<?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-5003280</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:41.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love story.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`damaged</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>552</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-2966381695256976026</id><published>2007-05-31T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:55:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYONE HAS THEIR WEAKS POINTS.SO DONT TALK TO ME AS IF YOU DONT!I ADMIT I HAVE MY WEAKNESSES.BUT AT LEAST I THINK IM NOT ASFAKE, HYPOCRITICAL AS YOU!BITCH.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/2966381695256976026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=2966381695256976026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/2966381695256976026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/2966381695256976026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-has-their-weaks-points.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-1553437039449669951</id><published>2007-05-16T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:22:20.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt steal your mumnor did i kill your parentsso STOP giving me that fucked-up attitude of yoursWHENEVER you LIKE it.fakepretentioushypocriticalmanipulativethese are the ONLY words i can think ofto describeYOU</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/1553437039449669951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=1553437039449669951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1553437039449669951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1553437039449669951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-didnt-steal-your-mum-nor-did-i-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-1193354470299195364</id><published>2007-05-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:33:58.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changes.dont everyone go through that?some people like the change,some people wont.people change from beingchildish to maturedmatured to childishanti-social to socialand in all different ways.for me.i believe i have.to be someone who thinks too much.call it a little bit more maturedif you want to.in the past,i didnt worry much about anything.for example,estudying used to be for studying,enjoying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/1193354470299195364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=1193354470299195364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1193354470299195364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1193354470299195364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/05/changes.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-2805002119957272409</id><published>2007-05-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:18:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i ran into someonejust that other day.im deeply affected by it.i still cant believehow come you have changed.someone who used to beshygigglysmileyto someone who isarrogantact cool.it disgusts me.and it hurts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/2805002119957272409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=2805002119957272409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/2805002119957272409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/2805002119957272409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-ran-into-someone-just-that-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-8022209737060975564</id><published>2007-05-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:01:32.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decided to revive my blog. (:recently, someone told me that i look very trouble-free; carefree.i guess how you look at life will play a part in this.many things happen without a reason,and you wont understand why it has to be you.but how you face up to them is the important point.brooding over senseless people isnt worth it.your life is yours.you can control it to a certain extent. (:people are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/8022209737060975564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=8022209737060975564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8022209737060975564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8022209737060975564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/05/decided-to-revive-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-8482984730389212954</id><published>2007-03-04T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:44:35.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she was just looking through people's accounts.people who used to be in the same class as her.everyone at that point of time wanted to quit,or maybe just have a change in teachers.however, she was the one who quit the first.never did she realise, everyone stayed on.and they are all doing so well.all of them are most probably able to cut out a career from ballet.but her?who could she blame?herself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/8482984730389212954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=8482984730389212954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8482984730389212954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8482984730389212954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-was-just-looking-through-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-1381050250499807337</id><published>2007-02-11T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:09:21.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was just thinking about some things.random thoughts. but it sparked off because of something i read.who were you to criticise my dream of wanting to become a psychologist.she kept criticising my character and my grades.but when i found out the truth.your grades are much worse.and your dream ambition is actually the same as mine?well. we will see who gets the job in the end. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/1381050250499807337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=1381050250499807337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1381050250499807337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/1381050250499807337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-just-thinking-about-some-things.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-433842249023650229</id><published>2007-02-03T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:09:21.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>place for emotional issues = you're wrongarent blogs meant for saying all the emotional stuff like what jiayi says.but i think twice about it now. i dont think so.it is not a place for me to say my darkest feelings anymore.it is not a place where i can confide all my fears and unhappiness anymore.she killed my interest for everything.and she killed my joy.inside her, she's secretly happy for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/433842249023650229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=433842249023650229' 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/8402831200134869096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=8402831200134869096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8402831200134869096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/8402831200134869096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-goes-around-will-definitely-come.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-116947131421773273</id><published>2007-01-22T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:08:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is getting stressful.loads of subjects mounting up onto your head. and yet nothing's been done.parents are having so much problems and they just throw it onto their children.instead of spending good times with everyone in school,im guarding against almost everything and anything.its very difficult to let your guard down when you hear rumours and gossips and hypocrital comments.even if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/116947131421773273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=116947131421773273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116947131421773273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116947131421773273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-is-getting-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-116909497017880113</id><published>2007-01-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:55:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>redid my blog once again. (:many times i wanted to delete this blog. but i have decided not to. this place is one of the most treasured things i have in life. it has been with me from the ups in my life to the downs. this is where hold my innermost feeings. (:3 more weeks. exams will be coming. has anyone started studying? this semester has passed so fast. its the end of debarment week tomorrow. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/116909497017880113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=116909497017880113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116909497017880113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116909497017880113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2007/01/redid-my-blog-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-116633257743542113</id><published>2006-12-16T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:16:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know this blog has been dead for a very long time.but now im resorting back to this place because this is the only place where i wont be judged.taints of depression are haunting me once again.could be the monthly periods which are giving me extreme moodswings this time?suddenly, i feel that there's alot of weight weighing on me.is it because of the stress i feel from the relationship?the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/116633257743542113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=116633257743542113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116633257743542113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/116633257743542113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-this-blog-has-been-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-115065067129945300</id><published>2006-06-18T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T10:11:11.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decided to start the habit of blogging before everyone continue screaming in my ears.everything has been going well. except school.ive got no idea who im going to finish up all my projects. because im totally not motivated at all.every single quarrel we have, no matter big or small. alwats turn out alright. (:thats a good thing.im beginning to think that everything btw us is going to last.i hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/115065067129945300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=115065067129945300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/115065067129945300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/115065067129945300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/06/decided-to-start-habit-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114656662882812111</id><published>2006-05-02T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:43:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. where have i disappeared to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114656662882812111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114656662882812111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114656662882812111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114656662882812111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114423472162117364</id><published>2006-04-05T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:58:41.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love is made by two people,in different kinds of solitude.it can be in a crowd,but in an oblivious crowd.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114423472162117364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114423472162117364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114423472162117364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114423472162117364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-made-by-two-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114312689929850087</id><published>2006-03-23T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:14:59.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'i love you more than the highest mountains'thats what you always say to me now.i hope you do mean it from the bottom of your heart.finally things between us have been moving on pretty fast.all the more i dont wanna lose you again. (:i love you babyboy. *muaah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114312689929850087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114312689929850087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114312689929850087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114312689929850087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-you-more-than-highest-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114274243905353534</id><published>2006-03-18T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:27:19.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im more confident now that you cant snatch her back from me again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114274243905353534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114274243905353534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114274243905353534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114274243905353534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-more-confident-now-that-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114260849427931395</id><published>2006-03-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:14:54.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your kiss just blew me away today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114260849427931395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114260849427931395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114260849427931395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114260849427931395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-kiss-just-blew-me-away-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114251196887357656</id><published>2006-03-16T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:26:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WHOLE NEW ME.this whole week has been filled and is going to be filled with going out.monday-alts and cassandra.tuesday-cassandra and geow.wednesday-her.thursday-maylin and her.friday-jiayi.saturday-ana and her.the only things in my mind every morning when i wake up.what clothes am i going to wear?am i going to style my hair today?what shoes am i going to wear?which bag am i going to use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114251196887357656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114251196887357656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114251196887357656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114251196887357656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/whole-new-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114207505604190801</id><published>2006-03-11T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:04:16.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right now. i wanna make something clear.if anyone who reads my blog gets unhappy bout the stuff i write,please FUCK OFF.dont go around complaining to anyone so that they can interfere with what the fuck i write here.if you're unhappy, just jolly well not read.if you dont appreciate what im trying to say,so be it.fuck off from this blog.thats all i can say.DEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MISS YOU! ):</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114207505604190801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114207505604190801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114207505604190801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114207505604190801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114187880159497099</id><published>2006-03-08T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:33:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what happened yesterday. lets see. met cassandra and clarence at about 3pm. went to the arcade and had lunch. headed down to suntec and had waffles. (: *yumyum. den went to the arcade again. den headed for the acjc band concert. we left during the intermission and jillian headed home. the 3 of us decided to go kbox. ahahax. and we sang. till about... 11.45pm? reached home just slightly past </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114187880159497099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114187880159497099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114187880159497099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114187880159497099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114173377123273796</id><published>2006-03-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T04:20:02.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to the one who loves her so much[not me]:stop asking her for a patch. dont throw away your dignity and pride just because of her. i know how much you love her. but honestly, she is not worth it now. she has changed. she isnt the girl you used to know in the past when both of you together. im telling you this not because i want to lure you away or anything, but i dont want to see another girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114173377123273796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114173377123273796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114173377123273796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114173377123273796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-one-who-loves-her-so-muchnot-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114109511689725199</id><published>2006-02-27T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:51:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's only so much i can hold out.thats it.im flying away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114109511689725199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114109511689725199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114109511689725199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114109511689725199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-only-so-much-i-can-hold-out.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114092976277462966</id><published>2006-02-25T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:56:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyday has been going on well. except fer the fact that im a lil too lazy to blog. *grins. everything has been going fine. EXCEPT for the fact that im sooooo going to fail child development 1.3. fucked up paper. didnt study everything i was supposed to study. picked the wrong topics to focus on. how dumb can you get yenyi? what if you need to repeat this whole module over again? is it that fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114092976277462966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114092976277462966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114092976277462966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114092976277462966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/02/everyday-has-been-going-on-well.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114034126094568646</id><published>2006-02-19T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:27:41.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday - went to ps macs to study with bitch. (: released all the anger in me again. feels good though. since you like ruining my reputation so much. i shall do the same. right bitch? den ky and her friends came down fer awhile. den we went out seperate ways. den we walked to town to do some shopping. rather. retail therapy. but found nothing. besides the 3 guys that were stalkin BITCH. all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114034126094568646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114034126094568646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114034126094568646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114034126094568646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-went-to-ps-macs-to-study-with_19.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-114010736273761757</id><published>2006-02-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:29:22.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was such a good day. (: although i silly-ey woke up at 6am. thinking that i would have needed 1 hr to make up, tie hair and choose clothes with packing of stuff. in the end, i decided to just tie my hair normally instead of pinning it up. so guess what? i ended up taking only 30mins. silly me. den came all the way to school by 8am. did some labelling. den we started getting ready for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/114010736273761757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=114010736273761757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114010736273761757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/114010736273761757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-such-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113991519007105815</id><published>2006-02-14T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:06:30.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy valentine's day.lovely day for others.fucked up day for me.you could even tell me so what if im attached. i cant go out anyway.you said that you thought bout my feelings.oooh yes. you so did aye.to YOU whom SHE might be meeting tonight.she still loves you.yes she does.no im not lying.she will meet you tonight no matter how tired she is.because she still loves you.go get her back.and yes. i </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-113872139826768770</id><published>2006-01-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:29:58.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crying that help anymore.neither does kneeling down till legs turn numb.neither are pills.what else can end all these pain im suffering.im sick and tired of quarreling.all you know is that i love quarreling with you.do you really think i like it?think before you assume that its my hobby.im totally tired.physically, emotionally and mentally drained.you say you are too.but are you sure?im so tired </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113872139826768770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113872139826768770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113872139826768770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113872139826768770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/01/crying-that-help-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113854076183506847</id><published>2006-01-29T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T05:22:03.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you dont understand the things i do.ive explained myself so many times.dont you think i wanna forget you if i had a choice.ive tried so hard so many times.nowadays, all you care is bout your phone feelings.blabbering nonsense whenever you get irritated.did you care bout my feelings better saying those nasty things.i admit im giving you shit.all thanks to me being unable to control my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113854076183506847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113854076183506847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113854076183506847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113854076183506847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-dont-understand-things-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113767467979604752</id><published>2006-01-19T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T04:44:39.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. i just realised that i havent been blogging for so long. blogging just didnt seem to occur me.what can i say. everything is still bad. or shld i say. even worse now.no matter how hard i try. everything seems to be wrong.in whatever i do.whether i cry or not.whether i talk or not.whether i smile or not.whether i sleep or not.whether i study or not.whether i listen or not.whether i understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113767467979604752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113767467979604752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113767467979604752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113767467979604752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113560495949258850</id><published>2005-12-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T05:49:19.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i knew that our lifestyles were different.i knew that our thinkings were different.i knew it right from the start.i wasnt like you who only realised it now.i know you made the effort those 2 days.i must admit that those 2 days were the happiest days in the past few months.besides those days when we got together.but you felt that we're not compatible.i always thought that our love cld surpass all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113560495949258850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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have for the one i love.dont be afraid that i will get rejected.dont be afraid that my love wont be reciprocated.dont be afraid that my heart will be broken.so here i am, going tu confess how i feel for you.i love you with all my heart.yes i do.no matter how much you have hurt me,no matter how much i know you're going to hurt me,i just cant stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113526409893754647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113526409893754647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113526409893754647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113526409893754647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/read-email.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113509179212256769</id><published>2005-12-20T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:16:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depression is the only word. quite a no od downs happened to us this week.i donno why this is happening. i wanna know the answer so badly.dear is FINALLY back! hehe. met up with her today. (:lets meet up loads and loads of times this time you're back. alrights?baby. how i wish we could spend more time together. sighs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113509179212256769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113509179212256769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113509179212256769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113509179212256769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/depression-is-only-word.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113447221653347445</id><published>2005-12-13T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T03:10:16.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im trying my best tu ignore what people say bout our relationship.but whenever i hear those people's name.i tend tu think that im a burden to you.a burden that causes you to get nagged and scolded by people who supposedly call themselves your good friends.i donno why im feeling this way.sigh.someone. please. save me. from feeling this way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113447221653347445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113447221653347445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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all the answers never giving inbut baby since you ve gonei admit that i was wrongall I know is im lost without youim not gonna liehow my going to be strong without youi need you by my sideif we ever say we ll never be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113413394298314572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113413394298314572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113413394298314572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113413394298314572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-i-can-be-little-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113404586414695260</id><published>2005-12-08T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T04:44:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i still need youi still care about youthough everything's been said and donei still feel youlike im right beside youbut still no word from younow that you're goneinstead of moving on,i refuse to seeand i keep coming backand im stuck in a momentthat wasnt meant to last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113404586414695260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113404586414695260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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would have gladly bought it fer both of us. cos this had engravings. but i guess everything is too late. i know that i have to let everything go and move on. and i can only keep those memories in my heart. i donno if things will work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113403271782271898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113403271782271898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113403271782271898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113403271782271898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-jurong-point-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113396123416342049</id><published>2005-12-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T05:13:54.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please make these reindeer hurrywell their time is drawing nearit sure wont seem like Christmasuntil my baby's herefill my sock with candyand a bright and shiny toyyou wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joythen santa, hear my pleasanta bring my baby back to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113396123416342049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113396123416342049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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more.a lie that was supposed tu make me move on.i was in the process of moving on.but you just had tu tell me its a lie.im grateful tu know that yer still love me.but whats your reason fer telling me that?is it cos you wanna patch up?cos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113395954624916925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113395954624916925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113395954624916925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113395954624916925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-told-me-that-whatever-you-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113353372278894808</id><published>2005-12-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:28:42.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i feared all this while has come.are you telling the truth?cos i really dont believe that feelings can change overnight.really.is it because you have been lying tu me all these while?or the feelings fer her resurfaced upon hearing that she got attached tu someone else?or is it because you dont wanna hurt me so you told such a lie.a lie that made me break down so much.a lie that makes me feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113353372278894808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113353372278894808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113353372278894808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113353372278894808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-feared-all-this-while-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113300482556116281</id><published>2005-11-26T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:33:45.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these 3 weeks werent easy tu pass.having tu have accept the fact that i lost you.and now i have tu accept that fact that you still like her a lil.things aint getting easy tu handle.will i have enough strength tu hold out.cos i know, no matter what im not going tu leave your side.call me stubborn or stupid.but whatever it is, im going tu keep tu my promise.never ever leaving your side no matter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113300482556116281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113300482556116281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113300482556116281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113300482556116281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-3-weeks-werent-easy-tu-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113197463534349212</id><published>2005-11-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:23:58.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i kissed youwould fireworks flywould angels sing with lollipopswould dinosaurs crywould babies all gurgle in laughter and surpriseif i kissed youif i kissed youwhat would michelangelo saywould he still have sculpted Davidwould we be immortalised in claywould the poets write of love like ourswould John Donne have his sayif i kissed youyou could be one in a millionyou could be the one for mebut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113197463534349212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113197463534349212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113197463534349212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113197463534349212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-kissed-you-would-fireworks-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113110633576810658</id><published>2005-11-04T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:21:36.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone.please.kill me now.everything happened so fast.why did we have tu end this.please promise me,that we will get back together soon.it only happened at 6am this morning.it has been less then 24 hours,and im beginning tu die out.there's no more tears left tu cry.didnt sleep the whole night.but even after taking a pill of relaxer,i still cant get tu sleep.i cant accept the fact that i lost </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-113104243974111630</id><published>2005-11-03T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:29:40.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the tortured souls, the impossible dreams, the agony and the ecstasy of creation.dear* cheerup. =)) how do you expect me to be happy and alright when you're not? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113104243974111630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113104243974111630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113104243974111630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113104243974111630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/11/tortured-souls-impossible-dreams-agony.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113100991005018014</id><published>2005-11-03T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T01:25:10.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent blogged fer almost a week.school started. we shldnt even be going tu school this week.wanna know something.i really donno what tu blog bout.i know it sounds lame.but ya.ahahax.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-113033537740004926</id><published>2005-10-26T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:02:57.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont ask me tu descibe this feeling i have inside.its a fear of losing you.dont ask me why do i feel this way.i myself dont know.im so afraid that,one day you will wake upand realise that you actually dont love me.and all that all the feelings you feel fer me noware just meer illusions.im afraid that,one day she will say certain things tu youand realise that you have been loving her all these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113033537740004926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113033537740004926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113033537740004926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113033537740004926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-ask-me-tu-descibe-this-feeling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113021988575510709</id><published>2005-10-24T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:58:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 2ND MONTH BABY!remember that you will always be the one i love. (:*muaah.(:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113021988575510709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113021988575510709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113021988575510709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113021988575510709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-2nd-month-baby-remember-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-113005461463745884</id><published>2005-10-23T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:03:35.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is back tu normal again.the fault lies with me.im getting angry over lil stuff that i shouldnt.i somehow forgot how tu control my feelingsi just wanna saythat no matter how much you make me angry.i still love you with all my heart.and please remember that noone can ever replace that place you have in me.so stop saying that particular sentence which is not true yea?(:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/113005461463745884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=113005461463745884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113005461463745884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/113005461463745884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/everything-is-back-tu-normal-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112991155380190695</id><published>2005-10-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:19:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>worried.insecure.unprotected.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-112980066407167346</id><published>2005-10-20T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:31:04.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this a dream?if it is, please don't wake me from this highive become comfortably numbuntil you opened up my eyesto what its likewhen everything's righti cant believeyou found mewhen no one else was lookinghow did you know just where i would be?yeah, you broke throughall of my confusionthe ups and the downsand you still didn't leavei guess that you saw what nobody could seeyou found meyou found</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112980066407167346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112980066407167346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112980066407167346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112980066407167346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-this-dream-if-it-is-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112935107387585165</id><published>2005-10-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:37:53.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she's mine. all mine. =)and NO. im not kidding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112935107387585165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112935107387585165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112935107387585165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112935107387585165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/shes-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112900686294180194</id><published>2005-10-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:01:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally met up w sweetheart yesterday. (: it was pretty alright. she said some stuff that led me thinking bout this whole thing. hmm. questions and more questions started popping up in my head. den headed tu the beach with babyboy after that. all tu a a bloody sunset which we saw with trees and more trees blocking it. so much fer watching a sunset uh. yesterday certainly made me happy. (: ahahax.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112900686294180194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112900686294180194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112900686294180194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112900686294180194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-met-up-w-sweetheart-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112886805688846266</id><published>2005-10-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:28:17.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's something i dont understand.no matter how much i think bout it.i still dont.i dont understand why you don wanna tell her.or rather you feel afraid tu tell her bout us.do you really think she will do something tu me.or is there something you aint telling me bout.no matter how much i ponder bout this.i still dont understand why.its bringing both me and her pain.so why cant we just make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112886805688846266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112886805688846266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112886805688846266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112886805688846266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-something-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112884272269808356</id><published>2005-10-08T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:31:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>without love, we are birds with broken wings ; love each other or perish.-yvt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112884272269808356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112884272269808356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112884272269808356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112884272269808356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/without-love-we-are-birds-with-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112869733964555419</id><published>2005-10-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:02:19.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im beginning tu wish that fairygodmothers are real.because im running out of energy.im running out of energy tu put on this smile on my face everyday.when i don even know why im feeling down.is it moodswings.or the insecurity im feeling now.fairygodmother,please let her do something tu make this feeling go away.i swear i cant bear tu lose her.no matter how much i wanna give up.because i know that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112869733964555419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112869733964555419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112869733964555419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112869733964555419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-beginning-tu-wish-that.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112868834942150346</id><published>2005-10-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T05:32:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> why are you doing things at the expense of me? have you actually really thought bout my feelings?dear! where are you? i feel like hugging you and cry my eyes out now. sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112868834942150346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112868834942150346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112868834942150346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112868834942150346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-are-you-doing-things-at-expense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112860572531203955</id><published>2005-10-06T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:39:39.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out w babyboy today. things are getting better I THINK. although i always say dont use the word 'think'. but i cant help it this time. we walked so much that my legs are already starting tu ache. watched red shoes today. it was fucking scary. damnit. even she was scared. hehe. ate dinner. yes, i ate but she didnt. as expected. yupps. (: wanted tu get the rings today, but no, she said dont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112860572531203955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112860572531203955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112860572531203955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112860572531203955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-out-w-babyboy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112841609900685645</id><published>2005-10-04T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:57:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby:im having my moodswings again.im nonsense-ing away every night.im beginning tu get irritated at lil things.im venting my emotions ontu you.im beginning tu be unable tu hide whatever i feel.im beginning tu be cranky again.so today, ive got 2 things tu tell you. and im going tu say only once cos i mean it from the bottom of my heart. (:im sorraye fer all the things ive done tu make yer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112841609900685645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112841609900685645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112841609900685645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112841609900685645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/baby-im-having-my-moodswings-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112823959551666786</id><published>2005-10-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:53:15.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back from malacca yday. it was a pretty bad day yesterday. [if you wanna know what happened, read suelin's blog. (:] den got pretty cranky last night. sorraye bout that baby. shouldnt have vented it on you again. i swear i wont do it again. ): slept fer only 4 hours last night. woke up at 9am den kenneth and jeaninne came over this morning. after eating, we decided tu play monopoly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112823959551666786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112823959551666786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112823959551666786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112823959551666786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-came-back-from-malacca-yday.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112782034158518071</id><published>2005-09-27T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T04:25:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from the korean drama serial on saturday night."a girl will always get unhappy if she finds that her boyfriend is contacting an ex who is still in love with him. although she may trust her boyfriend, knowing that he only loves her alone and not anyone else including his ex. she will still be unhappy. as long as there's anything tu do with ex-es, she will get upset."no matter how much i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112782034158518071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112782034158518071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112782034158518071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112782034158518071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-this-from-korean-drama-serial-on.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112765245058330966</id><published>2005-09-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:47:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything was a misunderstanding last night. but she did almost give me a heart attack last night. ahahax. but she promised never tu do it again. lets see how true that will be. ((:HAPPY 1ST MONTH BABY! *MUAAH.i just wanna tell you that i love you. and i really do mean it. (:i love yer more every day.and nothing will take that love awaywhen yer need someonei promise i will be there for youi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112765245058330966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112765245058330966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112765245058330966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112765245058330966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-was-misunderstanding-last.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112757685686322321</id><published>2005-09-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:47:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i never knew i would be crying 15mins before the 25th.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112757685686322321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112757685686322321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112757685686322321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112757685686322321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-never-knew-i-would-be-crying-15mins.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112756099959703159</id><published>2005-09-24T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:23:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back from bangkok. time seemed tu have pass so damn slowly. maybe cos i was missing. damnit. ahahax. now i know what does it mean by absence makes the heart grow fonder. but it seems like this time it should be absence makes one grow more straightforward. hehe. right babyboy? hehe. this time was only 4 days. africa is going tu be 11 days. i wonder how am i going tu survive that 11 days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112756099959703159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112756099959703159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112756099959703159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112756099959703159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-came-back-from-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112695566501363905</id><published>2005-09-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:14:25.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out today. things were very shy-fied. as EXPECTED right smallboy? ahahax. den they went off. me n bitch headed down tu town. we were so bored we headed back home at 5pm. that was how bored we were. cos we thought we werent having dinner w darling and carol. den came home. met SOME people at the bustop. i wanna say 'nice things' bout her but im not allowed to. never. i just wanna say 2 words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112695566501363905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112695566501363905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112695566501363905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112695566501363905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112688504580788122</id><published>2005-09-16T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:37:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i loathe seeing the photos of both of you together. or even having images of you and her together in my head. it hurts. it really does. i feel upset. is this feeling called envy or jealousy. i think its envy uh. cos nothing's happenin. don yer think so? nothing nothing nothing has been happenin btw us. bleahx.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112688504580788122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112688504580788122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112688504580788122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112688504580788122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-loathe-seeing-photos-of-both-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112679317069907437</id><published>2005-09-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T07:06:10.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people say im too soft hearted and i give in too much. is that true? people say i should be stronger. but should i? people say im too nice. but am i really too nice? but on the other hand, people say that im demanding? do you think so?i just wanna let you know, that no matter what people say, i still love you all the same.  *muaah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112679317069907437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112679317069907437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112679317069907437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112679317069907437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/people-say-im-too-soft-hearted-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112671255991122985</id><published>2005-09-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:42:39.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like it when you tell the truth. cos it only shows that you're honest. but whenever you tell me that you meeting her, i hope that you would lie to me. but on the other hand, if i ever found out that you lied, wouldnt i be feeling even worse? sigh. at times, truth really hurts. can you tell me why do i feel upset whenever you meet her? sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112671255991122985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112671255991122985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112671255991122985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112671255991122985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-like-it-when-you-tell-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112663023586028453</id><published>2005-09-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:50:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had our last paper today. went tu school early today just tu start memorizing whatever that needed me tu memorise. thank god i forced myself tu. if not, i can say hi tu cs1.1 again next semenster. or in year2. thats it. i will faint. ahahax. the paper was pretty okay. whatever we predicted fer sukana came out fer exam. but that was only half the paper. fer belinda's section, the questions were so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112663023586028453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112663023586028453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112663023586028453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112663023586028453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-our-last-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112652638438745060</id><published>2005-09-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:59:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more day till exams end. yay! but i really cannot take it anymore. i feel like fainting everytime i see my notes. ahahax.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112652638438745060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112652638438745060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112652638438745060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112652638438745060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-more-day-till-exams-end.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112626114135469678</id><published>2005-09-09T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:19:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im too shy tu say this. but i just wanna let you know that i do love you. and its more than only a bit. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112626114135469678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112626114135469678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112626114135469678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112626114135469678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-too-shy-tu-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112626083075462749</id><published>2005-09-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:13:50.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever missed someone and felt terriblebecause you think that she doesnt miss you?missing someone is a terrible thingbut at the same time a sweet feeling.you will be sitting around wonderingif youmeant anything to her.thinking if she ever cares about you.rushing to the phone once it ringshoping that its her.looking out of the windowhoping thatshe will surprise you by appearing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112626083075462749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112626083075462749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112626083075462749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112626083075462749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-ever-missed-someone-and-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112599778282023163</id><published>2005-09-06T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:09:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mr pyjamasthings have been going on as usual. didnt manage tu really study much. im already in a holiday mood. i really need tu get my ass down tu study. i still said i was going tu study hard these 3 days. i don see it happening. ahahax. well, at least i studied fer 2 hours yday. (: and im pretty proud of that. hehe. i know its something not tu be proud of but ya. ahahax.*dear/ i know trust is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112599778282023163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112599778282023163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112599778282023163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112599778282023163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-pyjamas-things-have-been-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112591286547504168</id><published>2005-09-05T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:34:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it hurts tu see the photo of you and her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112591286547504168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112591286547504168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112591286547504168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112591286547504168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-hurts-tu-see-photo-of-you-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112584655611607606</id><published>2005-09-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T08:09:16.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything has been going pretty well. i don wanna bother bout her anymore. cos i know i cant expect yer tu stop contacting her. (: i will try my best tu accept whatever that comes along. i cant possible tell you 'no, you aint allowed tu go out w her anymore' cos everyone need tu personal space with their friends don yer agree?havent been studying this whole weekend. feel a lil guilty. but i make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112584655611607606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112584655611607606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112584655611607606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112584655611607606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-has-been-going-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112558476110145059</id><published>2005-09-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:26:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one whole week has just passed like that. the next moment i open my eyes, examinations will be over by then. isnt it good? no more studying. everyday will be filled with going out.  i cant wait fer days to come. got nothing much tu blog bout. don really feel like blogging either.people enter a relationship being happy. while i enter a relationship having to keep everything underwraps. is this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112558476110145059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112558476110145059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112558476110145059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112558476110145059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-whole-week-has-just-passed-like.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112515749587334123</id><published>2005-08-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:44:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i donno whats happening btw us. shldnt it be a happy thing? why must we keep it lying under wraps? why is everyone so against it? why cant everyone just be happy fer me? i wanna have faith in yer. but im just being too fucking paranoid here. too insecure when i see yer sepnding nights w her working. sorry. i know on this is my fault, the problem doesnt lie with yer.went tu the stupid dentist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112515749587334123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112515749587334123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112515749587334123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112515749587334123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-donno-whats-happening-btw-us.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112506746236103830</id><published>2005-08-26T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:44:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something good and bad happened at the same time. it is meant tu be a good thing. but somehow everyone took it bad. sigh. with parents complaining tu me. with my sisters complaining tu me too. i don mind it at all actually. but all these things are starting tu suffocate me. with parents trying tu control my life although im bloody 17.  so if my parents are reading this, please just let me do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112506746236103830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112506746236103830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112506746236103830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112506746236103830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-good-and-bad-happened-at.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112461893759089098</id><published>2005-08-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:08:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just came tu a sudden realisation that liking/loving someone is absolutely exhausting.spent the first saturday without dear. ): felt a lil lost. i may sound like im lying bout it but i really did feel some part of me missing. i just realised it has only been 7 days since she left. and im already missing her like god knows what. ): sigh. went out with terry yday. watched the maid. the starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112461893759089098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112461893759089098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112461893759089098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112461893759089098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-came-tu-sudden-realisation-that.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112400272094920616</id><published>2005-08-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:58:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>certain things are happening in my life now. things that i don wanna face up tu. i want tu have the courage tu face up tu it, but im afraid that everything will turn out tu be a hoax. will it be? is what yer trying tu tell me the truth and only the truth? are all the questions yer asked me the whole night supposed tu be hints? are yer really willing tu give her up just like that after 2plus years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112400272094920616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112400272094920616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112400272094920616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112400272094920616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/certain-things-are-happening-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112376062787311974</id><published>2005-08-11T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T04:43:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with you my heart will always stay.with you my thoughts will be every day.you remain to be the one that i regret letting go.why didnt i say what i needed to say?you are the one i will always use my wishes on.you are the one i will always wish was never gone.i will constantly wonder what went wrong.i will forever think of what i could have did that was never done.do birthday wishes come true? ive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112376062787311974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112376062787311974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112376062787311974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112376062787311974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/with-you-my-heart-will-always-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112341081681893467</id><published>2005-08-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:33:37.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything has become a page of my life. and i promise that i would never flip back to it again.i hope that i can do it. sigh. i donno. sometimes there's just a feeling od depression but you just donno what the reason is. but i hope that will never happen again. (:finally. finished the last project i have in hand. can throw it intu the lecturer's face tomorrow. (: that will also mean that im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112341081681893467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112341081681893467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112341081681893467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112341081681893467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/everything-has-become-page-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112299719162110432</id><published>2005-08-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:39:51.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel that im such a failure. i really do. fuck this bloody life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112299719162110432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112299719162110432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112299719162110432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112299719162110432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-that-im-such-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112289743249146159</id><published>2005-08-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T04:57:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did project last night. didnt sleep at all. for the first time in 3 months, all 5 of us behaved like zombies in school. all of us were so tired that we practically stoned at canteen 2 fer like 15mins before we decided that we wanted tu eat. ahahax. that was how shagged we were. yupp. after finishing the project, we watched 2 movies. den napped fer bout an hour or so. den off tu school we went. </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003280.post-112273149533204424</id><published>2005-07-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T06:51:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>days have been passing by me so fast. it a saturday night. and yea, im home. im beginning tu loathe home. maybe cos of the unhappy atmosphere here. with unhappy and sulky faces at home. im stressed up enough. and both your attitudes towards me make me want to just scream out loud and start doing stuff that i shouldnt again. but i cant help it. who wants to go back to a home where everything is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112273149533204424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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projects projects and more projects. i feel like making all the teachers who gave us assignments faint so we wont feel so stressed. after all the assignments, exams will step in. what a hectic schedule. i guess we wont get tu take a proper break till september hols?went tu school as usual today. wanted tu pon stb but suelin felt too guilty so we headed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112246100427929915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112246100427929915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112246100427929915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112246100427929915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/havent-been-updating-cos-i-was-am.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112177215207028394</id><published>2005-07-19T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T04:22:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. ive been feeling more and more numb. so numb that this world feels so scary. someone, pls pull me out. im scared.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112177215207028394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112177215207028394' title='0 Comments'/><link 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just now. didnt know she changed that much. no matter how daniel mummy is going tu kill me fer saying this, after seeing her just now, i realised that its not because i didnt miss her all these while, but its just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112169548551763714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112169548551763714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112169548551763714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112169548551763714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/bacck-from-hk.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112126193734908379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112126193734908379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112126193734908379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/havent-been-blogging-fer-5-days-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112091314861160724</id><published>2005-07-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:45:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went town today. did a very bad thing. ): maybe i just shouldnt go fer guys uh. bleahx. feel really bad now. but what tu do. whats done is done. came home. went fer dinner with my parents. stupid terry saw me and she laughed at me cos its a saturday night. bleahx. she's supposed tu msg me, but she didnt even reply me. hhmm. don really care though. i just realised i have 4 projects due within the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112091314861160724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112091314861160724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112091314861160724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112091314861160724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-town-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112073256440757795</id><published>2005-07-07T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T03:36:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just i havent updated fer almost a week. thats long uh. ahahax. have been rushing out my projects. only tu find out that the deadline fer the child development1.2 project got pushed back. i feel so dumb losing sleep over it last night. bleahx. shall go catch on my sleep now! nighty nights everyone. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112073256440757795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112073256440757795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112073256440757795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112073256440757795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-i-havent-updated-fer-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112030129283248412</id><published>2005-07-02T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:48:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out with bitch and yvette today. wasnt in the bestest of moods. was feeling moody and all. i hate it when i have this feeling. it seriously sucks damnit. i feel so upset with my whole entire life. i know i shouldnt. i wanna stop feeling depressed. but i donno how tu. can anyone tell me how? sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112030129283248412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112030129283248412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112030129283248412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112030129283248412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-out-with-bitch-and-yvette-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112013614778797558</id><published>2005-06-30T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T05:55:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i feel so helplessi really donno what i should dodon even ask me why im feeling like thiscos i myself donnoim tired of feeling all depressedbut i just cant seem tu find anything tu make me happyim sick of acting happy all the time.fuck it.i donno why im repeatin myself over and over again.urgh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112013614778797558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112013614778797558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112013614778797558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112013614778797558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-so-helpless-i-really-donno-what.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-112009934457643764</id><published>2005-06-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:42:24.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent been blogging fer the past few days cos im sick. yupp. had high fever yesterday. thankgod everything's quite alright now. i thought i was going tu have fried brains when i wake up this morning. yupps. hhmm. now i have a fear of crying. i really do. hhmm. although im sick, i just realised that ive got a 2 assignments tu hand up by next week. STRESS is the word im feeling now. i feel so numb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/112009934457643764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=112009934457643764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112009934457643764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/112009934457643764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/06/havent-been-blogging-fer-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-111979256603737904</id><published>2005-06-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T06:29:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went out with bitch yesterday. it was quite okay la. den went fer dinner with my parents n sister. den came home. watched ch 55. had cramps. den started crying. went up tu the room, totally broke down. after such a long time. felt totally lost and all. den today ive got a very bad throat and painful eyes. sigh. i hate this life. i thought my life was very bad. but i heard a story today. mine is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111979256603737904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=111979256603737904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111979256603737904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111979256603737904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-out-with-bitch-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-111962063798662769</id><published>2005-06-24T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T06:43:57.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i fuckingly hate 24th june'05. 11 unlucky things happened. this is so horrible. urgh. i lost my phone. how nice? 2nd phone lost now. was crying so mmuch just now. i hate this life of mine. i really do.so if you all wanna get my new number, please call my house or smth yea? besides jareth tan. yupps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111962063798662769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=111962063798662769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111962063798662769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111962063798662769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-fuckingly-hate-24th-june05.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-111950809567761876</id><published>2005-06-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:28:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ii lovee yvette =)jillian, donnt gett jeaalous.ii'm juust staating tthe faact. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111950809567761876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=111950809567761876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111950809567761876'/><link 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what ya. its just that i really am just a spare tyre to some. i get contacted by them once in a blue moon only to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111944687850276686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=111944687850276686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111944687850276686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111944687850276686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-it-when-im-only-contacted-when.html' title=''/><author><name>`damaged</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-5003280.post-111917508273800837</id><published>2005-06-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:58:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went town with bitch again on saturday. we can be bored in town the whole day huh. ahahax. went bung/guy scamming. but i swear there wasnt any cute bungs in town on friday. not to mention cute guys. that was so irritating. ahahax. yes. den this starhub guy whom who walked past 3 times [not to see him] wanted to ask fer jillian's number. but we were rushing to watch pck. too bad. ahahax. pck was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111917508273800837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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utterly boring. had 2 hours of stupid library. made me very tired. and had hip hop again today. this month has passed so fast. tomorrow marks the first month im studying at ngee ann. sigh. wasnt in a very good mood today. donno why. after reading someone's blog. i start tu think what kind of friend you are. do you actually treat me as your good friend? im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://why_cant_i_have_you.blogspot.com/feeds/111892404583338170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5003280&amp;postID=111892404583338170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111892404583338170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5003280/posts/default/111892404583338170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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