<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736</id><updated>2009-03-02T00:36:17.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing is believing..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-116109570646532594</id><published>2006-10-17T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:35:06.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I, FONG HAN KEN !!!&lt;br /&gt;IS A&lt;br /&gt;$#%#@^*&amp;^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NUDGER !!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-116109570646532594?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/116109570646532594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=116109570646532594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/116109570646532594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/116109570646532594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-fong-han-ken-is-nudger.html' title=''/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114700450388558746</id><published>2006-05-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T05:21:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Selangor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was hell of a trip.. but it's been awhile since we've done all this kinda thing.. so might as well post it up to refresh our memories! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/P1010113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/P1010113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture man.. it's not the car though(king's car)&lt;br /&gt;it's the amazing scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/P1010120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/P1010120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/P1010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/P1010123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from top left : wen ken, ME, bryan tan, shaun&lt;br /&gt;from bottom left : nian king, benjamin, andrew yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i wonder when we'll ever do this again.. it was fun i remembered well enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114700450388558746?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114700450388558746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114700450388558746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700450388558746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700450388558746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/05/kuala-selangor.html' title='Kuala Selangor..'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114700396155347709</id><published>2006-05-07T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:31:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet old memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At Lee Hooi' party :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/CIMG3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/CIMG3851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/CIMG3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/CIMG3852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont we look a like? the Hans.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/CIMG385001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/CIMG385001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he and his stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hMm.. many stories connect to this particular place..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. sweet memories they were, but it's over already.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114700396155347709?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114700396155347709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114700396155347709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700396155347709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700396155347709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-old-memories.html' title='Sweet old memories..'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114700362029132189</id><published>2006-05-07T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:52:39.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Australia (Dec 2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip to the Gold Mine~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love pigs~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fella is making real gold! how i wish it was mine, that thing was worth about 30k aussie dollar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time~~! hehe.. and that new girl you see there.. that's my brother's gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left : dad, me, mum, bro and sis&lt;br /&gt;at the back : our rented CAR! haha.. 4 litre car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what i'm talking about.. some day i'll OWN one of that..&lt;br /&gt;that's my mum and dad by the way.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my "thin" brother. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hungry and Australia is such a cold country, it makes me HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/DSC01067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/DSC01067.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's work place! (His secret ingredient for dieting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114700362029132189?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114700362029132189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114700362029132189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700362029132189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114700362029132189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-australia-dec-2004.html' title='Trip to Australia (Dec 2004)'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114674030355764745</id><published>2006-05-04T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:15:14.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The brothers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/nigga.0.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/untitled1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/untitled1.2.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who shall prevail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We shall see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114674030355764745?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114674030355764745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114674030355764745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114674030355764745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114674030355764745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/05/brothers.html' title='The brothers..'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114673970922924092</id><published>2006-05-04T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:00:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will he create history again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;May 17th 2005, Arsenal vs. Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watch it! Feel it! The legend will repeat himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/king%20henry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In slow motion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/1600/real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They tried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/henry_richardheathcote412.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He scores!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4331/2241/320/henryceleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He celebrates!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114673970922924092?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114673970922924092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114379878469298650</id><published>2006-03-31T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:53:04.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this feeling in me, i can never let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you say you want to talk to me so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;then talk to like you've never talk before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;maybe i made a mistake in some ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but all i was trying to do was to express myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i'm sorry, i may have misunderstood you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you're keeping so much in yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i would never understand if you dont tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;do you want me or do you want him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that's all i wanna know, and i want you to know so badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that i've never even thought of going for another not even her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;for all i want is you, i want you so bad that no one would ever understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i want to know you, want to understand you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but you're being so quiet, so secretive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and that'll never help, don't ignore me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;for i'll be afraid that you'll never come back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i made a few mistakes back then but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this time i'll never again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114379878469298650?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114379878469298650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114379878469298650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114379878469298650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114379878469298650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-promise_31.html' title='i promise..'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114302207139397169</id><published>2006-03-22T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:07:51.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had &lt;strong&gt;one wish&lt;/strong&gt;, a wish that would change my life,&lt;br /&gt;a wish that i dreamt about all day long,&lt;br /&gt;i lost all my other hopes just for it,&lt;br /&gt;my lust for it was unspeakable,&lt;br /&gt;my body shivers whenever i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;a chill runs down my spine each time i talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling, this cold feeling, it was unbearable,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, i could never explain why i felt this way,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because i was afraid, so afraid that my wish would not come true,&lt;br /&gt;i did everything i could to hold it,&lt;br /&gt;and i did everything i could to fulfill it,&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;strong&gt;one wish&lt;/strong&gt;, was you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114302207139397169?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114302207139397169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114302207139397169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114302207139397169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114302207139397169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-wish.html' title='One Wish..'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24461736.post-114294175016426134</id><published>2006-03-21T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:29:11.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, March 20, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm all lost, lost with words,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i've done wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that it has all gone wrong,&lt;br /&gt;your words once, meant everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;but they were all lies, i'm disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;trust was the word i was seeking for,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't find it in the end,&lt;br /&gt;and the truth was what i needed all along,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i was just hoping to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;well that was &lt;strong&gt;my story&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it was only a dream after all,&lt;br /&gt;and now i know, i've learned and i've grown,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never step back there again, and this time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll take a step back and move on, i might regret,&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, if it is meant to be, it'll happen,&lt;br /&gt;so listen now, take care,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope everything goes well for you,&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now, for &lt;strong&gt;my story&lt;/strong&gt; ends here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, March 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost&lt;/strong&gt;, in the dark room sitting on the chair,&lt;br /&gt;with a bright huge screen shining at me,&lt;br /&gt;at that moment i had a choice to make,&lt;br /&gt;the biggest question of my life, but i couldnt,&lt;br /&gt;that was my biggest mistake, i really should have,&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at you most of the time, hoping that you would turn to me,&lt;br /&gt;and indeed you did, but i couldnt spill it out, i was afraid,&lt;br /&gt;afraid to lose you, afraid that you wouldnt want me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost&lt;/strong&gt;, that question i should have asked long ago,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a coward and i'm sorry, but now i know i shouldnt have been,&lt;br /&gt;that question would change my everything, so it kept me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;but after all my conscience was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and it was wrong from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;and today, i lied, just to have someone to talk to, so selfish of me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fool, there's no need to seek for anyone else but you,&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for doing so, hate myself for being so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost&lt;/strong&gt;, and i hope someday you'll turn back to me,&lt;br /&gt;and this time i promise i'll be a man,&lt;br /&gt;not only a man but the best man of all,&lt;br /&gt;one that would never let you down,&lt;br /&gt;one that would stay by you all along,&lt;br /&gt;and one that would cherish you for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;and this time, i promise i would not be afraid no more,&lt;br /&gt;for without you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, March 16, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th march..&lt;br /&gt;a date to be remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;many wishes were made, not one came true,&lt;br /&gt;i thought this time i had it all,&lt;br /&gt;but it was just my imagination after all,&lt;br /&gt;i've changed many things in life just to suit your call,&lt;br /&gt;i've waited by your side just so that you wouldn't fall,&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool for not being able to tell that this would happen,&lt;br /&gt;my friends told me that it's a waste of time, but i denied them,&lt;br /&gt;for i believed that this time it was real,&lt;br /&gt;it was the love of my life, but i guess i was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i waited and had to turn back to myself when i was down,&lt;br /&gt;it was hard times, but i still manage to crawl back up each time,&lt;br /&gt;something kept me thinking, that i would be happy this time,&lt;br /&gt;like always, it was just a &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not at whole without you, and i love you forever..."&lt;br /&gt;people say those were mere pick up lines, well i disagree,&lt;br /&gt;people say it is love, yes it is, and the fact is that i'm not the same person without you,&lt;br /&gt;i dont say things that are half true, i dont....&lt;br /&gt;every guy isn't similar, they are all different, dont compare,&lt;br /&gt;for i'm not those who doesn't care, i'm me..&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it when i say it, and i do love you with all my hearts..&lt;br /&gt;love is all about being true, if it's not forever.. it's not love..&lt;br /&gt;i always thought you knew me and understand who and how i am,&lt;br /&gt;but then again i'm wrong, those we mere mirage in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i love you with all my hearts,&lt;br /&gt;and never want us to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;but well, i guess it was just another &lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, February 27, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart and soul&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i gave you my &lt;strong&gt;heart and soul&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;without you, i'm not at whole,&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think of you, my heart turns cold,&lt;br /&gt;believe me this feeling, i will always hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lie awake in bed every night,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming that i could hold you so tight,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i could have you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;and wishing that i could tell you how i feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never regret the things i've done for you,&lt;br /&gt;for many of it put a great smile on you,&lt;br /&gt;the many efforts i've been through,&lt;br /&gt;was worth doing for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, February 26, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love isn't everything&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if its just for a second, that I've crossed your mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm all messed up.. dont know what to do.. dont know what to say.. i've tried but failed..&lt;br /&gt;a quote "I have not failed. I've just found another way that won't work. "&lt;br /&gt;that's the selfish way of putting it.. loving a person isnt everything finding the perfect person is everything.. oh well i dont have much to say because i myself is in a whole lots of shits.. and i cant do anything.. oh well.. that's life..&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, February 25, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed experienced has told me that it's not worth crying over a person.. unless if that person really cares and treats you better than ever.. Many things happened today.. and i dont know how to describe how i feel but all i can say is that i'm lost.. i kept going and going but end up on the same road.. Why?! am i being dumb for taking that path or is it just the way things will always be.. i dont know.. Things come and go but this i cant.. i cant let go.. it's too tough.. letting it go would only bring things to a tougher stage.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't&lt;/strong&gt; say i hate you,&lt;br /&gt;for i love you too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't&lt;/strong&gt; say leave him,&lt;br /&gt;for it's your choice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't&lt;/strong&gt; you have to be mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for it's not my decision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't&lt;/strong&gt; say i'll forget about you,&lt;br /&gt;for your sweet looks i'll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;but i can say one thing,&lt;br /&gt;i'm all yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, February 23, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday, February 22, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sincerity&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I thought love was only a mirage in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;it's and illusion, it's fake an impossible to find,&lt;br /&gt;but the day i met you, I began to see,&lt;br /&gt;that true love exist in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;and love is what I feel for you,&lt;br /&gt;I've put you first in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I would risk it all for you,&lt;br /&gt;even if it takes my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I'll build a wall around my heart,&lt;br /&gt;that would only break apart for you,&lt;br /&gt;and with all my heart so true,&lt;br /&gt;my love will always be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;can't change the way I feel,&lt;br /&gt;a lust for your love,&lt;br /&gt;is so much to deal,&lt;br /&gt;and too much to prove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sincerity&lt;/strong&gt; for you will never end,&lt;br /&gt;my life would be in the end,&lt;br /&gt;if we are ever apart,&lt;br /&gt;so please never ever break my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, February 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i wish you knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish you knew&lt;/strong&gt; how i feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling i have i'm forced to hide,&lt;br /&gt;if only i had you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;for i love you deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;i've locked you in my heart so tight,&lt;br /&gt;that i'll never put you aside,&lt;br /&gt;day and night i've cried,&lt;br /&gt;just to want you in my sight,&lt;br /&gt;i lay in bed, eyes wide late at night,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i could have you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;feelings i have, i could only write,&lt;br /&gt;for i can never have the might,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how i feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lame poem&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hanken is the word you want to know,&lt;br /&gt;he is the greatest that anybody can know,&lt;br /&gt;that's the furthers about him that you wish to know,&lt;br /&gt;from there friendship will grow,&lt;br /&gt;time like river flows,&lt;br /&gt;so till the day comes you'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;as for how han ken is the greatest drow,&lt;br /&gt;he lives life with the greatest blow,&lt;br /&gt;he treasures everything you know,&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, han ken is definitely the man you wish to know,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, February 14, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, February 13, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got this story from somewhere it's really good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A girl asked a boy if she was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;He said no.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;He said no.&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;He again said no.&lt;br /&gt;She had heard too much.&lt;br /&gt;She needed to leave.&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with&lt;br /&gt;you forever. I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont have much to talk about today.. i went 2 places today to get something! haha..&lt;br /&gt;other than that.. it was a really boring day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, February 02, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My Indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've always tried but never can I comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;this sadness of mine which is waiting to be mend,&lt;br /&gt;it is only you, who can mend it,&lt;br /&gt;and not someone new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wounds I have, I could always bear,&lt;br /&gt;but the pain with you, I never dare,&lt;br /&gt;I only hope you were always there,&lt;br /&gt;to tell me how much you really care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you understand how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;it's so pain, and it would never heal,&lt;br /&gt;you might think, how can this be real,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm telling you, it's for real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time time I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;and everytime I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;I want it to repeat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to know that,&lt;br /&gt;if it's not for you, I could never see,&lt;br /&gt;the trueself which is hidden within me,&lt;br /&gt;and the love and life you have brought to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved you with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and would never want us to be apart,&lt;br /&gt;if we would to ever be apart,&lt;br /&gt;it would be the deepest wound in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24461736-114294175016426134?l=han-ken.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/feeds/114294175016426134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24461736&amp;postID=114294175016426134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114294175016426134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24461736/posts/default/114294175016426134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://han-ken.blogspot.com/2006/03/past.html' title='The past...'/><author><name>hanken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15310675078792301743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17697528027335326720'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>