<?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-36962190</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116878195135941612</id><published>2007-01-14T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:47:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture speaks a thousand words.. (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7755/4141/1600/318669/Copy%20of%20NWY!s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7755/4141/320/871328/Copy%20of%20NWY%21s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116878195135941612?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116878195135941612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116878195135941612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116878195135941612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116878195135941612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='a picture speaks a thousand words.. (='/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116766749115184878</id><published>2007-01-02T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:48:17.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a holiday and PARTEH!! haha.</title><content type='html'>firstly, HAPPY NEW YEAR! people. may all of you have a great 2007 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so these are what ive been doing this december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 21st to 23rd - went for a holiday to vietnam. yeps, had a short trip with my cousie, aunt, uncle and cousie's fren. was really short, but still had fun tho.. =] trying to cross the ever so 'traffic-y' streets. lol. and shopped like CRAZZEEY! haha. had a great time there =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 23rd. went to sharon's house for housewarming. lol, came back from the airport, bathed, changed, and left straight for her house. =] met her elder bro, jason for the first time. he's dam cool. model. and joker. haha. and some of her frenz were there too, with eevin, isa, stanley and company. talked, joked, played arcade, watched 'night at the museum' and ate the delicious food. =] was really fun. thanks babe &lt;3* =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 24th- went to aun't house for a bbq/ christmas party. excellent food once again. and my eldest cousin came back from USA. so nice to see him after so long. yeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 25th- went to isa's house for christmas. got a pressie from cyrus and his family. a cool belt with a chain. =] thanks! and was fun too. played soccer for awile with tim, cyrus and stanley. talked crap too and had a 'soft-toy war". lol. =] haha. and oh, some F**KER stole my black/gold dunks. dam sway la.. first time shoes got stolen in that house.. had to be MINE.. on CHRISTMAS some more.. haiz.. but had a good time coz i spent it with **a***  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 26th- dad's birthday. bought him a jack daniel's tshirt. haha. relatives came over. and there was man u match that night. 3-1 was the score. ronaldo played dam well! and man u is the bomb! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 31st- new year's eve! went to isa's aunt's place. the house was really nice. had the cosy feeling. and they had a huge dog. haha. played cards, went to the playground, played taboo, took many photos and COUNTDOWN! was really fun. all were there. and everyone like knows about me and her.. oh well, =] haha. well i said it.. "i l*v* y** **a*** ". &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps, all the events. =]. had a great december!! especially from the 12th onwards. has been really fun all this while. oh well, everything comes to an end.. just like the hols. have to go back to school tomorrow.. =/.. im so not ready for it la.. brains are so freaking rusty.. hopefuuly everyone is like me.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gonna miss ya loadz** loveya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116766749115184878?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116766749115184878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116766749115184878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116766749115184878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116766749115184878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/holiday-and-parteh-haha.html' title='a holiday and PARTEH!! haha.'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116549506262498893</id><published>2006-12-12T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:56:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>havent blogged for like 10 days? lol. is that alot? oh well.. haha. well, stayed at my cousin's place 2 weekends ago. completed prisonbreak season 1 and a couple of movies. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then like went out with nige, yong quan and brandon.. i think it was last week.. haha. played pool again. but i dont know why, we never get sick of it.. maybe coz we're just too pro? haahaha. and we have discovered a new addiction. "Ferrari". well some people pronounce it as 'fellali' or 'fewwawi'. haha, anyways, its damn nice. the games lasts like 20 mins! and the sound effects like super loud. haha, its just fun. go try it! then we watched dejavu after that. i have to admit, the movie is seriously nice, with the whole movie always being thrilling. but it was ****ing confusing. during the movie, me and nige were like, "eh, wtf is going on?". lol. but it was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked/rotted at home for a few days and went out today again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea, finally met her today after like SOO long.. went to vivo and spent like the day there. was really good. watched a movie, ate, talked, laughed and sunset. =]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;glad we met today. *thanks. and see ya soon* &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116549506262498893?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116549506262498893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116549506262498893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116549506262498893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116549506262498893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116504320790843308</id><published>2006-12-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:06:47.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"gallery"</title><content type='html'>im so addicted to this song that's playing now. - gallery by mario vasquez. i keep hearing it over and over again. not because it has anything to do with me la.. i just think the rythm and lyrics of the song are very nice. seriously, listen to it, and if you don't like it, oh well.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got up at like 1230 today. why so late? haha, coz i came home at around 11+last night.. at 12am,  watched a movie - the marine. it was ok la.. like a watch-able movie. anyway, slept like around 2.45. so yea, got up today and oh, had a little testimonial frenzy with Sharon earlier today. fun? haha, maybe la. =]. then like edited my profile and stuff. got done with that, chatted online for awile and blogging now. haha, don't know what im going to do for the rest of the day. guess ill be tele-ing for the day. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only like 4 weeks left and i havent started on holiday homework! haiz.. as much as i want to do them, i just cant start. why? hm.. maybe im slacking for too long.. oh well, =]. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116504320790843308?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116504320790843308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116504320790843308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116504320790843308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116504320790843308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/gallery.html' title='&quot;gallery&quot;'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116481645590156594</id><published>2006-11-30T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:08:55.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie frenzy</title><content type='html'>yea, movie frenzy! haha, bought like around 16 movies and the WHOLE season 1 of prisonbreak yesterday! . now, my job is to watch all of them. lol, no la.. i not so free.. got other commitments too. but anyhow, i watched 4 out the 6 discs of prisonbreak already. hahaha. yep, 16 episodes done! stayed in my cousin's place yesterday and started the 'marathon' at 8+ pm. and slept at 4 in the morning. haha, watched prisonbreak all the way.. all the way.. haha so yep, slept at four and got up at ten. came home to settle some stuff and went back to my cousin's place to continue prisonbreak-ing. haha. im pro man.. i just into-ed my cousin to prisonbreak and now she's addicted to it. feels so good. lol. so yea, reached there, bought some food, a bottle of coke and cotined watching til like 8+? yea, haha, 16 episodes! still got 6 more and im going back on friday to finish it =]. but omg, still got so many movies to watch. oh well, anyone wanna watch? haha, call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;glad we're in talking terms too =]. thanks alot and once again, im sorry.. but yea, glad we're talking. hope we'll be very good frenz ya? =] *miss ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116481645590156594?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116481645590156594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116481645590156594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116481645590156594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116481645590156594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-frenzy.html' title='movie frenzy'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116464748555030215</id><published>2006-11-28T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:51:11.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>misunderstandings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ripped and torn, he sits at the corner of his bed. with the lights off, at two in the morning, he cries about the girl he truely loved. "what have i done?", "why did i do it?". they run deep through his mind as the tears roll down his face. he wishes he could go back in time and change what has happened.. broken, he takes out his phone and messages her.. 15 pages of sms.. he expresses his remorse and begs for her forgiveness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these, caused by misunderstandings which led to their break. they broke up, and she cries til she has more more tears. her sadness turns to anger and she feels no more for him. but he, his anger evolves to sadness.. and he still does love her.. but he says that he doesn't as he doesn't want her to hate him any more.. he doesn't even say that he likes her.. all this he doesn't say, so as to keep the friendship. but deep down, he loves her with all his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does he cry? if only he gave her that chance to explain, they could still be together.. she said stuff to him and hurt by those words, he got angry and told her things as well.. she ends up crying with sadness and he is filled with hurt and fury. the cause of this - a misunderstanding he wished they never had. he knows she's crying but the hurt in him had drained the sympathy which he always had. he ignores til that nite. "im sorry" she sends. he replies but it was still anger. she asks to give her explaination and he resumes messaging her. but she did not know that it meant that he wanted her to explain. his tone was such.. later, he says he never wants to speak to her again.. he says that only because he thought it would be easier to cope with the break up. but he knows he never meant it. all he ever wanted was to talk with her everyday. but he could not say it.. another misunderstanding.. she thinks he hates her. then she says "im sorry. i said those stuff because i wanted to work things out between us". shocked, he asks "you're serious?" and she says "yes, but now, after what has happened, i guess its dumb to think we'll get back together". he is silent, feeling really dumb. but he can't be blamed. the msges in the morning were in a different tone and its not his fault. and she cant be blamed either, for that same reason. but all this, everything, was caused by screwed up misunderstandings. they have thier last phone call.. he tells her he wants to give it another try, but.. "no.." is her answer to that.. so he tells her that that was the last time and there it ends with a simple telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that moment on, ALL his anger turns into sadness.. he knows its over and he cant do anything about it.. he goes to sleep and cries before he actually sleeps. the next day, his finger itches to touch his phone to message her.. but he did his best not to.. he wanted to get over it as soon as possible.. the whole day, he suffered, not being able to message her.. he thought that was what he wanted.. but.. it was not.. in the night, he could not take it any longer.. he wrote on his blog, and asked her to go see it.. she read it.. they chatted for awile.. he begged again.. apologies, begging, eveything..but she said no.. that was not what broke his heart.. what broke it was.. when she said she had no more feelings at all. even at that point, he still loved her but she probably did not know that.. the conversation ended soon and he felt a spear go right through his heart.. another night of crying.. he tried to lose his feelings for her, but it would never happen. he always loved her.. always.. but what was the use now? do you feel for the boy? he was just in a mess.. he said stuff he would never ever say to the one he loved so dearly.. but she made him do it.. but like said, it was a misunderstanding.. they both could not be blamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days past.. something in his mind told him to visit her blog. he did, and he read she was sick. he immediately messages her to check how she was doing.. "drink loadz of water, and rest alot too. take care alright? and ill pray for you..". she replies "thanks, but dont need to be nice to me.ill be fine. goodnight". care and concern he really had, but dislike and probably hate was what she had. he knew she was angry with him. he tries explaining to her that he still care for her and eveything.. but.. it ends soon, with another "we'll msg tomorrow. goodnight". he's not angry with her as he knew she had school the next day and she was sick.. he was not angry at all.. he was really sad that it ended up this way.. but more sad that she was not feeling well.. he prays.. and prays that she'll get well soon. he tears that night and lays in bed for hours before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day.. he eagerly waits for that message tone to ring.. hoping it would be her.. but it didn't come.. its 10 in the night.. he messages her enquring about her health and telling her once again that he did care for her alot.. even though they are done, he does still have alot of concern for her.. he actually loves her, but he says that he accepts her as a friend as he thoght that that is what she wanted. but truely, he does love her.. so she rplies, they message for awile and she invites him to her house for christmas in december. he is very happy to hear that and says he'll try to come, not wanting to give empty promises. and she tells him not to block her on msn but delete it. and she says good night. at first, he did delete her.. but the next second, he adds her back, and unblocks her.. he's just very messed up.. all he did was try to understand that he had to accept her as a fren.. he thought by not talking to her, he would be better.. he set his mind to unblock her as soon as things were better between them.. but she said this and he did that.. he explains again, that he needs time to recover about the break up and that blocking her was so he would not talk to her much.. he tells her that he does not hate her and everything else.. but what she replied was what that killed him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is so sorry for whatever wrong he has done.. he will do anything just to get her back even as a friend.. although he loves her, he does not expect her to love him back.. he has to face reality.. he'd die to get back together with her.. but he knows.. right now, all he wants her to know is that it was his fault for not letting her explain. he is so sorry about it and realises his mistake. he wants her to know, it was a huge misunderstanding and all he said, he never ever meant those mean stuff. he is just so sorry and hopes she'll be in good terms with him soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116464748555030215?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116464748555030215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116464748555030215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116464748555030215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116464748555030215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/misunderstandings.html' title='misunderstandings.'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116463569218994073</id><published>2006-11-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:47:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coach rox</title><content type='html'>so i talked to hisyam (hockey captain) last night on msn. told him that i wanted to go to school this morning for training. i know, my toe and all.. so i decided to just use the weights room.and he said yea, gave me some advice and said he'd help me tell coach. so, thanks hisyam. haha, yea. i felt that despite my fracture, i should still do some exercise to get back the long-lost fitness. and afterall, it's not like im so badly injured.. just the last toe.. so yea, wanted to show coach that im not slacking or anything.. haha. watched the match last night, and haiz. it was a draw. 1-1. so anyway, slept around 2+. set the alarm to 6.20 and expected to wake up. guess you know wad happened in the morning.. yea, i overslept till like 9+!! and would have slept longer but thank god, hisyam called me. he called to say that the rest were going to school to train after their run. and that the coach allowed me to use the weights room. so yea, rushed and got ready, and went to school. oh, ate oreo's for "breakfast". lol. so reached school, and the coach was with the b'div boys at the pull up bar, getting ready for circuit training. walking towards them , and sameer shouted " eh ram, breakdancer!". i was just thinking, wtf!, i told my coach i tripped and fell and this guy shouting this. luckylily the coach did not hear. haha. so waited for the briefing to finish and the coach came to me. and remember, he said i could use the weights room right? guess wad? he said no, i couldn't use. then i look at hisyam, hisyam look at me. lol, what a contradiction by coach. anyway, didnt want to waste my time doing nothing. so i just did parts of the circuit with the rest of the team. actually, only did the push ups. haha. not my fault la, the rest of it cannot do coz of my toe. so yep, i went for training. haha =]. went to far east plaza for lunch after training. and surprisingly today more people came. and that's a ggod thing - hockey bonding =]. so yea, it was hisyam, karan, huzaifah, me, fauzan, keenan, amet, samuel, sammer, zi yang and michael. lunch was fun, with eveyone laughing atjokes and making fun of each other. we came out of far east, and omg.. it was raining so heavily. we stood around for awile, and then some of them went home. me, fauzan, amet, samuel ,zi yang and sameer went took a bus to ps. and there, we decided to play pool for awile. so we had to walk to singapore shopping centre. and eventually, we could not escape the rain.. got a little wet. but oh well, we still reached there and played some pool. played for an hour or so, then went back to ps. got wet again. lol. anyway, me and fauzan left the rest. came back to sengkang. unexpectedly, the rain was equally heavy here. and no umbrella.. left choiceless, we walked about 1 hour in the F-ed up compasspoint where there's really nothing. we even entered metro! lol. but the rain became less heavy and we decided to go home. so yep, walked in the drizzle and reached home. feeling kinda cold and sick actually.. must be the rain.. haha, but i think rain is a good thing =].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116463569218994073?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116463569218994073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116463569218994073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116463569218994073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116463569218994073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/coach-rox.html' title='coach rox'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116455051192158130</id><published>2006-11-26T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:15:11.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>yes, finally i went out today. after staying at home for 5 days, yes, &lt;strong&gt;5 DAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;, i finally got of the house to go hang out. well, slept at 3 am this morning, after watching ARSENAL get THRASH by BOLTON 3-1. haha. it was so damn nice to see them lose. lol. anyway, slept after that. my phone rang at 8 in the morning. and i cant beleive that it actually woke me up. lol. yea, it was a message from fauzan. he asked me to tag along with him. ( he wanted to buy a hockey stick). so yea, 8 in the morning. haha. then w3e decided to call wee kang, amet, sameer and zi yang. so i called up sameer. and like you would expect the person to pick up the phone after a couple of secons right? coz they're sleeping and all.. but sameer picked it up on the first dial, like within a second. so i asked him, wanna go out? then he said "wah.. u call me at 8 in the morning to ask to go out?". im like WTF. he picked up on the first dial la.. lol sia.. so anyway, told him about it, messaged zi yang and layed in bed til 10+. then got ready at met fauzan at compasspoint. tooka train to dhoby gaut and played pool for awile. also played some arcade. the ferrari game is fun =]. haha, so zi yang and amet came to PS and 4 of us took a train to city hall. it was dam lame la.. amet and his lame crap. lol. we went to peninsula where fauzan bought a mazon 1000. after that, we walked to marina square and met with wee kang. glenn came after awile. then we just walked around for few hours. and omg, we took like duno how long to find the levi's store. haiz.. and oh, had ice cream =]. (chocolate). so yea, walked, walked and we ended up in swensen's. six of us went in but only 3 peple ordered. haha. but its fun la, talking crap and joking around. and SOME people with skitzo attitudes, right anot amet? haha. and oh, all this while, i was like so bloody cautious about my toe la.. tried to make sure no one stepped on it. but it got stepped on anyway.. and guess who did it? yea, my frenz. but lucky they stepped the other toes, not the fractured one. phew.. lol. so yep, that was preety much how the day went. came home after that and have been just listening to songs and slacking. waiting for midnight - Man U VS Chelsea. Man U is gonna own them! seriously. so people like collin, better dont come for training tomorow.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116455051192158130?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116455051192158130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116455051192158130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116455051192158130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116455051192158130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116438185720102798</id><published>2006-11-24T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:24:18.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>"i can't hate you anymore". is that a good thing or bad thing? i mean like there are two ways to see it. right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could mean that the person has been hating you, but right now, he just can't hate you any longer because he actually loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could mean that the person REALLY hates you alot. he hates you to the max and he cant hate you more as the amount of hate is at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which is it? i know, this is really random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i told you that i don't want to talk to you anymore.. but i don't really mean it. i said it of the anger and sadness, and you know how i was feeling. im not trying to justify what i did, but i wanna let you know that i did not mean what i said. im sorry.. i really do want to talk to you.. but after telling you that i dont want to talk anymore, im kinda afraid to talk to you because i do not know how you will react to me.. and i cant blame you for it.. but i just wish that you will give me another chance.. so if you're reading this, i hope you'll give me another chance and i hope you will talk to me and give me another chance. and i guess we'll just be friends for now.. but i do hope that you'll give us another try in the future. ill be waiting for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116438185720102798?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116438185720102798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116438185720102798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116438185720102798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116438185720102798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116437582059695166</id><published>2006-11-24T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:44:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant think of a proper title</title><content type='html'>went for my check-up at KK hospital today and thank god. the doc said my toe will be alright in 2-3 weeks. have to go back on 8th of december for X-ray though, but yea, 3 more weeks and i can go back for training!and they removed the cast and replaced with with something. i don't quite know the name for whatever they put, but its much better than the stupid cast. lol. and no more crutches!! finally. but have to like walk on my heel la.. so yea, its kinda wierd but, oh well.. haha. and omg, from monday til today, i did not even step out of the house. 5 days just at home = boredom to the max. can't wait to go out. so if ANYONE wants to go out, just let me know. ill definately come. haha, does it sound desperate? lol, dont care la.. just wanna go out. so yea, msg me if ya'll wanna hang out! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116437582059695166?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116437582059695166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116437582059695166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116437582059695166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116437582059695166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/cant-think-of-proper-title.html' title='cant think of a proper title'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116429194706701769</id><published>2006-11-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:25:47.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends forever =]</title><content type='html'>ok, since im in cast, ive been rotting at home for the last few days. and today, it was so darn boring staying at home watching TV the whole day.. there was nothing really to watch. anyway, did some reflecting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive realised that my friends are are very important. after all that thinking, i think that friends should always come first. (excluding family la..). yea, they are people who you can always turn to if you need any help. and they're always there to cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;my freinds:&lt;br /&gt;yong quan&lt;br /&gt;brandon&lt;br /&gt;bryane&lt;br /&gt;nige&lt;br /&gt;wee kang&lt;br /&gt;amet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*of course there are many more of them, but i cant list all. no offence yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the biggest mistake i did was putting you in the front. thinking that you were important and special.. tsk. after today, no more mistakes and no more you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116429194706701769?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116429194706701769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116429194706701769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116429194706701769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116429194706701769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-forever.html' title='friends forever =]'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116419917445515993</id><published>2006-11-22T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T04:41:22.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you come on my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you message me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i add you on msn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why was there the spark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we tell each other how we felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we feel the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we watch movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did we hang out together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why?why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you say those stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you do those things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why did you lift me up so high and just let me fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why?why?why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the list of 'why's' just keeps going on.. i just feel so dumb now.. for loving you, and for trusting you.. why do i love you so much when you are just.. for get it.. you'll never see it.. never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116419917445515993?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116419917445515993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116419917445515993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116419917445515993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116419917445515993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/why.html' title='why?...'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116411914105315253</id><published>2006-11-21T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:26:43.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 C's? i got another 2 more. Crutches and Cast!</title><content type='html'>so its like i went to macritchie at 7.45 am yesterday for a run. and i gotta say, after like half a year of not running, its quit tiring.. anyway, ran the whole thing with samuel. so after the run, we were told to go back to school for training. yea, so we went back to school. us B'div people played a few matches first. after the matches, we were already like half dead with the heat and all.. but still got conditioning. that was the worst..&lt;br /&gt;-70 log lifts&lt;br /&gt;-70 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;-40 step ups (no.. it has nothing to do with the movie la..)&lt;br /&gt;-20 diamond push ups, 60 standard push ups&lt;br /&gt;-intervals (4 x 150m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that's not tiring, try it after the 4.8 km run and the matches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, after training, went to see mr. arul for the sports conference breifing. lol, it was quite funny.. the presentation had some problem so we were signing in to our msn accounts to get people send us songs.. haha, dam lame la.. using msn in da PE department.. yea, so anyway, finished up with that aand we went back to the track.. we were like packing our stuffs ready to leave, until someone started doing some break-dancing moves. then like more people started doing it.. it was mostly handstands la.. so i tried it.. did it 2 times.. the third (and last) one.. i did the handstand, fliped forward, and *boom! smashed on the ground.. my back was hurting a little.. but got over it soon.. but when sat up, i almost fainted. my last toe was like facing outwards! like 70 degrees outwards!! it looked scary.. seriously.. then like my frenz gather around and were like shocked. i think anyone would be la.. coz like, how do u break your last toe while doing a handstand?? so yea, coach came, took a look at my 'toe' and decided to bring me to kk hospital. timothy followed along. reached the hospital, registered, and my coach left.. so it was juz tim and me.. oh yea, the nurse made me sit on a wheel chair.. lol. then went for X-ray. wah, the nurse was pro man.. already my feet like so pain, and she's asking me to get into wird positions to get the X-ray. felt like slapping her face la.. got done with it anyway.. and the doctor decided to cast it. and guess how long is the cast just for that small last toe? its from the toes ALL the way till like above my ankle.. and it is super thick.. it feels dam hot now.. so yep, put on the cast and then, da doc said i have to use cruthches. WTF?! and its like have to pay 30 bucks for the crutches and 25 bucks for some lady to teach you how to use it. dam lame.. i could have teached myself for free la.. anyway, my mom came to pick me up after that. oh yea, the time in the hospital was quite fun actually.. with timothy there.. he's SO fascinated with the wheel chair.. so you can guess what he did to me when i was in the wheel chair.. yea.. and lol! he said he was serious about joining wheel chair basketball! haha. well, good luck timothy. haiz.. it sux to the core! walking around with a big cast and 2 crutches.. and the therapist said ive to use the crutches for 6weeks!! hope she was kidding. so yea, i broke my toe by doing a handstand. how lucky.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116411914105315253?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116411914105315253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116411914105315253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116411914105315253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116411914105315253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/5-cs-i-got-another-2-more-crutches-and.html' title='5 C&apos;s? i got another 2 more. Crutches and Cast!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116386048315956822</id><published>2006-11-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T07:05:33.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blur or dumb? or both?</title><content type='html'>im really afraid now. i think i am geeting like.. super blur and dumb nowadays. in the last three days, ive done three blurr/dumb things. the day before yesterday, i met up with yong quan, nige, benedict and brandon. we decided to have lunch at KFC. yong quan, nige, brandon and me were Q-ing up to buy the food. when i reacher the cashier, i told her "erm.. can i have a chicken sandwich?" and she just stared at me and went like "huh?". at first i thought that she didnt hear properly. but i realised that it was kfc and not burger king. lol! felt dam dumb la.. then i said "oh sorry, i mean zinger". haha, was really dumb. nige and brandon were like laughing away la.. even i started laughing. lol. so yea, that was incident number one. yesterday, went to town at around 9 pm to meet my cousin. met up with her, and then we met my aunt and uncle. outside meridien. all of us had not taken dinner so we decided to go to vines for dinner. so we were waiting for a cab. then, for some reason, i was like in the middle of the road. as in like, in the middle of one lane. there was a car like comg towards me so my cousin called me to the pavement. instead of going there, i turned and watched the car come nearer. i know, its really stupid. but like i said, ive been like ultimately blur/dumb the past few days. yea.. so anyway, took me a few seconds to realise that there was a car heading towards me and eventually, i moved away. that is number two. and finally number three - we reached the restaurant, ordered and waited for the food. the soup came.. and since there were few bowls of soup, we asked the waiter which was what. and surprisingly, he wasn't sure. lol. so my uncle asked me to try the soup and see if it was chicken or mushroom. what would you have done? taste the suop to decide right? guess what i did? i took the spoon and stirred the soup, trying to find for pieces of chicken/mushroom. dumb right? then like everyone at the table started laughing la.. haiz.. seriously need to do something about my blurrness/dumbness. anyways, walked around in marina square this evening. and dam, the stuffs there are nice. and in the creative shop, the 6GB zen neeon was selling for $149!! isnt that like freakin cheap?? lol. and there was this really cool quicksilver hoody which is red. walao, i really wanted to get it la.. but dint bring enough cash.. but will get it soon though.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feeling lost and alone... and you, tsk. guess i was wrong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116386048315956822?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116386048315956822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116386048315956822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116386048315956822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116386048315956822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/blur-or-dumb-or-both.html' title='blur or dumb? or both?'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116341969518561829</id><published>2006-11-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:11:43.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping centre - catching?</title><content type='html'>today was quite interesting =]. interesting because we played "shopping centre - catching" (if there is such a thing. lol.). met up with sameer, zi yang, wee kang and amet at plaza sing. went to paradigm to play pool and we had loadz of fun talking crap and playing. how i know that we enjoyed? coz while playing, i looked at my watch at said "its only two..". and the next time i checked, it was 4.30! all of us were shocked. we didnt know that we actually spent 2+ hours palying pool. lol, that was how much fun we had. after pool-ing, we came back to PS to eat.. and yessss..... it was burger king again.. but still enjoyed it though.. haha. yea, then we decided to walk to cineleisure.. on the way, i duno why, but i suggested playing catching! and they agreed. haha, yea, so we decided to play catching in cine. it was DAM fun! we played for about one hour. but there were only two rounds.. because of wee kang and sameer la.. take so freaking long to catch zi, amet and me. at one point, the 2 of them went into a shop to look for us.. but we were juz behind the shop and they didnt even see la.. its like less than 10m but they didnt see.. haiz.. but cant do anything la.. its wee kang.. right anot wee kang? "let's go". hahaha! joke man.. joke.. we left cine close to 6 pm. went to heeren before leaving for home.. walked around there for awile and i came home after that.. thank god, another day has past..cant wait for training to start on friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;misses you alot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116341969518561829?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116341969518561829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116341969518561829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116341969518561829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116341969518561829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/shopping-centre-catching.html' title='shopping centre - catching?'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116325665395039445</id><published>2006-11-11T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:52:11.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING!!</title><content type='html'>yea.. boring.. really REALLY boring today.. woke up like at 11.45.. hm, is it late? no right? anyway, i slept at 2+ in the morning. so i guess its ok. haha. yea, so i took a shower after i got up. then.. cleaned up my room coz it was like dam messy. yea, then took lunch and watched TV. it's like rotting la.. just sitting on the sofa for like 3 hours? ya, it was really boring.. then, came online because she was online. chatted for awile and then i took a shower. i came back to continue the conversation but my com had some problem and i had to shut it down.. haizz. but i came online as soon as possible. just to talk to her =]. it felt a little empty but i even a word with her is good enough.. yea, and she's having dinner now. so i decided to blog till she comes back. missing &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;alot already.. anyways, got Man U match at 1.10 am. going to watch it if im awake. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people complaining about the rain today.. but why? in fact, i think its the only good thing that has happened today =]. really.. the rain just brings this very peaceful feeling. and you tend to have that cosy feeling when it rains. well ,i do. yea, its really nice when its raining =].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116325665395039445?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116325665395039445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116325665395039445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116325665395039445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116325665395039445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring.html' title='BORING!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116316996287976304</id><published>2006-11-10T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:48:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still..</title><content type='html'>haha. today was quite fun =]. met up with yong quan, nige and brandon at plaza sing- the usual place. and we played pool- the usual thing. lol! but today we played both 8- ball AND 9- ball.. yep. 9- ball is more fun you know? it's like the game can finish like super quickly la.. just need one one 9-ball combo and the game is yours.. haha, right anot yong quan? lol. and oh, we also watched 'step up' today. if you havent caught the movie, you should seriously go catch it. the story line is great and the actress is *coughs*. yea. haha, so yea, came home after that and was playing PS2 earlier. got bored with it, so i decided to blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. so lonely.. hm, maybe its just that i miss &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;alot.. yea, i really do.. even after what has happened&lt;em&gt;, i &lt;/em&gt;still &lt;em&gt;miss &lt;/em&gt;you loadz and needless to say&lt;em&gt;, i still love you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116316996287976304?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116316996287976304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116316996287976304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116316996287976304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116316996287976304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-still.html' title='i still..'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116300286677736175</id><published>2006-11-09T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:26:39.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>"i think we should stay as friends".&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if she told you that? how would you feel if after three months, that special someone says that line which you never want to hear? sad? angry? anything negative right? yea.. that's how i felt..i didn't even expect the break up. .at least not at that time.. i thought it would just be a quarell like before and we'd be ok with each other the following day.. but it was not like that this time round.. it was really over.. she wanted it.. haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116300286677736175?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116300286677736175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116300286677736175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116300286677736175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116300286677736175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116255946304487026</id><published>2006-11-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:24:11.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast foward</title><content type='html'>i shall continue from my first entry. but i have to sumarise it alot because it's too long and i need to get to the most important and recent part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the next three months were great. =]. i had loadz of fun with you! all the times we went out.. the first movie we watched together - click. i remember how i couldn't concentrate on the movie as my mind was constantly bothered by the thought.- "should i hold her hand?". but in the end.. i didnt do it.. i didn't want you to have a bad impression about me because it was only the second time we were going out. but soon or later i did. we grew much closer, sharing more secrets and stuffs. we went out a little more often, and talked on the phone more often. hm.. i think i remember the first phone call.. six seconds if im not wrong? haha. but it got much longer as we went on.. and every second of hearing your voice, it just felt like an angel whispering into my ears. really loved every phone call.. even if we were quarelling, i still felt quite good as i was hearing your sweet voice. so yep, although we quarelled a couple of times, the three months with you was still a very pleasent three months. how i wished it lasted forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116255946304487026?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116255946304487026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116255946304487026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116255946304487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116255946304487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/fast-foward.html' title='fast foward'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36962190.post-116241700344738640</id><published>2006-11-02T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:33:31.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July the 8th to August the 5th</title><content type='html'>After I told u about everything, you still decided that you want this to happen, after every minute we've been through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 8th of july, that fateful birthday, I turned 15. But all my hapiness on that day was was only bcoz I saw you. Coming out of my room, I saw you standing there, with that innocent sweet look on your face. I said hi and I got back one, with a wave, and the cutest smile anyone would have ever seen. Although we havent spoke at all, I juz felt that I was out of this world.. and that night, we both felt that spark between us. You're probably the best birthday present Ive ever had. I mean, who would have thought that we'd be together after day? After you left my house, I guessed that i was juz having hopes as high as the sky coz nothing was going to happen as we never exchanged numbers. But at around 1 am, you msged me and once again, I was out of this world. That was the main move for what turned out to be a beatiful three months. Our friendship blossomed into something else as we msged more often and talked on msn.. we found so much of common stuffs between us and loved to talk to each other. Our great friendship turned into a relationship only after one week. Although I knew I liked you, I kept it to myself as I did not want to spoil the friendship between us. But destiny would not bear to stand aside. You made the first move and told me you liked me... so i told you i liked you too... and from that day on, I knew I had met my angel, I knew that I would love you with my life and that you would love me as well. we loved each other were both so happy about it. although we live so quite far away, I always felt that I was with you coz I held you ever so tight in my heart. We told each other that we'd be there for the other no matter what.. we only met one month later.. one very long month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard mrt- the place where we first met after telling each other how we really felt about us. I remembered seeing you.. standing there at the corner, with that cute blur look on your face. I came up to you, we said hi and we walked all the way to the back of the platform. Then we took the train from Orchard all the way to Jurong for the gathering. The train journey was indeed very long but it felt like it lasted only a second.. You know why? coz i was with you.. everytime im with you I get this really nice feeliing in me.. I don't think there's a word for it coz it's really un-explainable.. but its a good thing.. so yea, we reached jurong and took a bus to the house. and i remember you wanted to let me go up first bcoz you didn't want the rest to suspect anything.. but I told you no, that we should go up together as i was afraid that something might happen to you.. that's how much concern i had for you.. we had only msged for one month and met on that day alreay.. but i already loved you so much by that time and i had that much of concern for you.. so we went up to the house and you should have seen the look on the faces of evryone there. the look of pure shock. they were like "how come you come together?" Haha, and I told them I saw you under the block so we came up together and I guess no one suspected.. other than my cousin. But the rest of the night was a misery. We didn't like speak a single word to each other.. im not blaming you for it coz i know it would have been awkward while the rest were around. we were so near, but yet so far.. all we could do was just look at each other.. haiz.. then around 12am, my mum came in and said i have to leave. This was like the only time i talked to you coz we said bye.. after I reached home, we continued messaging and we expressed the misery wghich we felt, not being able to talk to each other although we were together in the same house.. knowing that you felt that way, it kinda made me feel better ass i knew that you miss me as much as i miss you.. so yea, that was pretty much our first ''meeting"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36962190-116241700344738640?l=thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116241700344738640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36962190&amp;postID=116241700344738640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116241700344738640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36962190/posts/default/116241700344738640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thorncoiledheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/july-8th-to-august-5th.html' title='July the 8th to August the 5th'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11334405608117859542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
