<?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-6641572826406471121</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:18:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine &amp; Love.</title><subtitle type='html'>I wove you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-6869912598616566686</id><published>2010-06-16T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:25:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 things.</title><content type='html'>1) I like to fiddle with things when I'm really, like really, bored.&lt;br /&gt;2) I happen to never like wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love all sorts of tea. Apple, Green, Lemon, Peach, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;4) No, I don't like soccer. &amp;amp; I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;5) I like Justin Bieber's songs. But never did liked that kid.&lt;br /&gt;6) I play the guitar more than I study a day.&lt;br /&gt;7) Everytime I try to complete a notebook, I can't. I always can't.&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm not a fan of horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;9) I always call people what I think they should be called.&lt;br /&gt;10) Sometimes when I get really bored. I'll just call someone up just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;11) I never liked strawberry ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm an archie comics nerd.&lt;br /&gt;13) I love Math &amp;amp; History.&lt;br /&gt;14) I don't like Chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-6869912598616566686?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6869912598616566686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/14-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6869912598616566686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6869912598616566686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/14-things.html' title='14 things.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-7413416740064502958</id><published>2010-06-13T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:31:44.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, but right now. I'm officially back. Maybe I've been neglecting this blog for too long already. Blogger still suits me best I guess. I don't know, I think Tumblr is a little too overrated already, because at this point of time. Everyone is using Tumblr like Blogger. Yes, I'm included in that everyone. Oh well, I'm back in blogger and I bet no one else knows that, except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Today wasn't that good. Especially this morning, it was filled with some tears and madness. Oh well, I'm good now. Real good now. I just need some food right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real, good food now. My Sunday will be good. I know it will. I just gotta' be more motivated. At the current moment. I miss Sarawak. And I wanna go back to those long bus rides, walking on mountain and knowing it's never gonna end. Seeing kids run around. Going back to SMK where all the students, who are like 17 years old. Who are ultimately the nicest people ever. I miss the peace and serenity there. But oh well, I've got my love right here with me. I'd rather be here than anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving to aunt's house soon. YES. Navin. :) I'll see him, happy happy. I have someone to tease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-7413416740064502958?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7413416740064502958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/7413416740064502958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/7413416740064502958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-home.html' title='Back home.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-9008928545240436493</id><published>2010-05-09T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:26:35.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obladi Oblada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmSl49bTI1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SmSl49bTI1A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a beautiful Sunday morning. The rain is falling down, and all I need is my rain and this little boy here, to make me smile. Despite the fact it's raining, I'm going to buy the watch and go to study @ greatworld today. YES I will. :) As much as it's gonna take a long time. I'll do it. I'm gonna do my things and move on now. Yeah, obladi oblada life goes on, whoah, la la how the life goes on~. Hahaha. It's just stuck in my head! So don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my life now. I want it to be how I planned and imagine it would be. I'm hopping my humans paper is going to be perfectly fine. :) I'm gonna study hard. I would like to take this as a turning point in life, right now I think it's time I move out of the shell I've been living in and take a peak at the world's beauty. I believe in karma,that's all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-9008928545240436493?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9008928545240436493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/obladi-oblada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/9008928545240436493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/9008928545240436493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/obladi-oblada.html' title='Obladi Oblada'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-8446712236590674014</id><published>2010-05-04T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:15:26.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 343px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1uw5iSUAz1qzkhmuo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that I would actually find someone in class whom I might have relate to? You know, in class. Whoah, that's heck of an interesting thing. Well,obviously it's a boy and not a girl my class girls and me do get along not just as much as I get along with the boys. Nah, not a flirt. I'm naturally like that. The only girls I get along with would probably with my P6 girls. :) Sigh I miss those days. Now a days things have gotten complicated,so so much complicated. It comes to a certain extend where I don't feel like living at all. But hey,I don't have much of a choice. After the mid-years. I'm just gonna ditch school like nobody's business. I only come school to study and do well for the exams. Other than that,I cannot be bothered less about the people around me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I keep repeating this to myself,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You deserve more than what you have now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,at a certain point of time,I feel like I'm just something someone wants at one point. Then the next part, I'm gone. I don't get why I feel this way,maybe I am to be blamed for this mess. It always comes down to myself that gets blamed. Sigh, when will I ever get to leave this house. This class. This school. When.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss everything I had. Sometimes I do wish I wasn't born. But we're all born with a reason. Life is just testing me I suppose. I don't have many people around me to teach me this or tell me this. But I do try to,pretend that I have enough courage and strength to carry on and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,I don't. I must learn to stop procrastinating also! Pfft. Art today at Mac was more or less a success. I completed some portion of the work. Vanilla milkshake after that, hehehoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay back for History Remedial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy ear rings @ Greatworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Macdonalds and complete Science Revision + Art. (Which might be impossible)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my Humanities revision done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home and rest, no computer until 7PM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat dinner,play guitar,the usuals,lightsoff @ 12AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah. That should be about it. It's already 11:51 PM nao,so I guess I should get going already. No radio tonight, sadly no mtm also! Bleh. Nights everyone, I'll try keep up to my plan for tomorrow thing and explain in my blog on how well it went tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-8446712236590674014?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8446712236590674014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-are-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8446712236590674014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8446712236590674014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-are-who-you-are.html' title='you are who you are.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-5897626051642406432</id><published>2010-04-30T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:14:24.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish upon the star.</title><content type='html'>I know I already blogged, but I just HAD to blog again! :'( I &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; want these 3 things with me&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;1) Black iPod Classic - 160 GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.cifroteka.ru/foto/full/2579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why: My iPod is already screwed, and I swear this ipod just makes me feel insane. I mean c'mon, it's just like an iTouch and the best part is this doesn't have wifi, well it isn't good but well it doesn't distract me right! Imagine I get to watch Glee everyday on my iPod @ the train or in the bus. Oh yes. Mum is only getting me one when I do well for my finals, soo. It's gonna' take a long time. But heck, its a motivation for me. :-) So hoping to look forward in getting my black ipod classic as finals come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nokia 5730 Xpressmusic.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/S9r9tqlejVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/5ova3Dj1nDI/s320/nokia-5730-xpressmusic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: Okay I don't know about you. But THIS PHONE IS ULTRA CHIO. But still, somehow this phone looks friggin fake. Hahah. Don't you agree, like damn fake. But it's real. :-) I'm gonna try look for this phone someday and buy it. I don't know, I wanna own a querty keypad phone someday and that someday better come soon. I want it red actually, it looks damn boomz if it was red. :-) Oh well, I'm hoping of getting a new phone sometime soon, I'm sick of my greenheart sony ericsson shit. But I don't have a choice. This is what I get for losing a 8.1mpx LG phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) .....shhh. I can't say it here.  HAHAHA. If I did, I'd be giving away everything. The last one, is a bit too personal. But still, I want it. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'm done with what I want. Now cross fingers and hope I get them*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-5897626051642406432?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5897626051642406432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/make-wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/5897626051642406432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/5897626051642406432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/make-wish-upon-star.html' title='Make a wish upon the star.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/S9r9tqlejVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/5ova3Dj1nDI/s72-c/nokia-5730-xpressmusic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-6096768437794048048</id><published>2010-04-30T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:43:21.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than one.</title><content type='html'>There isn't gonna be pictures today. Just words. I like this skin, I don't know why but still I like it. So anyway, lets describe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't great but it wasn't that bad either. It was more or less like a normal one. I had fun because I socialized more. It took courage, so don't look at me like as if I'm a primary one kid who just found a friend in her school. It takes a lot of time to recover from being emo nemo all the time. So I tried talking to a few girls in my class, wasn't that bad. Sat with them for recess. After school, with izdi+ gopal + teddy + the few rest.  Went to library to find one of the princess diary book, but wasn't there. So, I left and went home. Home was just guitar @ bathroom session the whole time. Acoustic in my bathroom is boomz to the max. But gees, after that I had to leave with my mum to go for some cousin's engagement which I didn't wanna go but was forced to go. I met a few of my nieces and gosh. They're hyperactive. I love kids though. I played with her games I used to play when I was 5-7 :) Those were the days. S0 oh well, we left there at about 8 and cabbed home and I got 'taxi-sick' cuz I just can't sit for too long in taxis. It wasn't long, but it felt long. It was only from Queenstown to my house. Don't know whats wrong with me sometimes. So I got back home and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, is going to be spent studying physics and chem I guess. Hopefully things are going to be okay tomorrow. Facebook + Msn + Guitar + Webcam = Friday Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-6096768437794048048?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6096768437794048048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6096768437794048048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6096768437794048048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than one.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-5696633669154419582</id><published>2010-04-27T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:16:18.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4507941581_4161209549.jpg" width="397" height="298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore. For anyone or anything. It's not in the matter of time or anything, but I just can't seem to help but to cry helpelessly like a fool in class or anywhere, when I get hurt. Laugh all you want if you think this is a joke and I'm a fool. But you know what, I am who I am and I don't  want to care if you think I'm ugly or a bitch or anything else that's not myself. If I am one, I would know it. So I don't need you to come around pin pointing. I only have one simple thing to say. If you hate me that much, just fuck off. And get a fucking life. For a guy like you, you act big. Yes, you know who I'm talking about. Hmm? Writing things about me on your table and then after I found out you liquid it off. You think I just can't report to a teacher for every shit you've done you think  I don't know. Tsk, c'mon I wasn't born yesterday and so were you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess it's time I start putting more focus on my comin' Mid Years which I must say I'm realllyyyyyyy excited about. Haha. Excited isn't the word, anxious and nervous is. I mean it's exciting because finally, we just get to go off after the paper, no need to stay so long in hell. Ya get what I mean? But anywho, I guess that's life. Not to forget, I've been updating in my tumblr more often now a days. It seems more attractive, but for wordy things, blogger is the way to go. Hmm, missing the love of my life. Like a lot. But thinking about you in class did, help me in many ways. Like how I miss you so much, but still I smell you. HAHA. Oh well, time will come when I get to meet my love. :') &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hate me, fuck off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-5696633669154419582?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5696633669154419582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/5696633669154419582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/5696633669154419582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4507941581_4161209549_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-2862902624056348822</id><published>2010-04-26T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:07:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l14cf32lLS1qaf51ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1gw6fnXYQ1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1grhpyTM21qzbqvao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1es3uIdiH1qatei9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be enough pictures for the day, sigh. living is hard. pretend is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-2862902624056348822?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2862902624056348822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-should-be-enough-pictures-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/2862902624056348822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/2862902624056348822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-should-be-enough-pictures-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-4296275684675094858</id><published>2010-04-25T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:54:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l19tciQ02B1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" style="padding: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); margin: 15px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was fun. I was studying with weicong. Okay maybe not studying. Was taking a break with him. For I don't know what reason. Hahaha. Oh well. We had fun that's all I could say. Today I'm exhausted all that laughing and all and now that I'm back home. I'm blogging. I'm just so motivated to blog ever since I started using this skin. Haha. Yes, the skin does affect how I blog and how motivated I am. Actually no, I'm not! I just miss blogging plus I'm bored. I just have to go on tumblr-ing and twittering. Speaking of, there's this mass spam about Shinee and Hello Baby some korean deep shit over Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter. Okay, I don't know about you. But I'm always gonna hate these Korean people and so don't say I'm being a moron or a bitch. But at the same time, I just feel weird how all the girls are crazy over shinee while I can't join them. Well, its not that I don't want to. I would but really. The guys all seem the same to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't hate you for liking those shinee and kpop shit but just don't vent it over Internet. Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;. Though there's school tomorrow. Weekends pass fast y'know. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-4296275684675094858?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4296275684675094858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/4296275684675094858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/4296275684675094858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-8649276708266199194</id><published>2010-04-23T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:57:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept some facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l095n5PmRV1qau9gjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to apologize for not posting up anything on my blog lately and keeping it dead isn't just right. Well, you're just lucky I managed to post something today although my hand hurts terribly now. If you were wondering why, that's only because of that one jab on my hand just now. I had a terrible rash, and that lead up to even terrible one. Thank god I went to visit the doctor 8 at night and manage to solve my ultimate problem. This week has been very tiring and to end it, Friday ended the way it should have ended. That I guess most prefects would agree, haha. I must say, I'll miss all the sec 4s and 5s that are going to step down now, because without all of you I wouldn't be here. I'd specially just miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weicong&lt;/span&gt;. He's been one of the most nicest senior to me throughout this entire journey in the board. Though some might have mistaken us for being more than friends, sometimes. Haha. But weicong is my buddy who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; fails to make me smile and I'm so glad to have him as my buddy. He's always been there for me through the ups and downs in this year of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess time has just fly and I'll have to accept some facts. There will be change of duties starting tomorrow, oh yes! Finally, I swear I wish I wouldn't get anything dumb. Like Parade again or side gate. They're all soo. Uggh. Anywho, enough prefect ranting. Oooh wait. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last one!&lt;/span&gt; I already got the purple badge. Yeay! I'm a happy kid nao. Official prefect, hehehoho. Can't wait for the coming years of the Prefectorial Board. Hoping my arm will heal soon. I'm gonna go sleep now. I miss the love of my life. I'm hoping to be his arms again once I meet him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-8649276708266199194?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8649276708266199194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/accept-some-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8649276708266199194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8649276708266199194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/accept-some-facts.html' title='Accept some facts.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-6113666943363715619</id><published>2010-04-17T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:36:44.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us against the world.</title><content type='html'>I must definitely say. I had a blast at Speech Day! Well, not because we performed, but actually because out of the whole process, we learnt a lot of things. The concert and speech day. Both were a blast. I sure will do miss concert times. Now we have SYF to work on. I do feel pretty sad about it. Like having to always stayback for band, come home feeling exhausted. Then all that busy busy schedule. Everything is going to suck bad. So I guess I'm just gonna have to deal with it when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight I have a feeling it's gonna be great. :-) winks* I know that. My love is with me tonight. Nothing will stop us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-6113666943363715619?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6113666943363715619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/us-against-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6113666943363715619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/6113666943363715619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/us-against-world.html' title='Us against the world.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-1796096967297731500</id><published>2010-04-11T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:43:25.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a blessed day.</title><content type='html'>Band Concert was beyond fantastic. All the hardwork we put in was absolutely worth it. As much as I want to describe every single thing that happened before the actual concert. I'm exhausted! Haha. Yesterday, everything we performed. I gave it my all. I never expected it to be like that. At all. I swear I need to thank you guys for actually coming down. I mean those who said, it's gonna be boring and all. I bet you'll take back your words now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna thank, Mr Lum, for believing in me and the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole section, for being there for me through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To seri, cuz she tied my hair for me and made it look awesome now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Victoria, for helping me with my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Samantha, same thing, you helped me with my hand too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After band, I went back home with baby. Hehe. I love you so much. The night and stars. Alone just with you. Hehehehe. You made my whole night worthwhile and beautiful. Thanks love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-1796096967297731500?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1796096967297731500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-blessed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/1796096967297731500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/1796096967297731500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-blessed-day.html' title='it was a blessed day.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-520452140315397790</id><published>2010-04-09T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:29:43.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Concert. :)</title><content type='html'>So... there's gonna be a concert held at singapore poly tomorrow. Yes. The band concert we've all been working hard for. It's not gonna be worth if we let it just be 'another same ol' concert' or anything. This time, its our first with Mr Lum. I don't wanna disappoint Mr Lum at all. More importantly, myself. I strictly don't want to disappoint myself by screwing up during the concert. That's only because only I know how much reivision i've left out because of band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:28AM. I'm very tired. So I guess I'll just have to keep some faith that I'll do great tomorrow. Though I won't see ya. :-( Hopefully a miracle happens. Anyway, I might not blog tomorrow, due to being tired. But we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band concert ftw! goodluck everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-520452140315397790?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/520452140315397790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/band-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/520452140315397790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/520452140315397790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/band-concert.html' title='Band Concert. :)'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-568671367405905723</id><published>2010-04-08T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:01:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up the fight.</title><content type='html'>Before I start posting something. I just wanna say. My beloved spammers and haters out there in my tagboard who hate me. I'm not gonna entertain you and that's that. I'm not here to blog to bother what you have to say or what you're opinions are. So get lost if you hate me. Cuz I simply hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging lately. I've been busy with band and all that stuff. It's tiring and depressing. Everyday there's always something to stayback or worry for. Well, simply school has been really busy lately. So I guess I'm gonna stop blogging for awhile. As much as I want to blog, I get lazy and tired. Well, I'm sure not many reads my blog anyway. So I guess there's nothin much I can expect for. Today we had band. Was pretty okay I suppose. Tiring, as usual. I just can't wait for the concert and speech day to come to an end. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sooo there's Speech Day Rehearsals tomorrow + the cca photoshoot thing. I can't wait for Saturday to come. It's all so exciting. I mean, although it's tiring, after all that effort and hardwork we all have put in. I guess it's all worth being excited for. Today, we had PE. I've learn that I got my motivation to run again back after PE today. Ever since I was a sec 1 kid, I've hated running and all that. But now. I find running another way of having the will to not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of not giving up, my first Mid Year Paper is on the 28th of April. Holy cow. Half the year already passed!?! Just like that. I mean it's gonna be June any time soon. And somehow, I feel less confident. But what else can I do but watch my days pass? Oh well, I guess it's you that is constantly reminding me you're there to support and help me all the time. I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm only being myself. You make so easy to forget everything when I'm with you. Wish everyday was just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, despite the everyday-webcam-session. You're too perfect for me, which made me fall in love with you. Darling when I can I get those sweet hugs and kisses of yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-568671367405905723?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/568671367405905723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-up-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/568671367405905723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/568671367405905723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-up-fight.html' title='Give up the fight.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-3243407094384980161</id><published>2010-04-05T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:04:10.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be okay in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0e6emaHxk1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself, at night, all the time. But believe me, it becomes more easier and easier and this habit turns into a way of life. You know. I thought pretending to be okay would be something I would be sick and tired of, and I was right. I was sick and tired of doing it. Hence, I've given up being happy for other's sake. As much as I want to be happy for myself, don't find any reason.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up the trust I had in many people. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was great in a way. I'm sitting beside Wei min but sadly, it's just for today. :'( I feel so sad. I want to sit with him. He's the greatest buddy. He's changed a lot. For sure. Since last year, getting along more! That's a good thing, atleast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; has changed for good.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my love. More than I miss my teddy bear that's lying on my bed now, haha. I miss your warm hugs and those cute jokes of yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-3243407094384980161?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3243407094384980161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-will-be-okay-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/3243407094384980161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/3243407094384980161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-will-be-okay-in-morning.html' title='It will be okay in the morning.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641572826406471121.post-8337624871901945813</id><published>2010-04-04T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:56:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be a dream.</title><content type='html'>Looks like a few people asked what happened to my blog, wanting to be invited. I just stopped blogging for a moment due to some people who were causing shit in my blog and more importantly in my life. Okay, oh well. I'm back. Looks like I've missed blogging quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I can blog about, today is a Sunday and I spent it at Greatworld doing my homework and revision. I love it there. Holds a lot of memories. Makes me smile. Gah, enough shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some may realized, I didn't link you anymore. I have a reason why. Because most of them I link, keep changing their links, not updating, never link me. So I don't want to link them. I'll just search for their blog over other people's blog or something. But at the mean time, it will stay this way. There's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo! It's gonna be a monday. But you know what. I always stay optimistic, counting for the weekends. I don't know why I love doing it. Yeah, call me weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6641572826406471121-8337624871901945813?l=closedheart-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8337624871901945813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-be-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8337624871901945813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6641572826406471121/posts/default/8337624871901945813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closedheart-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-be-dream.html' title='We&apos;ll be a dream.'/><author><name>Nishashasha.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0chCcbQac6w/TBi_s6yeNoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bnLE0tVSTiQ/S220/nisha123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
