<?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-1669178762629279684</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:28:00.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of the two..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669178762629279684.post-5527349695593743003</id><published>2007-02-05T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:31:13.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was told as a touching story, but i find it funny. the letter part. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Baby, we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Something has come up...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Baby, are you there??&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm leaving...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I can't believe this.[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp; yells furiouslyERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off thedamn phone!! (And hangs up).]&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you to go.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Would you run away with me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving onflight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Okay, I will sneak out &amp;amp; meet you at the park.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he givesher a note.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says...&lt;br /&gt;"Erica,You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did theright thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.- Ricardo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage &amp; crys for hours ]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely...&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets a phone call....&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Umm.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,]&lt;br /&gt;It says:"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;Hate = Love&lt;br /&gt;Never = Always&lt;br /&gt;Bitch = Baby&lt;br /&gt;Will not= will....&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica turns the T.V. on......&lt;br /&gt;[Breaking news]&lt;br /&gt;"An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead &amp; she had nothing to live for... ]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669178762629279684-5527349695593743003?l=tristan-cat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/5527349695593743003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1669178762629279684&amp;postID=5527349695593743003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/5527349695593743003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/5527349695593743003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-told-as-touching-story-but-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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-1669178762629279684.post-4217996391483623373</id><published>2007-01-25T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:58:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you are too used to the person's presence,&lt;br /&gt;and that person suddenly disappear,&lt;br /&gt;you will feel hurt and lost.&lt;br /&gt;This is when u need a replacement to fill that hole.&lt;br /&gt;A type of psychological illness.&lt;br /&gt;---The first time when i heard about this, i was a lil taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;COS, it is so freaking true and real and that statement actually STANDS!&lt;br /&gt;but.replacement is not that easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;Becos you have put in real feelings for that person and naturally its hard to find someone to replace that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;but i think. Distractions are essential to keep yourself from being too EMO.&lt;br /&gt;like polishing your nails.&lt;br /&gt;Putting on a new coat of polish.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;reading.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs.&lt;br /&gt;cryiNG.&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;EAting.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends and have FUN.&lt;br /&gt;WALAWALA. snowball.&lt;br /&gt;hoegarden.&lt;br /&gt;singaporesling.&lt;br /&gt;ALL that will help..&lt;br /&gt;i guess.just not finding replacement.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraxted From Yenling's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Very True and Meaningful =D&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669178762629279684-4217996391483623373?l=tristan-cat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/4217996391483623373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1669178762629279684&amp;postID=4217996391483623373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/4217996391483623373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/4217996391483623373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-are-too-used-to-persons.html' title=''/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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-1669178762629279684.post-3746351759608879089</id><published>2007-01-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:52:38.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Star Performer Of this Week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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Weeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;Star Performer of the week champion! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669178762629279684-4685806494772234457?l=tristan-cat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/4685806494772234457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1669178762629279684&amp;postID=4685806494772234457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/4685806494772234457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/4685806494772234457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/2007/01/announcement-im-2-weeks-back-to-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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-1669178762629279684.post-7596505256069847091</id><published>2007-01-22T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:51:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slotting entries now..&lt;br /&gt;since that K (with a capital k) po said it looks empty. lol...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;flood&lt;br /&gt;flood&lt;br /&gt;flood&lt;br /&gt;flood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it looks now? haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669178762629279684-7596505256069847091?l=tristan-cat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/7596505256069847091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1669178762629279684&amp;postID=7596505256069847091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/7596505256069847091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/7596505256069847091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/2007/01/slotting-entries-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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-1669178762629279684.post-1891306376599464767</id><published>2007-01-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:48:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The faces of two.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you choose...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.o.s.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1669178762629279684-1891306376599464767?l=tristan-cat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/feeds/1891306376599464767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1669178762629279684&amp;postID=1891306376599464767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/1891306376599464767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1669178762629279684/posts/default/1891306376599464767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristan-cat.blogspot.com/2007/01/faces-of-two.html' title=''/><author><name>tristan cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276353377460791394</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>
