks for all your unceasing love and care. I am so happy to have such a friend like you. Even though, the person you like could not be with you, but hope you will get to find someone you really love and the person will love you as much too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Celynn ended the phone call even before Kris could had a chance to react and say something. And Kris could hear that Celynn was actually crying through the tone of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, an inner shout came all the way to him, that brought forth his real deep desire that he himself couldn't suppress. He finally knew what he want, and what he must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly alight the bus. It was already 4 bus stop away from his school. At the first instinct of his mind, where logic does not have a rule over him anymore, he just kept running and kept running towards the direction of his school. He just kept running, didn't even bother to stop to take a breather. In his mind then, the only thing that kept him going was the thought of telling Celynn that the one he really love is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he reached the school gate. From afar, he saw Celynn at the canteen. He ran towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn was shocked, her eyes still red from the crying. Celynn exclaimed, "Why you came back? I thought you already left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying anything, Kris grapped her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could i leave without my heart, when my heart is still right here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn was totally speechless, she totally didn't know how to react. Her tears keep flowing, but this time, was tears of joy and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris right at that moment, hugged her right in front of everyone else in the canteen, and say to her, "Please accept my this fragile heart and keep it well, so that i can never ever leave you... I Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn nodded her head. And the people around them all cheered for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though months down the road, quarrels arose between them and they got seperated. But how they got together, the scene is forever carved in their minds and memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115754410817431944?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115754410817431944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115754410817431944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115754410817431944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115754410817431944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/09/crossroad-chapter-8-waiting-for-bus-at.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115508835938637270</id><published>2006-08-09T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:53:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crossroad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already past 3 o'clock in the morning, Celynn was still tossing and turning in her bed, couldn't get to sleep. She felt very lost. Right then, her handphone rang. It was a message. She picked up the phone and wonder who message her at such an hour. And there it was, it was from Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I guess you will be having difficulties in getting to sleep tonight. No matter what, don't think too much ok? You can always find someone who really truely cares for you and take care of you. If you still can't get to sleep, need someone to talk, give me a call, ok? Take care and rest well. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn was touched by this simple message, even though it may seem simple, but the meaning behind it was not something everyone would understand. Celynn had never felt so much care from anyone before, a simple yet unconditional care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the last day of school before June holidays, a time of relaxing and fun. Kris was clearing his stuff, cause the last day of school, also meant the last day of his work, for his Polytechnic School Term was going to start in July. After half a year of working there, it was finally the official farewell to the school, where he spent the most exiciting years of his life. There was so much reluctance, for he knew, the period ahead would be a very big transition period for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was doing the final touch up of his documents and packing his belongings, when Celynn and some other came in and bid farewell to him. They planned to have lunch with him, but Kris got something on, therefore couldn't go. Celynn looked disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk out of the school compound, felt like a marathon. The usual short distance walk which only take him a few minutes, today felt like it took him hours. Each step along the way, memories of his secondary school life came back to his mind like a movie, and of course everything that had happened for the past half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his heart, he knew there was some unsettle business, but he choose to leave it as it is. And in the end, he came to the school gate, he took a last look at the school compound, and turn and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the story? Will the two of them who really have a liking for each other be seperated just because of this? Will the secret in their hearts be kept like this forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115508835938637270?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115508835938637270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115508835938637270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115508835938637270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115508835938637270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/crossroad-chapter-7-it-was-already.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115503606073660068</id><published>2006-08-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:21:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crossroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris didn't know how to react or console her. But he knew his presence is vital to her, as she seriously need someone's accompany. Kris took her to the stadium opposite their school to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat there for hours. Celynn was in a distraught state, she tried her best to hold her tears in front of Clemence. But finally, alone with Kris, she couldn't control her sorrow and pressure anymore, and then and there, she broke down in tears. Kris knew no words could help to ease her pain, but it pains to see a friend in such a state. He just hold Celynn's head and lending his shoulder as a support, and told her to cry out as much as she want, and assuring her, everything is going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn could not stop crying. And don't know how long did she cried, she cried until she fell asleep on Kris' shoulder. Seeing that Celynn had finally calm down, he didn't want to wake her up, and just let her had a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was reaching evening time, Celynn woke up, and was embarrass by all the trouble she had cause Kris. Knew that Celynn had woke up, he just send her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Celynn could not sleep well, partially because of Clemence, but was also because Kris. She felt that, even though Kris didn't say much, but she knew Kris cared for her alot. There was a area of mixed feelings, that she could not shake away. Especially with the picture of what happen today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115503606073660068?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115503606073660068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115503606073660068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115503606073660068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115503606073660068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/crossroad-chapter-6-kris-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115494092629362137</id><published>2006-08-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:03:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crossroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a big disappointment, Kris could not concentrate in whatever he was doing. He hate that feeling, and I guess everyone hate that kind of feelings too. He everyday literally had to pull himself up. He tried to leave it alone and just do as normal. But, without fail, at times alone.... Thoughts will start flooding his mind, emotions engulfing his heart. It was like a cycle he could not break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right at that moment, someone, reached out with a helping hand, hand contained with care, love and concern. Celynn, couldn't bear to see Kris at such a state, for she partially blamed herself for encouraging Kris to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celynn would everyday without fail, wait for Kris to knock off, and walk to the town center together for a meal, before going home together, for they stayed quite near each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even at the moment when he felt he was at the bottom of the pit, there was always this one person who will cheer him up, and bring a smile to him. And Kris really really appreciated that alot. For it was Celynn alone who really helped him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was alright, Kris got back to his normal self, another case happen, and now this time, Celynn was greatly affected by it. Celynn got involved in a big quarrel with Clemence, and it got so serious that, Clemence initiated a break up with her. Kris tried to pull them together, but his effort was all wasted. Clemence was very sure and certain about the break up. and Celynn got so hurt that she didn't even bother to say anything, and simply just walked off, trying to control her tears, which she was not successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115494092629362137?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115494092629362137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115494092629362137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115494092629362137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115494092629362137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/crossroad-chapter-5-with-such-big.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115304853232655193</id><published>2006-07-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:15:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crossroad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day Celynn went to his office, their friendship grew.&lt;br /&gt;Celynn kept encouraging him to act out his care and concern to Sherline, so that there would be some progress. But that was one mental barrier Kris could not break through. He was afraid of being rejected and lost a good friend. So everytime, when Kris got something in his heart for Sherline, in the end, he would always share it with Celynn instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very same time, Celynn's relationship with Clemence was going on a down slope, they quarrelled frequently over small issues, and Celynn was very affected by it at that time. Having no one to turn to, she turn to Kris about her relationship problems too. So Kris always confide in Celynn about Sherline, and vice versa, Celynn confide in him about Clemence. And gradually, the two of them became strong pillar of support for each other, in times of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, after much encouragement from Celynn, Kris finally plucked out all his courage and express his admiration towards Sherline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the method Celynn taught him; during the Annual School Fun Fair, Kris dedicated a song to Sherline, and told her that he likes her. He really took a big step of faith. Sherline was very very touched by what he had done, but instead of happily ever after, Sherline told him, that she wants to focus on her studies at that moment of time, and did not want to be distracted, and told him he deserves a better girl that reciprocrate his love back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris did not know whether to be happy or sad at that point of time. But in his heart, disappointed overwhelmed him. So much sadness engulf his emotions, that he did not know how to respond to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115304853232655193?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115304853232655193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115304853232655193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115304853232655193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115304853232655193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/crossroad-chapter-4-from-day-celynn.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115304758467306385</id><published>2006-07-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:59:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crossroad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, Kris was actually attracted to another girl, Sherline, who concindentally was Celynn's classmate and good friend. It was because of Sherline, Kris and Celynn got to know each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris liked Sherline for quite some time, but did not dare to express his interest to her. Superficially, they are a pair of close friends, but deep down in Kris' heart, there was a deep affection. Kris did not know what to do in order to win her heart. Therefore, he asked Clemence for advice for he did not have a girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, one day, Celynn went to his office and asked if he like Sherline. Kris was surprised, as he told no one else but Clemence. That was when he found out that, Clemence had told everything to Celynn. Even though he felt a bit of being betrayed by Clemence, Kris opened his heart to Celynn. And both of them spend the next few hours talking about Sherline. Celynn even promised him that she would help him in any way she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the start of them understanding each other more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115304758467306385?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115304758467306385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115304758467306385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115304758467306385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115304758467306385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/crossroad-chapter-3-at-that-point-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115225813452422623</id><published>2006-07-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:03:41.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crossroad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started because of a giant inflatable ball. Sounds weird right? Well, that was how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Sports Day that year, alot of new competition were included, rather than the old traditional track events. And one particular new event was that 2 teams had to compete each other by pushing a enormous inflatable ball to each other's area, something similar to Tug-of-War. And Kris was in charge to take care of this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the Sports' Day, Kris sat at the commentators' table, overlooking the whole stadium. And after that event, some of the students went and help to deflate the air out of the ball. And Kris' junior, Altec tried his best to deflate it, and he jump on to the ball and got bounced off. Kris saw it and joked with the people at the commentators' table about it, and everyone broke out in laughter. And one of the commentators was none other than Celynn. But at that point of time, they didn't know each other nor even know each other's name. But they just laugh with each other hilariously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first time they really got together was quite some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a lunch break one day, Kris went to the computer room to do some stuff. And there was Celynn, sitting beside him, but both of them did not really remember nor notice each other. It was only when, Kris' god brother, Clemence came in and talked to Celynn, then Kris recall her from his memory. And that was also when he got to know, that actually Celynn is the girlfriend of Clemence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115225813452422623?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115225813452422623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115225813452422623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115225813452422623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115225813452422623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/crossroad-chapter-2-it-all-started.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-115176220113243814</id><published>2006-07-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:04:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crossroad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing under the hot sun, with such unbearable heat, Kris made his way back to his alma mater. It is the Annual Teachers' Day Celebration Concert. Kris went back just to visit his secondary school's teachers, and also to see the concert which he will go back to see every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking under the sheltered walk-way, he saw a few familiar faces. They are their old classmates, Dennis and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Kris, how have you been? Heard that this year concert is going to be great" Dennis asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me still doing fine... Ya, I am looking forward to it too..." Kris replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard Cel is the Emcee for the concert eh..." Michelle blurted out suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis could not even stop her in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of that name, Kris broke into silence immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Kris, didn't mean to mention her..." Michelle apologized awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is alright, i am fine. Don't worry." Kris smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them, went ahead to find their respective ex-teachers. And finally, the concert is going to start any moment. Kris stood behind one of the pillar. And there she is, the emcee of the concert, Celynn walked to the centre of the stage starting the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of her, even when Kris mentioned it was alright to him, but still mixed feelings floated in his hearts... Who is this Celynn that makes Kris react in such a manner? What really happen between both of them, that cause Kris to have such strong emotions within him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dated all the way back to the year he just finish his O Level's. After the last paper, Kris went on a long vacation, travelling overseas. And because he plans to go to polytechnic, therefore he had a 8 month long holiday. After 3 months of long vacation, he finally decided to find a job for the first time. He decided to go back to his secondary school and ask if there are any available roles to help out. And there he was, he got a job of a PE assistant, whom assist the PE Department and look after all the equipments in the PE Room. And there was where the story begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-115176220113243814?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115176220113243814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=115176220113243814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115176220113243814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/115176220113243814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/crossroad-chapter-1-standing-under-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114896440817082239</id><published>2006-05-30T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:46:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear readers... Cause i will be enlisting in next week... So it will be a long time since the next update on my stories... I had already come out with the storyline... But sorry that you have to wait until i can book out and update... Will try to put up abit of the story this few days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114896440817082239?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114896440817082239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114896440817082239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114896440817082239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114896440817082239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114856202386319616</id><published>2006-05-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:34:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' Level was over for 2 week already, and yet, Angel could not be found. Ashton got very worried. For the past week, Ashton tried to locate her, but to no avail. He tried to ask Angelina what had happened, but Angelina decline to tell him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton felt so helpless, he wondered what went wrong, why Angel just suddenly disappear. Every single day, he tried to find out about her from her family, but no one told him what had happened. Even Angelina suddenly became very cold towards him, became distant away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was in a total mess. He felt as if his whole world had collasped. Day after day, without fail, he went to her house and try to find her. But everytime he went, it was either her parents dun allow him in, or no one is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyday without fail, he went to her house, in hope just to see her for once and find out what happened, if she really do not want to go on with him, at least he want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day... That fateful day when the truth was revealed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton went to her house again, he stood outside the door for hours. And finally, at that moment of time, Angelina came back home from school. She was shock to see him waiting outside the door. She don't know what to say... Ashton beg her to tell him why Angel do not want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under such tense atmosphere, Angelina finally gave in, she let him in the house. And behold right in front of him, was the answer to all his doubts and heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of him was a picture of Angel.... In black and white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton could not believe what he saw... He was dumbfounded totally, and the atmosphere was just a total silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reality hit him back hard again, he fell to the ground, totally broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at that moment, no words could describe the pain he was going through, it was like a thousand knife running through and fro his heart. And all he could ever do was just to cry. He totally lost control of his emotions. Running through his mind was a total blank. He didn't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On seeing this, Angelina couldn't hold her tears anymore, she hug him and cried, and explain to him, what happened actually......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, Angel went for a body check up, cause she has been feeling weak all along. And the doctor found out that she was suffering from leukemia, and it was in the terminal stage. She was very devastated by that very fact, all the dreams she had: going to polytechnic together with Ashton, and most of all starting a wonderful family with Ashton, were all crushed. She didn't know how to let Ashton know, cause she knew if Ashton knows about it, he coudln't take the blow. And his studies will be totally affected. She couldn't bear to see the hard work Ashton had put in, gone to a total waste. And not because of her, and his future be ruin. Therefore, she decided not to tell him, and she made sure her whole family to keep it from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During September, when they both start to prepare their O' Levels alone. The truth was, actually she was undergoing chemotherapy treatments. And she don't want Ashton to see the state she was in, with all her beautiful soft hair, all falling apart. The lovely healthy her to a pale, skinny her. She couldn't bear to see the face of him being heartbroken. She rather go through it all by herself, and walk the last lap of her life all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she finally passed away days before the O' Levels ended. Her funeral was settled discreetly, which was her last will, so that Ashton won't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there and then, Angelina pass Ashton something, it was a letter... A letter written by Angel, before she left. To this day, he could never forget what was written in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey dearest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sorry, that i keep this from you. I myself don't know what to say. I don't want to see you sad. So don't be sad, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just want you to know, you are the one I love the most in my whole life. You are the one who brought the greatest joy to me. Thank you for loving me, even though, we could not fulfil the dreams we had together. But I am sure, there will be someone out there who will take care of you for me. Don't think too much ok? No matter what, I will always watch over you in heaven. You will get to see me in heaven one day, right? So cheer up la... =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is so much more I want to say to you, but I don't know how to say. But i guess these words sums it all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving you always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your guardian,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading those words, with tears whelmed in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right then, the taxi stopped, and in front of him was Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped out of the taxi, took a deep breath, stare into the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he start his exciting day ahead of him. Till this day, Angel is still living in his heart, in a very important position, as someone he will forever in love with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--==[THE END]==--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114856202386319616?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114856202386319616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114856202386319616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114856202386319616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114856202386319616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-8-o-level-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114829400876828360</id><published>2006-05-22T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:35:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time they shared was the most wonderful time they had in their life. Everyday, it was always a better day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ashton, Angel is the best gift God can ever send him. Even when times were difficult, Angel was always by his side. Even though Angel could not comfort him with her voice, but every single time, her smile was enough to motivate him to stand up again. Her smile was just so mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was a very bright student, her result is always less than 10 points for her L1R5, and it is also because of her, Ashton, from a F9 student, improved drastically, to a polytechnic student calibre. Even though, his result may not be able to enter JC, but it is enough for him to enter one of the top courses in every polytechnics offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton thought after O' Levels, when Angel entered to the top JC, they would have lesser time together, cause the life of a Junior College student is very busy. But to his surprise, Angel told him, she won't be going to JC, she want to go to the same course in polytechnic as him, so that they can have more time together, and also can help one another out in their studies. For a straight As student to forsake the chance of going to a top JC, and study in polytechnic, where she will face even more pressure due to her disability, to Ashton, it is a waste of her. But no matter how Ashton pursuaded her, she stood firm on her decision. And Ashton was very very touched by the sacrifices she made for him. For where on earth, could he find another girl who will love him as much as Angel does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them were totally unseperatable, the love they shared was so strong, that nothing could come in between them and set them apart, Ashton thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all changed when the most tragic happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already September, O' Levels were drawing near. Due to their promises to study hard for their O' Levels, they had alot of tuition lessons, and remedials, and thus they stopped going out with each other, as they had promised one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they continued to talk to each other through SMSes, and through the Internet. All until 2 weeks before O' Levels, suddenly, Angel as if became missing. She never replied Ashton's SMSes, nor appeared online. Ashton was worried and wondered what happen. He ask Angelina, if anything went wrong with Angel. Angelina's reply to him was just that Angel was very busy with studies, as their mum was very particular about their results, so she could not use computer until her exams are over, and for her phone wise, her phone was spoil, that was why she couldn't reply him. She told him not to worry, just focus on his studies at the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton didn't suspect anything, and just didn't take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, O' Levels was over. Ashton studied the hardest for this time, in his whole entire life. He was so delirious that exams were over, and he could see Angel again. But who knows....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114829400876828360?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114829400876828360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114829400876828360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114829400876828360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114829400876828360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-7-time-they.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114805663958630121</id><published>2006-05-20T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:38:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? Love is a force that keep people going, Love is an energy that give people power to overcome problems, not alone but together. So does true love means smooth sailing? No... In fact true love have even more obstacles than anything else. Problems and difficulties will come your way and test the love a couple share, test the faith each of them have, but the most important is test the willpower of them to move on as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even between Ashton and Angel, would gurantee to have obstacles ahead of them. In fact, only 1 and a half months into the relationship, they met with a super big obstacle already - Parent Objection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel's mum got to know about them when Angelina shared with her. Even though Angelina put in a good word for Ashton, it did not change the impression her mum had. Due to the previous boyfriend Angel had, took advantage of her disablity and cause her to have alot of heartbreaks, her mum sterotyped the guys who were chasing after her as people who will take advantage of her. And thus, she always forbid her to have a boyfriend before entering university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day her mum found out about them, she was very hostile towards Ashton, forbiding him to see her, and grounded Angel. It was a very tough time for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a point of time, in order not to put Angel at a spot, even breaking up came across Ashton's mind. But it was Angel's boldness and perseverance changed his mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, Angel had an argument with her mum over the relationship with Ashton. Her mum insisted Ashton was not a good man for her, as she keep thinking Ashton got with her just to cheat her and take her advantage. Angel love Ashton like no one else, and she trust in him with all she had. The arguement was so serious until, Angel left the house that she grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a girl who was a good behaving child, to react in such a way, was totally unbelievable. But deep down in her heart, she knew, she would do anything just for Ashton, cause she knew it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ashton got to know about it, on one hand, he was happy cause he know how much he meant to her, on the other hand, he got very worried, as he did not want her relationship with her mum get worsen because of him. Finally, he got the help from his own parents who are very supportive of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next one week, Angel stayed at Ashton's house, while Ashton's mum informed Angel's mum that she was save and sound, and would encourage her to return home after a week. And throughout this week staying with Ashton's family, Ashton's family got to know her more, and they loved her even more as they found out Angel was really a nice and lovely girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people may look at it as a big problem ahead, but to both of them, it was a memorable memory to stay under the same roof with someone they loved, seeing each other everyday. Thus, allowing their love for each other to grow even more strong. It was this event, that let them knew, nothing can stop them if they overcome it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the week had passed, Angel finally return home, and everything got reconciled, through the peacemaking of Ashton's mum. And the biggest miracle was, Angel's mum allowed them together, after seeing the sincerity of Ashton taking care of Angel, and loving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that happened, they promised to each other, no matter what, they will overcome everything together, with the love they shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114805663958630121?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114805663958630121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114805663958630121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114805663958630121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114805663958630121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-6-what-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114794902135351528</id><published>2006-05-18T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:44:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life filled with love is totally different. Ashton felt like a total different person with the power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he woke up with a smile, looking forward just to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everything happen just too sudden, they decided to keep everything under wraps, and not letting the gang know first, wait until they are more stable in it, then they would announce their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got together, they were having June holidays, so almost everyday, they got to go out with each other. And that month was the sweetest time of Ashton's life. It was because of Angel, Ashton got to experience what was really true love. And both of them got to explore life in a different way, and of course with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel knew Ashton's difficulties in his studies, and she offered help to him. And that was the first time Ashton really sat down and concentrate so much on his studies. Guess that is really the power of love. They promised each other that they will help one another to achieve greater grades and make it to Polytechnic or JC. And it was because of this promise, Ashton got to where he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, they went out, the most important agenda was to study. Even though Ashton did not really like to study at the first place, but he realise, studying with Angel is completely different, it felt so fun to study with the one he love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship was kept a secret for weeks, until one day, Angelina felt weird that Angel had been going out with Ashton quite frequently, cause, Angel don't really like to go out, she usually liked to stick at home. And there and then, she saw both of them holding hands near their house in Bedok, and thus the cat got out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, Angelina questioned Angel, and start to tease her about Ashton. And that was part and parcel of being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first month anniversary, Ashton got a big suprise for her, he went all the way to her school and fetch her from classes, and brought her to the East Coast Park, as he plan the whole day programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their dinner, and after the dinner, they had a night stroll along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the sparkles of the stars, the touch of the sea breeze, at such a romantic night, Ashton hold her tight in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at that moment, they felt like the spotlight were on them, and they were the stars of the night. And right there, he took out something, something that melt Angel's heart totally. He had got her a Perlini Silver's necklace that he had been saving for weeks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel teared as she was touched by his love and sincerity. He wore the necklace for her, and at that right moment, they embrace and exchanges kisses. The long, romantic kiss sent their hearts pumping like a speeding bullet. It was the moment, the moment of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right there, under the shine of the moon, they embraced into each other arms, as they wait for the morning sun to rise upon their blissful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114794902135351528?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114794902135351528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114794902135351528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114794902135351528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114794902135351528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-5-life-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114787615081596285</id><published>2006-05-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:31:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All that happened were carved in their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seeing each other had become a longing in each other's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deep in their hearts, they both know, how much does each other means, yet, both of them just keep everything inside of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They experience a total new kind of longing for one another. The feeling felt weird, it is something that words couldn't describe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back at home, Ashton could not get to sleep. He keep thinking about it. And everytime he thought about Angel, a smile is worn on his face. A smile that depicts bliss and joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From then on, everyday, he went online, just to hope to talk to Angel. He would just even sit in front of the monitor, even when Angel was not online, in case she appeared any moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Both of them know how one another feel and thinks. But none of them made the first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ashton had been finding for the right opportunity to let Angel knows his heart. But he was too afraid to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Opporunities came and opportunities go, and still nothing is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And finally, the time came, and ironically, it was a time where no one will ever think it is the right timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The gang went to Ashton's grandfather's funeral wake. Angel couldn't make it in the morning, so she didn't came. Ashton was disappointed as he was hoping for Angel to appear among the group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After paying their respects and sat down to chat for awhile, the gang left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But suddenly, during in the late afternoon, the person that Ashton hope to see so much finally appeared. Ashton's face immediately lit up at the sight of her. He went forward to recieve her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ashton's mum came and ask him to introduce his friend to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And Ashton suddenly out of a sudden, took out all his courage and grapped Angel's hand and said "Mum, this is my girlfriend, Angel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angel got a shock of her life by Ashton's sudden action. But still she was happy about it, and she nodded to Ashton with a smile. And Ashton knew her answer for what he is hoping for, and he too couldn't hid his joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that was the start of a love story that will forever change their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114787615081596285?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114787615081596285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114787615081596285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114787615081596285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114787615081596285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-4-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114774359007086415</id><published>2006-05-16T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:39:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From admiration, they became very close friends. And all others were surpise how they can surpass the communication barrier when one couldn't speak, and the other don't know any sign language. Both of them could like read each other thoughts and feelings, which even Angelina, her twin sister can't achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything change one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton's grandfather pass away. Ashton was at the lowest point of his life, cause his grandfather was closest to him more than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton sms Angel, told her that he felt very miserable, a pain that was so pain that words could not describe. Angel&lt;br /&gt;rushed down immediately all the way from her house to find Ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there he was, sitting on the bench in the playground just next to his house, grief-stricken, with tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel went sitting beside him. She typed on her phone, "Even though, what i say may not help you to feel better, but still I want you to know, I am always here for you no matter what cause you mean alot to me." and showed it to Ashton. She give him a smile, an angelic smile that shine through the heart of Ashton, that brought a glimpse of warmth. And suddenly right there and then, Angel gave him a big tight hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like time had stopped. Everything around them stayed still. The hug felt like it was forever. The warmth and love Ashton felt, supercede every grief and pain that was hidden in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton felt it was like God had send an angel to comfort him.  And at that very moment, both of them knew, they had fallen in love with each other...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114774359007086415?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114774359007086415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114774359007086415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114774359007086415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114774359007086415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-3-from.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114753528719437179</id><published>2006-05-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:54:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Lim, 16 years old then, from one of the top girls school in Singapore. Having a cheerful and optimistic personality, always putting on a smile facing people around her. But behind her smile hid a painful past and circumstances that no one can understand, yet all that did not pull down her ongoing optimism in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, sorry we are late." Angelina apologized while pulling Angel behind her towards the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, it's ok. Just that lunch is on you, that's all" laughed Ashton in a cheeky manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry because was caught in a big jam. Treat you all next time alright?" pleaded Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;"And ya, anyway this is my sister Angel." she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hello." Ashton wave to her as he introduce himself.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, i was just joking anyway. Don't take it to heart." Ashton replied to Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the conversation in the group, Angel always hid behind her sister shyly, didn't even speak a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first impression she gave Ashton was, she seems weird cause all along, Angel always put on a smile at them but never spoke anything nor even mutter any sound. She is just so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while, he felt curious and finally ask Angelina about her. And that was when everything came clear. Angelina explained that actually her sister is a mute. She couldn't speak due to an traffic accident when she was only 6 years old. Ashton was quite taken aback when he heard that, cause in his mind, he thought, how come such a lovely looking girl, have to experience such tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his doubt was clear, He got to know Angel through another point of perspective. To him, now, he feel Angel is a very strong girl, she can become so cheerful and not be overcomed by her disablity and be able to studied in one of the top schools. All these are not possible without a strong determination and strong personality. Ashton admired her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout that day, both of them were like in their own world, getting to know each other as a new friend. They clicked very well, even though with a disruption of communication. Yet both of them were like so close, understanding what one another means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, everytime they have a gathering, Angel will always appear with her sister. Cause to her, she find Ashton interesting, cause frankly speaking, he was the first person that didn't look at her with sympathism and really respect her for who she is. And maybe that was the reason why both of them can clicked so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon after, they start talking to each other through smses and through email. And without himself knowing, Ashton appear in every single gathering just because of Angel. They start to get so close that, they could talk to each other online for hours and hours every single day. But at that point of time, between them were just plain admiration of each other personality and nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114753528719437179?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114753528719437179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114753528719437179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114753528719437179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114753528719437179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-2-angel-lim-16.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114741523226088173</id><published>2006-05-12T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:46:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry up, if not, we will leave without you!" Ashton's mum shouted across the house. They were preparing to leave for Sentosa, for it is a Public Holiday, and they are spending a day having fun out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me some time, i am finding my wallet!" replied Ashton as he franticly search for his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Tan, a 20 year old youth, who is studying in polytechnic doing his final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the messy drawers, he found his wallet, but not only that... Suddenly something caught his eyes... Something familiar. He reach out to it, and memories started to play back in his mind. It was a letter. A letter that was written by someone who meant so important to him. At that moment, it was like time has stop and everything quieten down. Ashton went into deep thoughts. But the silence was broken when his mum urged him to hurry. He grabbed his wallet and the letter in a rush and left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey to Harbourfront, he took out the letter and started reading it in his heart, word by word, memories played in his mind like a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 4 years ago... Ashton was still studying in a neighbourhood secondary school, doing his O' Levels that year. All along his secondary school life, he was not really doing well for his studies, and on top of that, mixing around with the wrong company deteroriated his results even more. But one person change all of that, a person who may not seemed significant or abled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton has another group of good friends: Angelina, Justine, Darren, and Ronald, always wanted Ashton to tag along to study together for their exams. But with his playful character, he had never appeared in any of their study outings. He join them for anything fun except studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they were having a day out in bugis planning to catch a movie, and Angelina brought her twin sister, Angel, along with her. That was the first time, Ashton got to know Angel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114741523226088173?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114741523226088173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114741523226088173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114741523226088173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114741523226088173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guardian-angel-chapter-1-hurry-up-if.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27967349.post-114741321880680747</id><published>2006-05-12T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:56:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I create this blog to jot down all the different love stories that are running through my head... Writing is a very good way to express how you feel... And i believe that my stories will also help me make my creativity rise up to a higher level, regardless of writing just stories or writing songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song contain a story... and Every story has a song that describes it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is what all humans are searching for... We use our whole life, on a journey to search for the love... Yes, some people may say... "Love ain't sweet... Love brings bitterness and sorrow..." I believe it is because we are looking for love at the wrong people, wrong timing, and at the wrong place... Life is never certain... Anything can happen... The most important is what perspective are you looking at your own stories... Instead of regretting and blaming things for happening... Why not take a step back, and see things at a different and lighter way... Maybe in that case, you may learn how to appreciate and treasure that feeling more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all will enjoy reading it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27967349-114741321880680747?l=windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/114741321880680747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27967349&amp;postID=114741321880680747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114741321880680747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27967349/posts/default/114741321880680747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windz-allaboutlove.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-create-this-blog-to-jot-down-all.html' title=''/><author><name>LoStWinDz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
