<?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-8047331353274120422</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:01:59.361+08:00</updated><category term='Myself'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Info'/><category term='B1A4'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Fanfic'/><category term='One-shot'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='MV'/><title type='text'>The Songs from a Person called Human</title><subtitle type='html'>For me to live my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>436</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-7657009710274731829</id><published>2012-01-02T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:47:31.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorm on Nov. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(data:image/png; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 10em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="line-height: 1.5em; position: relative; width: 1157px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mw-content-ltr" dir="ltr" lang="en" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;僵卧孤村不自哀，尚思为国戍轮台。 夜阑卧听风吹雨，铁马冰河入梦来。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I slept stiff and alone in a lonely village without feeling self-pity. I am still thinking of fighting for my country. Deep into the night I lie down and hear the wind blowing the rain. The armored horses and the ice river came into my dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lu You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-7657009710274731829?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7657009710274731829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainstorm-on-nov-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7657009710274731829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7657009710274731829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainstorm-on-nov-4.html' title='Rainstorm on Nov. 4'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2027544144355480656</id><published>2012-01-02T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:46:34.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(data:image/png; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 10em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="line-height: 1.5em; position: relative; width: 1157px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mw-content-ltr" dir="ltr" lang="en" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;驛外斷橋邊&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;寂寞開無主&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;己是黃昏獨自愁&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;更著風和雨&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;無意苦爭春&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;一任羣芳妒&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;零落成泥碾作塵&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;只有香如故&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Near the broken bridge outside the fortress, I am lonely and dis-oriented. It is dusk and I am worried alone, especially when the wind and rain start to blow. I do not intend to contest for the glory of Spring. I would rather be alone and envied by other excellent people. I would fall to become earth and be pressed to dust. My glory will be same as before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lu You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-2027544144355480656?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2027544144355480656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/mei-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2027544144355480656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2027544144355480656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/mei-flower.html' title='Mei Flower'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1573596655235874949</id><published>2012-01-02T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:45:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couplet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(data:image/png; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 10em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="line-height: 1.5em; position: relative; width: 1157px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mw-content-ltr" dir="ltr" lang="en" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;div class="poem" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-top: 0em; text-indent: 0em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0em !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0em !important; text-indent: 0em !important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drawing a sword, cut into water, water again flow:&lt;br /&gt;Raise cup, quench sorrow, sorrow again sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0em !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0em !important; text-indent: 0em !important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0em !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0em !important; text-indent: 0em !important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Li Po&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-1573596655235874949?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1573596655235874949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/couplet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1573596655235874949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1573596655235874949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/couplet.html' title='Couplet'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-4689440688374207323</id><published>2012-01-02T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:44:20.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing at Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="content" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(data:image/png; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 10em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="line-height: 1.5em; position: relative; width: 1157px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mw-content-ltr" dir="ltr" lang="en" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;div class="poem" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-top: 0em; text-indent: 0em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0em !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0em !important; text-indent: 0em !important;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of spring team on every side.&lt;br /&gt;With leaping fish the blue pond is full;&lt;br /&gt;With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.&lt;br /&gt;The flowers of the fields have dabbled their powdered cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain grasses are bent level at the waste.&lt;br /&gt;By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud&lt;br /&gt;Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Li Bai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-4689440688374207323?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4689440688374207323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/clearing-at-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/4689440688374207323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/4689440688374207323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/clearing-at-dawn.html' title='Clearing at Dawn'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8230889922530163584</id><published>2012-01-02T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:43:14.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad of Mulan</title><content type='html'>The "Ballad of Mulan" is a folksong from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_Dynasties"&gt;Northern Dynasties&lt;/a&gt; China. It recounts the story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hua_Mulan"&gt;Mulan&lt;/a&gt;, a girl who goes to war in place of her father. The pseudo-historical personage of Mulan probably lived in the fifth century, when the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toba"&gt;Toba&lt;/a&gt;, who dominated north China, were engaged in a long war with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rouran"&gt;Rouran&lt;/a&gt; on their northern frontier. It is thought the ballad was collected into an anthology of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/yuefu"&gt;yuefu&lt;/a&gt; in the mid-sixth century, and later popularised during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tang_dynasty"&gt;Tang dynasty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="content" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(data:image/png; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 10em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div id="bodyContent" style="line-height: 1.5em; position: relative; width: 1157px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mw-content-ltr" dir="ltr" lang="en" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sound of one sigh after another,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Mulan weaves at the doorway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sound of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/loom" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.4s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #3366bb; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="w:loom"&gt;loom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shuttle_(weaving)" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.4s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #3366bb; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="w:Shuttle (weaving)"&gt;shuttle&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only that of the girl lamenting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ask her of whom she thinks,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ask her for whom she longs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is no one I think of,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no one I long for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last night I saw the army notice,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Khan is calling a great draft -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dozen volumes of battle rolls,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each one with my father's name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My father has no grown-up son,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I have no elder brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm willing to buy a horse and saddle,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To go to battle in my father's place."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She buys a fine steed at the east market;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A saddle and blanket at the west market;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bridle at the south market;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And a long whip at the north market.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She takes leave of her parents at dawn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To camp beside the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_River" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.4s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #3366bb; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="w:Yellow River"&gt;Yellow River&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at dusk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sound of her parents hailing their girl,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just the rumbling waters of the Yellow River.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She leaves the Yellow River at dawn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To reach the Black Mountains by dusk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sound of her parents hailing their girl,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just the cries of barbarian cavalry in the Yan hills.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ten thousand miles she rode in war,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crossing passes and mountains as if on a wing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the northern air comes the sentry's gong,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cold light shines on her coat of steel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The general dead after a hundred battles,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The warriors return after ten years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They return to see the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_sovereign" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.4s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #3366bb; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="w:Chinese sovereign"&gt;Son of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who sits in the Hall of Brilliance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The rolls of merit spin a dozen times,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rewards in the hundreds and thousands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Khan asks her what she desires,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've no need for the post of a gentleman official,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ask to borrow a camel fleet of foot,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To carry me back to my hometown."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her parents hearing their girl returns,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out to the suburbs to welcome her back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elder sister hearing her sister returns,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adjusts her rouge by the doorway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little brother hearing his sister returns,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sharpens his knife for pigs and lamb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I open my east chamber door,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sit on my west chamber bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take off my battle cloak,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And put on my old-time clothes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I adjust my wispy hair at the window sill,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And apply my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bisque" style="-webkit-transition-delay: initial; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.4s; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #3366bb; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="wikt:bisque"&gt;bisque&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;makeup by the mirror.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I step out to see my comrades-in-arms,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are all surprised and astounded:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'We travelled twelve years together,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet didn't realise Mulan was a lady!'"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The buck bounds here and there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whilst the doe has narrow eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when the two rabbits run side by side,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can you tell the female from the male?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-8230889922530163584?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8230889922530163584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/ballad-of-mulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8230889922530163584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8230889922530163584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/ballad-of-mulan.html' title='Ballad of Mulan'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6183179025489485030</id><published>2011-12-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:24:49.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa nak buat....</title><content type='html'>Dalam mengira beberapa detik sahaja lagi nak masuk taun baru, aku menggembirakan diri dengan Internet sebab aku takkan sambut taun baru dengan mak and abah sebab diorang ada dekat Perak pastu gi Selayang. Haraboji kena operates apa tah. So, aku tinggal dgn adik ja dekat rumah. Adik dah naik risau abah tak balik lg sebab sekolah dah nak start. Aku ok jaaaaaa........&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak ikut pegi sebab tak ada orang nak jga anak-anak kucing aku. Kesian la plak klu nak wak naik keta jauh-jauh ni.&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun aku jatuh motor kemarin dulu, kaki pun tak ok. Kejap lagi aku plak yg msuk hospital....Huuuuu tak mau.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, selamat tahun baru dan sematkan azam yang baru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6183179025489485030?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6183179025489485030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/apa-nak-buat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6183179025489485030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6183179025489485030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/apa-nak-buat.html' title='Apa nak buat....'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-4641100200380938154</id><published>2011-12-31T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:19:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc....</title><content type='html'>hari ni hari apa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Disember&lt;/span&gt;...2011.....&lt;br /&gt;Kejap ja dah 1 tahun habis...&lt;br /&gt;Mesti bnyak memori manis pahit yang telah dicipta.&lt;br /&gt;Apa kata amik sedikit masa dan buat analisa dan ringkasan tentang aktiviti tahun ni.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil tu dengar lagu yang paling banyak beri kenangan kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Yang manis tu tentu buat kita tersenyum tapi yang pahit jangan kita menangis menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun nangis jugak bila teringat balik semua benda yang aku buat, yang terjadi kepada aku, yang aku sendiri gagal.&lt;br /&gt;Bersyukur yang kita masih diberi kesempatan untuk menghirup udara Tuhan, merasai kasih sayang manusia di muka bumi dengan rahamt-Nya. Jangan sesekali lupa tu walaupun kita bukan seorang yang kuat agama. Sekurangnya masih ada pegangan dalam hati kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kepada yang telah kehilangan orang atau haiwan yang disayangi, jangan bersedih. Sekurangnya orang yang dah pergi tu dah selamat berada bersama Tuhannya walaupun kita tak tahu keadaannya. Yang perlu dirisaukan ialah kita yang sedang merangkak berperang dalam dunia yang sementara.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah kata dunia tidak adil hanya kerana apa yang kita nak tidak tercapai.&lt;br /&gt;Ingat, kalau kita gembira, ada lagi yang lebih gembira daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita sedih, ada lagi yang lebih sedih daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita kaya, ada lagi yang lebih kaya daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita susah, ada lagi yang lebih susah daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita pandai, ada lagi yang lebih pandai daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita bodoh, ada lagi yang lebih bodoh daripada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dan seterusnya........................................&lt;br /&gt;Kita dah dapat lebih dari yang sepatutnya kan? Bersyukurlah dengan keadaan kita sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun berpeganglah pada sesuatu yang kita rasa betul dan tidak akan menyusahkan kita satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan, carilah sebanyak mana yang kita nak.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang yang baik akan cuba menukar keburukan seseorang kepada kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang lebih baik ialah orang yang mencari kebaikan dalam keburukan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;Cinta, biarlah dia datang mencari kita.&lt;br /&gt;Tu kerja Tuhan, kuasa kita.&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah orang lain mencintai kita lebih daripada kita mencintai dia, insyaallah bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Belajar, walaupun hingga ke negeri China.&lt;br /&gt;Ilmu kita ibarat setitik air laut sedangkan ilmu Allah seluas lautan.&lt;br /&gt;Cari dan belajar semua benda, suka tak suka kena juga.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekadar mengenai adat kita sahaja, tetapi belajar tentang kaum lain juga. Tak rugi.&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling penting, belajar mengenal diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana dengan azam tahun ni? Tercapai?&lt;br /&gt;Aku? Hmmmmmmmmm.....separuh kot tercapai.&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, ingat, kita merancang, Tuhan tentukan.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, selamat berjuang dan berjaya untuk tahun 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin perjalanan tu perit, tetapi pastikan kita membuang halangan dalam perjalanan dengan cerdik.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan terburu-buru, masih ada orang lain di sisi kita.&lt;br /&gt;Belajarlah dari semua benda yang terjadi kepada kita atau di sekeliling kita.&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengingatkan diri aku dan semua orang supaya bersabar dan memandang jauh ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;All is well. Nothing's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhQo4-wdcKU/Tv5_J42EB_I/AAAAAAAABe4/tthoWH1izG8/s1600/tumblr_lvn7naXWhT1qhsa5io1_r1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhQo4-wdcKU/Tv5_J42EB_I/AAAAAAAABe4/tthoWH1izG8/s400/tumblr_lvn7naXWhT1qhsa5io1_r1_250.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-4641100200380938154?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4641100200380938154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/4641100200380938154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/4641100200380938154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc.html' title='Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc....'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhQo4-wdcKU/Tv5_J42EB_I/AAAAAAAABe4/tthoWH1izG8/s72-c/tumblr_lvn7naXWhT1qhsa5io1_r1_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6036623137490676336</id><published>2011-12-19T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:49:24.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Hari Ini Nak Tulis Panjang-Panjang!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Kecewa, tu ja yg aku nk gitau.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan, tak pernah ada makna...&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah...aku tak pernah bahagia, tak pernah rasa selamat dengan kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah aku rsa dihargai.&lt;br /&gt;Klu ada 3 org, mmg takkan ketiga2 bahagia. Msti ada sorang yg kna brkorban. slalunya aku la seorg tu. Msti aku.&lt;br /&gt;Memang, aku memang rempang, cepat marah, yang paling obvious, tak pernah dapat bertahan dalam apa jenis perhubungan pun.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun terer buat org mluat kt aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang teruk, jahat, semuanya aku. Aku mengaku tu.&lt;br /&gt;Selama aku hidup ni, aku tak pernah rasa bahagianya berkawan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma boleh rasa seronok, tu pun kejap ja.&lt;br /&gt;Bila berkawan, rasa mcm ok ja.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lepas tu mesti jadi jga bnda yg aku tak mau jd.&lt;br /&gt;Pindah la, gduh la, lain kelas la, jmpa geng lain la...mcm2...&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang aku tringin nk buat kuiz dkt kawan2 aku, tentang aku.&lt;br /&gt;Apa depa rasa tntang aku, pndapat dpa tntg aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dh penat,wei.&lt;br /&gt;Cemburu tak payah kata la.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab utama aku tutup akaun Facebook aku dlu bkn sbb exam,&lt;br /&gt;sebab aku depresi, puas hati??&lt;br /&gt;Sebabnya kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak kan lupa mcm mna rsanya penyakit gila tu.&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih truk dri pnyakit lelah,asma dan mati.&lt;br /&gt;Rsanya mati lg baik.&lt;br /&gt;Byangkan kita 1 sekolah,1 umur.&lt;br /&gt;Msih boleh aku disishkan.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn tnya knapa aku x cakap.&lt;br /&gt;Klu btul kwn aku, dh tau dh aku mmg tak cakap bila aku x mau ckp.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak paksa sesapa pun kawan dgn aku.&lt;br /&gt;Klu tak nak kawan, ckp trus x nak kwn.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn main tarik tali dgn aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bkn hantu, bukan org yg sabar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorilah, bila aku kwn, aku mmg protect kwn gila.&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya aku pikir dan cuba wat, tapi apa yg kawan buat utk aku??&lt;br /&gt;Klu dia pndah tmpt jauh, aku usaha juga pegi jmpa dia, nk wat kejutan konon.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi balasannya, dia gi tmpat lain utk jmpa kwn dia yg lain, aku yg trkejut.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bleh sabar lg, tp sedih tak terkira2...nangis lg...&lt;br /&gt;Masuk taun bru, msing2 pndah kelas.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ja yg ttp.&lt;br /&gt;Msing2 brubah, aku pun mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Jmpa yg bru, yg lma dsepahkan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku la yg kutip sisa2, simpan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak pernah pnat simpan sisa2 tu wlaupun aku tau, bnda tu la yg akn bunuh aku nnti.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak kisah duduk sesorng.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku ni manusia, bkn malaikat.&lt;br /&gt;Sabar aku pun ada hadnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tak da manusia yg bleh sabar smpai mati kcuali Nabi2.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni dh mcm playgirl.&lt;br /&gt;Asyik tukar2 kawan jer....&lt;br /&gt;Klu kawan tak pnah lebih dri 1 thun.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dh pnat la kawan2.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn buat mcm ni lg kt aku.&lt;br /&gt;Stiap kali aku tngk kwn2 yg lain kawan baik2, aku msti nangis sndri.&lt;br /&gt;Pastu demam, tu pun sndri.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn post dkt FB bnda yg korang x bleh share dgn aku, tp dgn kekawn lain boleh.&lt;br /&gt;Tlg la jgn bg aku nangis lg.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ja aku mntak.&lt;br /&gt;Klu tak, knapa aku wat blik FB?&lt;br /&gt;Knapa tak da lngsg bnda yg bleh share dgn aku?&lt;br /&gt;Sbab aku mnat apa yg korang mnat?&lt;br /&gt;Rampas apa yg korang mnat?&lt;br /&gt;Semua idol2 tu?&lt;br /&gt;Tak suka? Meluat?&lt;br /&gt;Jd idol2 yg x knal korang tu lg penting dri aku, kawan korang?&lt;br /&gt;Aku trtnya2 jga, aku ni btul ke kwn korang?&lt;br /&gt;Apa yg idol2 tu bleh bg kt korang?&lt;br /&gt;Tolong korang wktu ssh?&lt;br /&gt;Diorng bleh bg seronok skejap je.&lt;br /&gt;X bleh ke kta mnat bnda tu sesama?&lt;br /&gt;Ssh sgt ke?&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau aku ni x ada apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;Nk harap otak, tak bleh pkai.&lt;br /&gt;Latar blakang pun org biasa je, x brada pun.&lt;br /&gt;Nk hrp diri, x cantik, hodoh ada la.&lt;br /&gt;Perangai, mmg teruk gila.&lt;br /&gt;Kemahiran, tdo je aku tau.&lt;br /&gt;Mmg tak ada sbb korang nk kwn dgn aku.&lt;br /&gt;Tp aku nk kwn jga dgn korang.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tringin nk rsa bhgianya brkawan tnpa rsa skit ati.&lt;br /&gt;Tp klu x boleh, tak apa la.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak nak paksa2.&lt;br /&gt;Nnti x ikhlas...&lt;br /&gt;Tak payah call tiap2 hari, 1 sms utk 1 mnggu pun akn buat aku happy snym smpai ke tlinga utk 1 bln wlpn sms tu tulis "Aku nak gi brcuti".&lt;br /&gt;Kawan, trima ksih utk semuanya yg korang dh buat utk aku. Utk kwn yg skrg, aku mmg syg korang sangat2. Aku harap korang dpt kekal utk aku lma skit.&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah indahnya jika korang mnghargai aku seperti korang mnghargai kwn korang yg lain.&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah baiknya jika korang sedar betapa aku amat mnghargai kehadiran korang.&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah bgusnya jika korang tahu setiap hari aku berdoa untuk kebahagiaan korang terlebih dhulu drpd aku.&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah bahagianya jika korang tahu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6036623137490676336?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6036623137490676336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-ini-nak-tulis-panjang-panjang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6036623137490676336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6036623137490676336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-ini-nak-tulis-panjang-panjang.html' title='Hari Ini Nak Tulis Panjang-Panjang!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1236894785383099482</id><published>2011-12-16T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:19:52.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanfic'/><title type='text'>This isn’t goodbye”(to Homin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;JAECHUN POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the couch where he sat alone, Yoochun noticed Jaejoong’s shoulder was shaking. A moment ago, he told Yoochun that he wanted to write a new song. He started to hum the melody he heard in his mind. With pen in his hand, he jotted down the lyrics words by words until it formed paragraphs by paragraphs. Even though Yoochun was listening to his iPod but he could still hear Jaejoong humming the melody. However, for the past 10 minutes, Yoochun no longer heard any hums from Jaejoong. It was a complete silent now. The only thing that he heard was a silent sobbing from Jaejoong. He could see the older man tried his best to control his sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong wasn’t aware that Yoochun could hear his crying. The pen that he used to write the lyrics was no longer in his hand. It dropped on the floor for a moment that he himself didn’t know how long it had passed. With tears falling unstoppable on his cheeks, he continued to stare blankly at the sky or to be exact, at a group of stars that formed itself into a letter ‘W’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further delay, Yoochun took off his headphone and walked towards his hyung. He bended his body and placed his arms around the older man’s shoulder. No words came out from Jaejoong’s mouth. Only tears were seen moving from his precious eyes down to his cheeks. So, he kept the question that he thought of asking Jaejoong buried inside his mind. “Its better this way,” said Yoochun alone. He took Jaejoong’s left hand, held it close to his hyung chest and rested his head on the older man’s right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that deep inside of his hyung’s heart, this older man was crying over something. Something that only tears could tell the story. Yoochun remained silent. As he hugged Jaejoong, he could feel the coldness of his body. “You must have been in your own world for quite a long time hyung,” uttered Yoochun while adjusting his position. He now stood on his knees with arms still hugging his hyung. This time around, it was even tighter with hope that Jaejoong’s body temperature would risen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong was like a statue. He didn’t move even when Yoochun hugged him harder as if he will be taken from him any moments. He seemed to be lost in his own world. Yoochun eyes caught something. It was a piece of paper that Yoochun believed to be the new song that Jaejoong was working on. He looked at it and his eyes started to read every line written on the paper. The final line written by Jaejoong was &lt;i&gt;‘You will always be Our pride…’&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun placed the paper back on the table and looked at the direction that Jaejoong was staring. He witnessed the stars that formed the letter ‘W’ in the sky. He registered the meaning of it and indeed it was true just like what was written by Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;Late at night&lt;br /&gt;The stars formed letters&lt;br /&gt;I believe till today that it wasn’t a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;In the same darkness at the same distance&lt;br /&gt;Always drawing the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he understood why his hyung cried. “You’re missing them, aren’t you, hyung?” whispered Yoochun silently while wiping the older man’s tears. No answer came out from Jaejoong. Not even a nod from Jaejoong to approve his answer. The only answer was the sound of his sobbing echoed in the thin air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung, I miss them too,” cried Yoochun. He embraced Jaejoong tighter. A single drop of tears from a guy who was known for being emotional now turned into unstoppable droplets. Yoochun knew how it felt to missing somebody. He experienced it before. One by one painful memories of him missing his mother and younger brother slowly recalled it back in his mind. Those feelings nearly kills his dream of becoming what he is today but thanks to his members he gained back his strength especially to the guy that he hugged now. “Hyung, thank you for lending me your ears, for sharing me your shoulders for me to lean on whenever I feels like crying and for staying with me now,” whispered Yoochun slowly to Jaejoong’s ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong knew that Yoochun was the kind of person who kept everything to himself. He didn’t want other members to know that he had problems. Whenever he’s alone, he cried his heart out alone. Not known to him, Jaejoong noticed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yoochun, listen to this,” said Jaejoong as he plugged the headphone into his room mate’s ears. With his back facing Jaejoong, Yoochun listened to the song. It was a song entitled &lt;b&gt;‘Lean On Me’&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p/s I couldn’t remember the original singer, so listen to the new version by Glee Cast…some of the lines say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;[i]“Lean on me when you’re not strong,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be your friends, I help you carry on,&lt;br /&gt;For it wont be long till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;For no one can feel those of your needs that you won’t let show,&lt;br /&gt;I just might have a problem that you understand,&lt;br /&gt;It wont be long till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind, Jaejoong could see Yoochun’s trembling shoulder. He knew that Yoochun was crying. He wanted to hug him but he couldn’t because he knew the best thing to do was to let him cry. “You can always lean on me,” whispered Jaejoong. After hearing it, Yoochun turned and hugged Jaejoong. Tears falling like a waterfall from his eyes causing Jaejoong’s back wet with Yoochun’s tears. “Thank you,” said Yoochun in between his sob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I rely on him a lot. He came to visit me when I was sick and even stayed for the night. Leaving only after spending the night. He is someone that I can depend on that time. I’m really thankful to him. Hope this will continue, I have nothing more to ask for. He gives me strength,” said Yoochun honestly as he looked at Jaejoong who sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from JAECHUN couple talk in AADBSK2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;End of flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cold silent night, two men were now crying. “If tears is the only way for us to tell them that we miss them like crazy then just let it be,” cried Yoochun. He looked at Jaejoong again. Still, there was no reply from the older man. In return, more tears came out from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;JAEJOONG POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun’s sob finally hit Jaejoong consciousness. He is back to the real world. A world that he wanted to leave but couldn’t. He looked at the younger man next to him. His eyes were red and he didn’t know how long Yoochun was in that position. He tried to ask Yoochun to let go of his embrace but he couldn’t utter a single word. Seeing Yoochun’s teary eyes made his whole body paralyzed and remembering back the reason for his own tears made him even weaker. The stars that formed ‘W’ in the sky slowly faded away from his vision. Everything went blank. The last thing he heard was Yoochun’s voice calling for his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;YOOSU POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaejoong hyung!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Yoochun out loud. Jaejoong fainted in his embrace. He tried to carry Jaejoong but his numb legs forbid him from doing so. The only thing that he was able to do was holding Jaejoong in his arms, preventing the older man from falling on the floor. Before he could scream out Junsu’s name, a pair of arms took over his job of holding Jaejoong. It was Junsu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any further delay, Junsu carried Jaejoong to his room and grabbed a phone. He started to dial numbers. In the meantime, Yoochun finally was able to move his legs. He quickly ran into Jaejoong’s room. “Hyung! Jaejoong hyung!!!!! Wake up please! I’m begging you!” cried Yoochun. Junsu stood at the foot of the bed, startled. He folded both of his arms. Worries drawn on his face and the only thing that came out from his shaky voice was “No. This couldn’t happen.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun was still crying but now he’s in Junsu tight embrace. The youngest man tried his best to hold back his tears. Yoochun’s sob made it even harder for him to restrain himself from crying. Unknown to Yoochun in his embrace and Jaejoong lying unconsciously on the bed, deep inside his heart, Junsu screamed out the two names with hope that he will get enough strength by doing so. After hearing what the doctor said, Junsu sighed with a relief. He knew the fact that the only person needed by Yoochun and Jaejoong now was him until Yunho and Changmin &lt;i&gt;“return”&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;HOMIN POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho was sitting on the bench after his photo shoot ended. Just now, he was running all over the place, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the park in Hong Kong. Now, he sat alone staring blankly at the pond in front of him. Another body joined him on the bench and he knew that the person was none other than Changmin. Earlier he told Yunho that he needed a vacation badly, so Yunho suggested the magnae to follow him to Hong Kong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Changmin could utter a word, Yunho spoke in a low tone, “Changmin…i don’t know why but there’s something bothering me. I couldn’t figure it out.” Changmin was startled after hearing what Yunho said because he felt the same way too. “Hyung, me too but I couldn’t think of possible reasons to it,” replied Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both looked at each other trying to register what happened to them. “I guess maybe we’re too tired that we felt the same way. After this, we head back straight to the hotel and give ourselves a long and good sleeping hour. Are you fine with that?” asked Yunho and Changmin replied with a pouting face, “Okay but only after you treat me. I’m hungry hyunggggg.” “You little rascal, alright then,” answered Yunho back with a smile on his face. “Changmin will always be Changmin,” whispered him silently while his hand fished for his cell phone in his bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could find it, his manager called for both of them. “Changmin, let’s go,” Yunho stopped his search and quickly zipped his bag and walked away. Unknown to him, there were few calls and messages awaited him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;JUNSU POV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest man was still holding his phone. Yoochun fall asleep in Junsu’s embrace while Jaejoong was still unconscious. Deep inside his heart, he prayed to God that Yunho and Changmin would return his call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he adjusted Yoochun’s position, he saw a piece of paper in Yoochun’s hand. It was the lyrics of the new song written by Jaejoong earlier. He slowly took it out and started to read. This time around, he was defeated. The tears that he was long holding burst out from his eyes. Deep inside a question lingered in his mind. He looked at his phone and whispered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Will they come back to us?????”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf0000;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0040ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Certainly,&lt;br /&gt;One day we will meet again&lt;br /&gt;Close the eyes to think of you&lt;br /&gt;Your position&lt;br /&gt;It was still the same you as before&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we meet&lt;br /&gt;We will protect your place&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe that we are able to smile with you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-1236894785383099482?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1236894785383099482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-isnt-goodbyeto-homin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1236894785383099482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1236894785383099482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-isnt-goodbyeto-homin.html' title='This isn’t goodbye”(to Homin)'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1108544545230438177</id><published>2011-12-16T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:19:19.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanfic'/><title type='text'>The story has just begun…</title><content type='html'>‘Mom, look here! I’m going to Korea!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter I received yesterday stated that I’ve received a scholarship to further my study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What is the university’ my dad asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hmm…Kyung Hee University, South Korea in post-modern music course’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream had come true. I’m over the moon without knowing something is waiting for me there… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first day at the university arrives, I feel that everyone are staring at me as I’m the only girl that wear a t-shirt and jeans, I though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Sorry, I’m late to class now’ I run as fast as I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my class and it has started. The lecturer welcomes me warmly. I’m so nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You might sit there’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`WHAT! BESIDES A MAN! NO!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk slowly towards the table and sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man beside me faced me and holds his hand to greet me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`My name is Park Yoochun. Nice to meet you.’ He starts the chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hi. Nice to meet you too’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You’re new here, right?’ he asks while writing some notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Yea,’ I reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What’s your name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class of the semester is short as introducing the course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class end before I tell my name. He hands me a note before rushing to the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is at the door when I read the note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sorry, got to go to work ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You should change your fashion. Your like a man~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Call me, wasurenaide~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my dinner, I ask my sister whether I should call or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You must call him. Don’t you know who is he???’ Min Ai says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in dilemma. Just know him. At last I call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Yeobosayo’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hmm, can I talk to Park Yoochun?’ I’m nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Ooo, I’m so sorry. He’s asleep. Maybe too tired.’ A young man answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Who are you? Wanna leave a message?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Never mind. I’m his friend, Min-yue,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start from that, we got closer and closer without any of us recognizing it. I was so happy whenever we went out together, like studying together at the library, bought some stuff together for project. We really became best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve bare the fact of being a friend of one of the members of the most popular pop group in Korea. I’ve learned to be more brave and patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is very meaningful to me. He brings me to his house to meet his hyungs, a week later after we’ve known each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Anyeong…I’m min-yue…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong…Dong Bang Shin Ki mida’ they greet me warmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`So this girl makes you don’t…’one of his hyung says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Not this time, hyung.’ Yoochun stared at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`let me introduce, this is Junsu dolphin, Jaejoong, Yunho…where is….’he stop there. Junsu mocks at him. So cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A music heard from a room, `piano,’ I though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun pull my hand to a room and found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`This is Changmin,’ he tells me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Anyeong….hyung,’ I startled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man stops playing and faced me. I’m totally shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`That man…I know him...’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Anyeong min-yue,’ he smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yoochun leave the class on the first day, a voice ask my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Min-yue, nice to meet you,’ I answer while rushing to keep my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Lets have a walk outside,’ he point to a big, hugh, shady tree at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after class, I will run to the tree where I can found a man that is holding a book, even just for a second before walking back home with Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask for his name but he refuse to tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘One day you will know,’ he smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep that night. Thinking of the incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`why didn’t you tell me who are you,’ my heart shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I get a fever. Very enough not to go to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep for the rest of the day until evening when Yoochun come to visit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Are you okay? You look so pale,’ he says caringly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I’m find,’ I say irony. The true is I feel very weak even to raise my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun is very caring as he cooks a chicken porridge for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hopes you can get well soon’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I’m surprised with a visit from Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I know from Yoochun that you’re sick,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You have the cure,’ I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings a cd and a song heard from the player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A love song…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miduhyo …chonnune banhandanun marur miduhyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudaeyegen anirago marhajiman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narur gyongsorhage baraburgabwa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamchowassur bbunijyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I believe…I believe that one can fall in love at first sight) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Though I told you that it wasn’t possible) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I only hid this thought from you because I was afraid) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That you would look at me as if I was careless and hasty) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I want you sing for me…tonight??’ I ask him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hmm, I will, specially for you to cure,’ he whisper at my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore demo kimi ga boku no soba nara to itte mo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eien ni kimi ga shiawase de iru koto, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada negatteru, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoe sore ga donna ni sabishkute mo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setsunakute mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But still, even you leave my side) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m only praying that you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May be happy for eternity) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No matter how sad that would make me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No matter how lonely) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like in heaven. I don’t remember what time I fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I find a note beside me when I’m rushing to the classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meet me under the hugh tree- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Changmin- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the tree and find out Yoochun playing Miduhyo with piano. I’ve lost my words. He stops playing and hold my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What the hell is going on?’ I though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Will you be my girlfriend?’ he smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I…I…I…don’t know’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow behind a tree smiled at me. It’s Changmin. He nodded to me and makes me nodded to Yoochun. I saw tears flowing from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Thank you, Min-yue’ Yoochun hugged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I’ve break his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I go to DBSK house to see Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hi Min-yue. Are you okay? Why you come here?’ Yunho open the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun saw me and want to hug me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`No!’ I shouted at him .He’s shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I mean I’m sweating,’ I denied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mianhe, Chunnie,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are looking for Changmin but I don’t found him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu clap my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`He’s not here. Maybe at the park, you know, searching for fresh air,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Did he say anything?’ I ask rashly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`No,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Don’t lie to me, hyung. Please….’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I can’t tell you. He might mad at me, I’m sorry, Min-yue’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start crying and fainted at the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember where I sleep but maybe at DBSK’s house because of the man perfume smelled in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at the midnight and hear music from their work room. Sound so sad and hollow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why did you do that?’ I ask as I’m holding back the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Because I love you,’ he says with his smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`But if you love me, why you do that?’ I know he is joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Because….I loves both Yoochun and you. I have no choice, Min-yue,’ he muttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold my tears anymore. Immediately let it flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Uljima,’ he wiped my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Now, go back to sleep,’ he pull my hand back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I will sing to you, a lullaby…,’he smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month DBSK go for a show at Japan. About a month I live without my men. Without nice Yoochun, without caring Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Tomorrow they will come back,’ I though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I’m going to make some cookies for them’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I bring them to Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`So delicious like you,’ he laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I lie to Yoochun that I want to go to library and told him to wait for me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I want to meet Changmin under a hugh tree where he always sits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I saw he walks with a girl. Not a girl but a woman, a long hair woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears flow from my eyes and the cookies fall from my hands. I run as fast as I could to avoid him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin saw min-yue and keep acting like that woman is his girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Thanks Kyo-Hyun,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Never mind. I think you should stop pretending. Poor Min-yue. She deserved your love, you know,’ Kyo-hyun said while hugging the teary Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin picks the cookies and eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`very delicious, thank you’ he cry again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet Yoochun at library and hug him tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What will you do if I leave you?’ I ask a very stupid question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What?! No way! No…no... No... Why, Min-yue,’ he looks very worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Nothing, I think I want to go back to my home town this holidays’ I lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Okay,’ he smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a week since I saw Changmin hugging another girl. He didn’t even ask apologize and talk to me. He just ignored me. When I saw him like he was hurting himself. I want to forget him. I wanted him to move away from my heart. My heart was just too unbearable when I saw him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Kyo-hyun comes to my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What do you want?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I will explain everything tonight,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run in the rain to the park where I cry as I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Sometimes when its raining, I go outside and walk course this does the only time I can cry without anyone know,’ Changmin say it when it start to rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the hugh tree and cry. This tree means so much to me. Everything happens here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why this should happen to me, why…,’I shout to the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I saw a man wearing white suits beside a white piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wipes my tears and pulls my hands to sit beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays a Romanization-Bolero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a moment, the song end and he stands up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks through a light and smiled through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Where are you going?’ I shout my tears flows very fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Don’t leave me!!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask but when I open my mouth all that comes out is, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I found myself lying under the tree. I think I’m dreaming. But I saw Kyo-hyun running towards me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You! Wake up!’ she shout at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Look what you have done!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What I’ve done? I’m puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Follow me,’ she pulls my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach the hospital. I see Jaejoong cry at Yunho shoulder. Junsu like a lost person. When he watches me, he cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun, that’s not her fault,’ Junsu wipes his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`what happen?’ I ask while gripping to Kyo-hyun’s hand tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`why are you crying? Junsu hyung, what happen, tell me what happen,’ my hearts beat up faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong pull my hand into a room. There a bed with something being covered with white blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Be patient. That is...’ Jaejoong sounds dead, monotonous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What is this, hyung?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me with a chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a million things I would have liked to asked, but the knot in my throat grows larger with every beat of my heart and so I can only sit there and stare at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the blanket and saw Changmin face. Lifeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What happen?’ I shake the body vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You’re not joking, right?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin OPPA!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to believe what I was seeing; I just want to believe that he was just sleeping peacefully but know it wasn’t true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`NO!!!!!!!!!!!’ I shout and touch his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people outside burst into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho hold me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Be patient, Min-yue.’ Junsu’s voice is thick, barely recognizable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`What happen, hyung, what happen?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Don’t lie to me this time, hyung. Don’t torture me anymore,’ I shout to Junsu and push him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho start while wiping his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`We went out from a restaurant and Yoochun found a shop that sold a very beautiful dress. He always said that Min-yue never wear a dress before.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`While crossing the road, a car suddenly rushes towards him.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin realizes it and try to grab him but…...’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`The scene was so fast,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin push Yoochun to the roadside while he got knocked with the car,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Doctor tries to save him but…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun still at the ICU. He injured his head.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`The last word he said was Min-yue…mianhe’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my strength and sited to the ground. Yunho help me to get up. I buried my head into his shoulder as only that I could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I want to see Changmin.’ I beg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left me with the lifeless figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why did you leave me?’ I touch his hand. Cold and pale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You promise to accompany me, forever, is it?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Just don’t leave me alone under the hugh tree.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to snivel again but his face act like don’t want me to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`you’re the only one for me to be accompany, you know?’ he say when we are walking home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Hmm, I know.’ I answer with smile to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I won’t leave you,’ I touch his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Even if I leave you?’ he looks into my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why you say that?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Just promise me,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Yes. I won’t leave you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles like an angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You had forfeited everything, you know.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`For me and Yoochun.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Who will sing to me tonight?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Sorry for throwing the biscuits,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You’re only throbbing yourself more, you should have told me!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Kyo-hyun had explain to me,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Mianhe,’ I can’t hold my tears anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I cry, there isn’t Changmin to swab away the tears anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Sweet dreams, oppa,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing at the park, alone. I tried to look around, feeling his soul with me but the wind is harsh, cold, biting into my skin. There is nothing left under the hugh tree to mark the fact that Shim Changmin had once been there. It all happened so quickly, it was like he just meets me yesterday and now, he’s gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`This letter is what Changmin write and give to me before. Uljima,’ Jaejoong give it to me after the funeral, his eyes alight with worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Gamsaheyo, hyung,’ I try to smile but I can’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my whole body tremble and I somehow reluctant to open the note, since I know this will be the last I will ever read. A last letter from Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Min-yue, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait me under the hugh tree again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Changmin - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run as fast as I could to the tree but there isn’t anyone there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Stupid dumbass liar,’ I say to the air, with laugh sound so depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`How could I trust the death?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at a yellow leaf hang at the tree. I wonder if the leaf likes to stay on the tree. Maybe it wants to join the others on the ground- death meant nothing compared to being alone with the love one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned towards the tree and watch a couple of bird flying in the sky. Although it's a beautiful day, why is that only tears fill my eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my eyes are closed with hands. When I open my eyes, there is a man standing in front of me wearing white suits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Changmin oppa,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Min-yue,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Uljima,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself that this is not real; this is probably one of those made-up hallucinations. But as I touch his face, I can’t help but believe that this is it, this is the truth, he is here, real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You know, goodbye mark new beginnings, which means we’ll meet again,’ Changmin smiled at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`The earth never stop spinning,’ he touch my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Min-yue, I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to start, so let me start by an apology. I’m sorry, for keeping this too long. I want to tell you but I guess I never managed to do that,’ Changmin embrace my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I’ve already forgive you.’ I murmured. No more tears to shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`No matter what happens I will always love you. I will always be by your side no matter where I am,’ a tear flow from his eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Uljima,’ I wipe his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m the blameworthy one,’ I said once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`He loves you, Min-yue. Not me. Don’t you realize all the attention he gives to you?’ Kyo-hyun stares at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I don’t believe it. It’s not more than a lie,’ I shout to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If he does, why is he hugging you?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Because he loves you, he sacrifice everything,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You know, I only love Park Yoochun but he choose you, the lucky one.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I found this on his table in class,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a piece of paper. A diary maybe. I read through and my eyes got teary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her from faraway, besides Yoochun. I have spent many sleepless nights thinking of her, wishing to step forward and tell her how I felt about her, before it’s too late. Everyday I talk to her under the hugh tree. My heart full of unconditional love… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned the best proposal for the girl of my dreams. It was a miracle how she came into my life and due to that I wanted it to be a miracle for her too to have the most envied proposal in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, Yoochun hyung told me that he had fallen in love with Min-yue. He asks me to help him to propose her before we go to Japan. What should I do? Yoochun begged me to help him. The only way is I need to let her for Yoochun. Kyo-hyun can help me, I think. This love needs a lot of sacrifice, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, Yoochun,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Actually, I’ve fell in love with Min-yue,’ Yoochun clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you…had you told Min-yue?’ Changmin want to confirm it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Uhh…No…I don’t dare to confess my love to her…’ he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Could you help me?’ Changmin heart’s stop pounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin opened his mouth to say something when the bell rang at the same time, stating that recess time is over. Without saying anything else, Yoochun quickly returned to the class. Changmin was left alone in the corridor, feeling puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` But why did you leave me?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin is silent, his large, dark eyes filled with an emotion I cannot find a name for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sorry,’ he sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You have to learn to move without me, Min-yue,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside me snaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you think I haven’t tried?’ I say loudly, close to shouting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve done almost everything to forget you! Learning to survive without you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cool touch, pat on me even through the fabrics of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t do this. Why am I the only one who’s left behind?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Believe me, Min-yue,’ Changmin worries his lips before saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If I had a choice, I’ve never left you behind.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you think you will be able to come here again?’ I moan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Stop wallowing, Min-yue,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Just wondering,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin says ‘You’ll be find without me, I know you will. Yoochun is still here,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick the falling leaves ‘I know I won’t. You know that Kyo-hyun love Yoochun more than I do? So, he is hers. She deserved his love.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear slips out of the corner of my eyes and Changmin’s answering touch is as light as the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Autumn has always spelled loneliness of me,’ Changmin say while we are lying on the ground amongst the red maple leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you miss me?’ Changmin asks, never the subtle one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh sound so hollow. ‘How could I not, oppa?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sorry.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The seasons always change the weather, but can weather change your love for me?’ Changmin whisper to my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, forever my love is for you.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hugs me from the back but the time is too envious with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch his hand but slowly I can feel the air hugging me. He’s gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin’ my tears crash again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep not long after that, the light breeze and the taste of autumn on my tongue having some sort of effect on my eyelids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up, a glance at my watch tell me that it is dawn now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Afterglow.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up, brushing leaves off my dress and then I register that Changmin is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way back to my house slowly, feet tripping over invisible obstacles and eyes swollen. When I reach the door, my hand pausing on the doorknob, realizing that there’s nothing interesting anymore. I end up curling on the bed and waiting for morning to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barami momun gu shigan jocha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naegen nomu mojarangol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanbone miso majimak insa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghamnida gudel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even that time when the wind stays) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It’s not enough for me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I smile one more time and give my final greeting) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The never-ending songs that fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;How nice would it be if only I could sing it for you&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful would it be&lt;br /&gt;The songs I built up while waiting for you like this &lt;br /&gt;While dreaming about you&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you can go&lt;br /&gt;You can go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;A small road that just appeared in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Hold me hand &lt;br /&gt;So that I can feel you &lt;br /&gt;If only I can do that &lt;br /&gt;Be like this forever &lt;br /&gt;Listen to my song  &lt;br /&gt;So that I can dream of you &lt;br /&gt;If only I can do that &lt;br /&gt;Be like this forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What such a nice voice!’ I clap my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Now go to sleep. I’m going home to sleep too,’ Changmin pull my blanket on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Good night, my love,’ I say it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t forget to wear something girly tomorrow,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smile and switch off the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so stupid because I wouldn’t admit my feeling toward him that time. Yes, I had fallen for him. I was too afraid that I would lose him. I wanted to maintain our friendship. But now, I had lost him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soft touch at my head. It is too hard to open my eyes. There is a familiar shadow smiling with tears to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why you’re here?’ I say in mock-anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Because I miss you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t live without you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Love, I think, is like a drug. You get a dose of it and you crave more and more, your world brimming over with explosions of colors. And when you lose it, when you can’t get anymore of it, your world reverts back to its black and white like before,’ Changmin stare at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue-ah, please go back to sleep.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Since you’re leaving, all the more I’m not sleeping.’ I say stubbornly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I don’t want you to watch me go,’ Changmin voice is quiet, but for some reason I can still hear him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes flash to the clock on the wall. Eleven twenty-seven P.M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want to watch you go to sleep,’ Changmin continues. ‘One last time, Min-yue, please?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at him, his eyes so alive, so different from the precious time I saw him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally nod, his mouth melts into a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Close your eyes,’ Changmin orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Will you come here again?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Forever in your heart,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obey with something that feels like trepidation, obliges, lying down so that my head is settled on Changmin’s lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings quietly, but his voice still stands out amongst the hum of traffic and nightlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shigane jichodo sarange apado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu shigan jocha chuogigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majimak insa haneyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghamnida Saranghamnida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, fly away love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, fly away love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, fly away love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesenge dan hambone saranga anyeong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m tired now and love hurts) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About even if that time is just a memory) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have to give my final greeting) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love you, I love you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fly away, fly away love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the afterlife I will greet my love again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You know what; the point of meeting is for the eventual goodbye,’ Changmin says it at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t go,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you think I don’t want to stay?’ he says, eyes worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Then stay!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t. I just can’t,’ his voice cracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I hate you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry, clinging onto his clothes, desperate for him to take me along, whenever, forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We can love but it doesn’t mean we can own the love,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is inching closer with every fear, every smile, every laugh, every beat of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the beep of the clock, my breathing stop. I’m holding to nothing but air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world without Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry to sleep with my head against the door, breathing in the last vestiges of Shim Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue, sorry for loving you.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue! You’ll attend my wedding, right?’ I am startled from my day dream when Yoochun spoke suddenly. In a few days more, Yoochun will marry Kyo-hyun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Changmin is gone, I break up with Yoochun for a very strong reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you realize that Kyo-hyun loves you, oppa?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She takes a very good care of you everyday when you’re in coma,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He understands and starts up a relationship and ends up with a beautiful marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We will still be a best friend, is it?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? After the graduation, I become DBSK’s new manager and spoke-man. And Changmin part had been replace with a new member. He is good but not as caring and understandings like Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will take a leave on this holiday, guys,’ I announce in the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve told you earlier. You should take a rest previously,’ Yunho push my head softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t do that, hyung,’ Hwan-seo, dongsaeng shouts to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, without Min-yue, who will manage our schedule? With her as our manager, you see, we get more rest and relax,’ Jaejoong pat my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m proud of you, Min-yue. You’re very tough. Still can survive without him. Love is very undividable,’ Junsu claps my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I won’t forget him,’ I laugh so hollow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is Yoochun, manager?’ They ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course he is on the honeymoon, that why I’m going to a leave and you all…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is going on the holiday too!!!!’ they shout together. Yunho make a crazy holiday dance. Jaejoong pull him to sit back. ‘Very naughty this old man.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So, when you’re obtainable the holidays?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tomorrow morning. A week at my hometown and a week to Chinchon, you know, vacation,’ I smile so broad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have a nice holiday, Min-yue dongsaeng,’ they cheer together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the last night of October &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated after leaving indefinable words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your gloomy face, the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to forget you without even trying to explain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The returning seasons give me dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, impossible dreams are sad, they make me cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week at the hometown is very meaningful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a week at Chinchon, a small village afar from the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing anyone here, I can feel the breeze, cold and peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me remember a moment with Changmin and forget almost the work, DBSK and the business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Where are you now, oppa?’ my heart moans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In your heart always,’ a whisper in my head snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m walking, I see a man under a hugh, shady maple tree. He is reading while hearing to music, just like what Changmin always do when he wait for me. I get closer to him and I’m shaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘His face is …’ my heart stop pounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realizes my attention and asks ‘You want to sit here too?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears drop onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m Seung-woo.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why are you crying, have I made wrong? You’re Min-yue, right?’ he wipes my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How do you know my name?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait me under a hugh tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Min-yue - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes meet. And this time I won’t let it go like the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last he hugs me. ‘You’re the woman I’ve been dreaming.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you, Changmin.’ My heart gasps the fresh air. ‘Love is never gone,’ Changmin smiles when he watches Min-yue holding hand with Seung-woo behind the tree before he fades in the sunlight.&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-1108544545230438177?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1108544545230438177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-has-just-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1108544545230438177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1108544545230438177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/story-has-just-begun.html' title='The story has just begun…'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6596361391303492857</id><published>2011-12-16T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:18:36.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanfic'/><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>Winter; somewhere on the edge of the city, hidden within the confines of the trees surrounds the house, a young man stood on the vast balcony, silently sipping a cup of steaming tea as he basked in the faint sunlight, oblivious to the cold and the gentle hum of excitement that vibrates in the thickly saturated air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisps of white cloudy twirls formed in the air as he exhaled. He observed the endless movement of the fog intently before they disappeared from his sight, only to be formed again as his exhaled once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was white. Everything in sight was hidden beneath a thin layer of pure white snow. Specks of snowflakes fluttered, drifted and slowly landing on a chosen spot, crystallizing among its likes yet they share no similarity at all. In the center of a cloudless blue sky, the sun shown ever so brightly, which caused the iced trees in the surrounding shimmer like the water of a nearby lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace comes throughout Yoochun, helping him to forget some of his problems. At a moment, he catches a figure, a woman, someone he might recognize. As fast as light, he gets down to the ground without noticing that his friends are calling his name. He grabs that woman’s arm.  Without a glance, he hugs that woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, what are you doing?! Crazy, so insane!!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s me, Yoochun. You’re Jung Shi, is it?’ his body trembles as he is quivering her body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay, man?’ that woman hold his hands. So cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let me send you home,’ she smiled back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He is having a fever,’ that woman wipes Yoochun’s forehead with a wet handkerchief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you for sending him home,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Never mind, he looks so poor. My name is Kyo-hyun, Lee Kyo-hyun. Nice to meet you all,’ Kyo-hyun bow her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong, Dong Bang Shin Ki mida! This is Jaejoong, Yunho, Junsu and me, Changmin. That is Yoochun,’ Changmin pointing to sleeping Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Your face is very familiar to Jung-shi. Very same,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nonsense,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll go home first, thanks for some hot tea,’ Kyo-hyun smiled and touches Yoochun face softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can you come here tomorrow?’ a request suddenly comes out from Changmin’s mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, why not?’ she smiles so beautiful, shuts the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Poor and lucky hyung, lost one and get a new, beautiful one,’Junsu wipes Yoochun’s forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Shhh, you might wake him. I’m thinking something about Kyo-hyun. It is possible that she is Jung-shi. She is death already. Can she wake again and walk in the snow?’ Jaejoong say while gasping the cold air at the balcony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t make a joke at this time, hyung. We really need to help Yoochun to get better. I don’t dare to see him like this again. It is penetrating my heart.’Changmin sounds dead, monotonous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We will find the cure. She will come tomorrow, is it? You’re so smart, Changmin,’ Yunho sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong, anyone here?’ Kyo-hyun pushes the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What happen?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Jung-shi, is it you?’ a voice hear from a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun get up the stairs to find out who is it, no one but Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, I’m Kyo-hyun. Maybe you get a wrong person,’ Kyo-hyun slowly sits beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But your face…I never get a wrong person,’ Yoochun try to get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Just lying there, you still very weak, you know,’ Kyo-hyun slowly push him back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong, we’re back. Hyung, are you at the upstairs?’ a soft-dolphin voice shout from the downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun runs to downstairs ‘I’m here, anything I can help you?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can you take care of Yoochun while we’re out? We’ll be home late this evening,’ Yunho clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, can I ask my friend to accompany me here?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, of course. You won’t be alone here,’ Jaejoong smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong, anyone here?’ a girl voice hears from the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She is here. By the way, today is my holiday,’ Kyo-hyun walks toward the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hi, guys. Oppa!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue! Why you are here?’ Changmin burst to the door and hug Min-yue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘To accompany Kyo-hyun, we’re best friend, you know’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why don’t you tell me earlier?’ Kyo-hyun pissed Min-yue’s nose. Min-yue mocks at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This kid is my boyfriend,’ Min-yue pointing to Changmin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What kid?’ Changmin pinches Min-yue’s nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’re going now. Anything just calls us. Please take care of Yoochun. Anyeong.’ Yunho shut the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So, what happen?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun sits on the chair wordlessly. ‘I don’t know. That man, Yoochun just pull my arm and hug me while calling me…Jung-shi. He looks so deprived.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s go up stair,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You go first, I want to make a chicken porridge for him,’ Min-yue point the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun looks very pale when Kyo-hyun sits beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where have you been for this long time? I try to find you everywhere but…Please don’t leave me again’ Yoochun hold Kyo-hyun hands while mumbling to her before sleeps again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Pity him, losing his lover without any word.’ Min-yue says while heading to him carrying a bowl of porridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So poor,’ Kyo-hyun wipes his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’re home!’ Changmin immediately hug Min-yue from the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Eii, sweat! Go and get your bath first, oppa. I will cook for you tonight,’ Min-yue pushes Changmin softly while he mocks to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Want me to help?’ Jaejoong offers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘As you wish.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can I help you too?’ Changmin makes his childish face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘After you get your bath. Kyo-hyun, come and help me,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Menu tonight?’ Jaejoong asks while taking out some beef from refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bulgogi, Jigae Kimchi,…what about spaghetti? Consider to you, oppa,’ Min-yue smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bulgogi…Yoochun favourite, nice choice,’ Jaejoong claps her shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun cracks the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Did you mind if I ask about Jung-shi?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, why not?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who is she?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun’s wife-to-be. They know each other about 2 years ago,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, what are you staring at?’ Yoochun asks a girl, who is looking curiously at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing, just yourself. Your wearing is outdate,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why don’t you show me something that is update?’ he pulls her hand to a car while waving to his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you crazy? I have many things to do besides being your fashion instructor,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m Yoochun, your name?’ he asks while pulling the handbrake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Jung-shi, Cha Jung-shi,’ their eyes meet. All keeps in silent for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can I get out from this car?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, until you agree to go out tomorrow evening. I will fetch you here, where I will stop now,’ he smiles so beautiful, stops his car under a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay, tomorrow evening,’ a glace and Jung-shi is out from the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She’s so pleasure,’ Yoochun thinks while driving back to his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘From that moment, they become a very best friend until one day, when Yoochun propose her to be his girlfriend. They agree to get married in a year.’ Yunho get into the kitchen without anyone noticing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Junsu burst into the kitchen with Changmin pulling his hand back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Could you keep the silent for a while, men?’ Jaejoong stares at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry and then, Jung-shi disappears without a word. Yoochun waits for news from her for a month but nothing. We’ve tried to detect her but according to her family; she’s gone to America for some works,’ Junsu say it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But it is something to do with me?’ Kyo-hyun chops the onions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, after a month, we receive a letter stated that Jung-shi died because of a brain cancer. Yoochun cannot accept it and give up his career. We’re given a week holiday for Yoochun to recover. And we’ve use 2 days of the holiday. Yoochun must be okay before our next concert at Seoul. If not, we’ll not perform,’ Changmin’s eyes alight with worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘When you come last night, you’d give us a new hope. Only you are our expectation now.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun sighs. ‘Okay. But after that, I will go.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘YES!’ they shout together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days had gone and Yoochun is totally refreshed. They walk together in the snow and rain, playing snowballs and eating ice-cream together. In that time also Yoochun has accept that Jung-shi is gone and the one that is standing in front of him is Kyo-hyun, someone with a similar face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while going back from accompanying Yoochun from his dancing practice, the snow flow from the sky, make it very ecsotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you remember the first time we meet?’ Yoochun say while holding the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course, hugging people without noticing who she is, I almost hit your head with my laptop, you know. Fortunately, you faint,’ Kyo-hyun laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, just your face is like her,’ Yoochun holds her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you still cannot forget her, oppa? It almost 2 month she’s gone, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I know, I can accept that she’s gone but her love is still in my heart. Now, I’m having a new unconditional love with you, her love quite disappearing without I realize. I won’t find it course the real love is in front of me now,’ he smiles so broad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh yea, your holiday due tomorrow, right?’ Kyo-hyun wipes the snows from Yoochun’s hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, the concert will be held in fortnight. Will you come with me?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘…, I don’t know, oppa,’ Kyo-hyun smiled at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Kyo-hyun goes to Min-yue’s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What happen, Kyo-hyun?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I have something to discuss with you,’ she says, eyes worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oppa asks me to follow him to the concert at Seoul. What should I do now?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Just follow him, all problems will be solved,’ Min-yue places the tea pot on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course not, don’t you remember that I only take care of him during their holiday only?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong! Min-yue! Are you at home?’ a voice called from the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why you’re so early, oppa?’ Min-yue stared at them before having a glance at the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s happening, guys?’ Kyo-hyun rolled her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m going to make a small party tonight because, first, Dong Bang Shin Ki will end their holiday tomorrow and will have their next concert soon. Second, Yoochun had recovered from his ‘illnesses.’ Yoochun smiles while holding Kyo-hyun’s hand. She starts to shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Third, I will engaged with Changmin and after the concert we will get married,’ Changmin hugs Min-yue but Junsu mocks at them, ‘Pe go pa!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s cook,’ Jaejoong stand and go to the kitchen immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, let have a barbeque tonight, under the stars!’ Min-yue pulls Jaejoong hands to the house compound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, early in the morning, Kyo-hyun stands in the balcony, gasping for the last air there before she goes to Seoul with Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you ready?’ a voice whisper at her ear before a hug from back. Yoochun smiles at her. Suddenly, tears flows from her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing, I will miss this place, where I meet you at the first time,’ Kyo-hyun wipes her tears. She lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sleepy.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You can sleep in the car,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s go.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wake up, we’ve reached the airport,’ a soft touch wake Kyo-hyun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Take care of your health, friend. I will follow you after I finish my job here, okay? Before the concert. Guys, please take care of her especially Yoochun. I will kill you if anything happen to her.’ Min-yue hugs Kyo-hyun for last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t worry,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Promise that you will come, or I will kill you too. Our engaged, don’t forget,’ Changmin pissed Min-yue’s nose. She mocks at him before hug him ‘I love you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I really jealous of them, Min-yue is very tough, can understand Changmin’s career. Finally, Yoochun find his true love here,’ Junsu stare at Changmin and Min-yue while Yoochun holdings Kyo-hyun’s hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It like a perfect love story, right?’ Yunho claps Jaejoong’s shoulder while they are crossing the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun is holding Kyo-hyun’s hand when it happens.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is too fast. The snow keeps falling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance and Yoochun is at the roadside with blood spreading on his shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘KYO-HYUN!!!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is lying on the road while a car that knock her drive away from that place. Yoochun wounded and blood flows from his head. He gets up while holding his head. Tears flow from his eyes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t go, don’t leave me,’ his voice is thick, barely recognizable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other members become panic. Why this should happen at this time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yunho, call the ambulance! Hurry!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun, are you okay?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun, are you…NO!’ Min-yue scream before sited to the ground. Changmin help her to get up. She buried her head into his shoulder as she cry the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance arrives and Yoochun lift her on the trolley before get into the ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Delay the flight, hyung,’ he says to Jaejoong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-yue and Changmin join Yoochun in the ambulance while other follows by the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ambulance, Yoochun try to wake the unconscious Kyo-hyun but she still like that. A tear flipped from her eye as Yoochun sees it, ‘Uljima.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-yue has stop crying as she looks very worry to see much blood at Kyo-hyun’s body. She prays in her heart ‘God, please save my friend, please save us.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving the hospital, Yoochun immediately push the trolley with the attendants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Please stay outside,’ the doctor says before Kyo-hyun is brought into the operation room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s my entire fault,’ Yoochun sited on floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If I don’t ask her to follow me, she must be safe at home now,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why this must happen to me?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Am I too unlucky to have a true love?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s not your fault, hyung. I think you need to take serious of your injuries,’ Junsu claps his shoulder before they help him to get up and dub a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The pledge that she had made before…really come true,’ Yunho voice is thick, barely recognizable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What pledge?’ Yoochun explode to Yunho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Before you’re fully recovered, Kyo-hyun promises to take care of you only during the holiday. After that, she will go,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s why when you ask her to follow us; she’s like reluctant to go.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Yunho make a decision that Kyo-hyun must follow them until the concert last and then she can go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But oppa, I’ve…I’ve fall in love with him. What should I do now? I can’t follow you tomorrow. I must keep my promise.’ A tear flipped from her eye when she sees Yoochun is catching Jaejoong for taking his beef. Very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If I follow you tomorrow, Yoochun must not let me go, you know.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s only a reason. You want me to talk to him about it?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘NO! It just…nothing. I will follow you tomorrow and…we’ll discuss about it later,’ Kyo-hyun smiles so deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words-‘Okay. But after that, I will go.’- keep viewing in her head for the whole entire that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour of a soundless scene, Junsu breaks the silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s go home after you get the treatment, hyung.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want to take care of Kyo-hyun,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu is right, oppa. Let me take care of her. You should get some rest too. Pity your head,’ Min-yue clapped his shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will accompany her, don’t worry, hyung,’ Changmin smiled, look so irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Yoochun go to bed immediately after talking a little to his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thanks a lot, friends. I don’t know what to do if you’re not here,’ Yoochun sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s our responsibility to take care of you. Now, go to sleep.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day is very dreadful to Yoochun as he see the entire luggage in front of the door. ‘What’s going on, guys?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, we need to arrive Seoul before this evening. The concert…we need to prepare a lot for it,’ Yunho smiled a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But…I’ve some unsolved work here,’ Yoochun stared at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We know but we can’t delay it anymore. We will leave here with or without her,’ Jaejoong sits on the chair sorrowfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun looks much stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin burst into the house with a tired face, like do not get enough sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anyeong, hyung,’ his voice is deep and hollow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Any progress?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We need to go to Seoul first because Kyo-hyun still in coma. After she is awake, Min-yue will take her to Seoul,’ Changmin lie on the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Coma…it will take a long time to recover,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But why you look very sleepy, Changmin?’ Jaejoong touch Changmin’s head caringly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you cry last night?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing, I’m fine.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t lie,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can’t stand it again, hyung. Why it must happen now?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘About Kyo-hyun…let God decides it for me. Don’t worry, guys,’ Yoochun claps his shoulder, try to hold his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s time now. Let’s go to airport,’ Jaejoong grabs their tickets and passports before pulling his bag to the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, they pass through the place where Yoochun always walk with Kyo-hyun. He still remembers the day where they were throwing the snowballs. It is very happy to remember but Kyo-hyun now is lying on the bed, sleep without smiling again to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving the airport, all have board in the plane accept Junsu which is busy checking his beg when his phone vibrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeobosayo,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oppa, Kyo-hyun has waked! But…’ Min-yue stops there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But what?’ Junsu asks curiously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She don’t know who is me, she had lost his memory. She don’t even remember her name,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;flashback&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun’s head is in pain. She could feel the pain of her wound on her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where am I?’ she only see a white ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to recall who send her in but she fails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who am I?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can’t remember her own identity. She sits up her bed and look at her own reflection on the window beside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries again but pain strike her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she hears the door opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Min-yue, her friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun! You are awake!’ scream Min-yue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugs her immediately. Kyo-hyun is shocked. She pushes away Min-yue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who are you?’ asked Kyo-hyun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu, what’s wrong? Hurry or you’ll miss the flight!’ Jaejoong calls him after Min-yue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hyung…Kyo-hyun has waked but…she had lost her memory.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How did you know?’ Jaejoong startled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue just told me. What’s we’re going to do now?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We must go on with the flight, I will tell Yunho and Changmin. We’ll discuss it at Seoul.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What about Yoochun?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Keep it as a secret from him.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Kyo-hyun had lost her memory. She has no idea about who she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t recognize who are her best friends even her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that she got a quake on her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeobosayo,’ she could hear Changmin’s smile across the distance to the tiny gadget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue, are you okay?’ he asked, a bit more serious than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short silent occurred between them before Min-yue continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m okay. Have you all told Yoochun about Kyo-hyun?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Not yet but tonight we will,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She would be having temporary memory loss…it is just time that matters…,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I m going to take her on a vacation, hoping that she could remember some, you know,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Jaejoong want to talk to you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, anyeong, oppa,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘About that vacation, I’m very agree with you. Such a smart girl.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But will it work, oppa? Your concert is just around the corner,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘About the concert…I’ve discuss it with the management…they agree to postpone it until the next month, we will wait for you,’ Yunho whisper on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Really? So good,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pause ensued until the other responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s taking a toll on everybody, right? Don’t forget to smile! Hwaiting!’ Junsu dolphin voice makes her want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue, thanks for everything,’ Yoochun’s voice so narrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s okay, oppa,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, that’s the right attitude! Now, get a little bit of your deserved rest. I love you,’ a sound like kiss heard from the telephone before she hung up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, Kyo-hyun is getting better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is leaving with Min-yue until a nurse call her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wait!!! You left something!!!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun turns around and looks at the nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse takes a bracelet out from her pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The day when you came into the emergency room…you were holding this …’ explain the nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ok,’ say Kyo-hyun, even though she didn’t know whether that thing does not belong to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes it and get into the car. Min-yue is driving the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kyo-hyun takes a deep breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the bracelet on her hand carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a heart pendant, like a couple bracelets. It must have another pair with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one she is holding is for a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the small piece of metal. There are some words carved on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hope to the end~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kyo-hyun thinks…this may make her remember her own identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue…what is this?’ she asks, hoping a good answer from Min-yue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s…Yoochun’s bracelet.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who? Did I know him?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He is your boyfriend, don’t you remember him?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, not at all. Is he a DBSK?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes,’ Min-yue says without seeing that she almost hit the road divider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breaks suddenly. Kyo-hyun’s head fly forward, bumping against the air bag, causing her to groan in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay?’ Min-yue leans forward to have better sight of his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash in her head; they were walking to the airport and she is holding a man’s hand before a car hit her. She pushes that man and a bracelet locked to her hand. She hears a man shouts her name before she blacked out. A strike cross her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll drive you home,’ Min-yue reverse the car before continue to drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home, Min-yue open the door before she scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘OPPA!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun rolled her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hi, Min-yue, Kyo-hyun.’ Jaejoong open the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you know who is me?’ Junsu asks Kyo-hyun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I know, you are …Junsu. This is Jaejoong, Yunho, and Changmin; Min-yue’s boyfriend…’ she stares at Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But I don’t know you, I don’t remember. Sorry,’ she points to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun holds his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m Yoochun, Park Yoochun. Nice to meet you,’ tears flowing from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Uljima,’ she wipes his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Pegopa!’ Changmin shouts at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s cook for this child, oppa,’ Min-yue pulls Jaejoong’s hand to the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey! What child?! You should pull my hand, not his. Hello, I’m your boyfriend!’ Changmin shouts at both of them. Jaejoong grins like an evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You are very jealousy, dongsaeng. Min-yue won’t marry with Jaejoong hyung,’ Junsu claps his shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, watch out your mouth, hyung!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are at variance, Yunho asks Yoochun to take Kyo-hyun for a short walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay,’ said Yoochun. He tries his best to treat Kyo-hyun. Just to let her recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun, are you free now? Want to take a fresh air outside?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun taken aback. She feels a strange condition when he calls her name like a cold breeze in her vain. Like she had gone through the situation before but when? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, why not?’ she smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow keeps falling, spreading its beautiful and cold, where love soar like butterflies. They walks together even in the cold breeze, maybe people thinks they are crazy but believe that love can make them warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How many days will you spends you holiday?’ Kyo-hyun wipes the snow out her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Like usually, we are given a week holiday,’ Yoochun smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But this time we come here to work. We need to find the concept for our upcoming concert. Maybe it will take only three days. Then we will leave.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Three days only?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing. You’re a singer, is it? Can you…’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course. You are the first person to hear I sing this song solo, a sad love song,’ Yoochun cuts her words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls very beautiful when Yoochun starts to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaeritai nagai yoruni oku no munewa mada mayouteniru &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaerinai awai asa ni tsugeta chikai uso ni naru kara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano koro no bokura no kagega &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima tachiagari ugokidasu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I’m still waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirai wa soko ni tachi to maatte iru keredo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now living without your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no furueru kata wo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omoidashite wa iikikaseteru &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima dake ga setsunai my destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasuretai kimi no hitomi kimi no namida kimi no tameiki wo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasurenai ringgu hazushi kimochi karukushi sugosu mainichi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokoro dake sakende iruyo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou ichido dake tsutaetai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that my hearts beating for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain strike across Kyo-hyun’s head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of she is walking with a man under the snow flow come into her mind. But she still can’t observe that man. He is like a shadow. ‘Who is him?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun stops singing when Kyo-hyun stands up at once. She is holding a bracelet and held it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is this yours?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘…Yes.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It is in pair. If this is yours, do you have mine, I think?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘…Yes.’ He takes a small metal bracelet from his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Give me your hand.’ He locks up the bracelet softly at her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you. Now, give me your hand.’ She also does the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who are you actually? God, help me!’ her heart shouting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will recognize you one day. I can feel that you are very important to me,’ she whispers slowly to Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk home with everyone keep in silent. Only the air sound can be heard around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they open the door, everyone in the house is staring at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-yue pulls Kyo-hyun’s hand to the balcony. ‘Have you remembered who he is?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-yue sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun hears it, tears flow from his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So hard to love you, Kyo-hyun. Too much obstacles. Maybe I need to let you go. Promise must be keep.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, their holidays only for one day more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘When you’re going to Seoul?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tomorrow morning. The flight is very early. We’re avoiding the fans that are gathering at the airport,’ Jaejoong sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is Kyo-hyun?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She is having a therapy at the hospital; she said that she must get back her memory before you all go to Seoul.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is Yoochun?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He is collecting some memories before go to Seoul,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Poor them. Memories will make me sad when I remember them.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I believe that love won’t separate them,’ Min-yue holds Changmin’s hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is walking home, the snow is falling so beautiful. A figure of a man that she is missing is leaning to a tree like waiting for her make her walks goes faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sa gi jya.’ Yoochun whispers to her ear, holding her from run from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mianhe,’ a tear fall from her eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will wait for you until the day I die,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t do that. I believe you can find somebody else, which is more perfect. I just a burden to you. Don’t you realize that I just trouble you all this time? Please go away now. Start a new life. Don’t wait for me. I won’t be there for you. Just go away from my life. I hope you won’t be here now,’ she cries while running from him, crossing the road without noticing a car almost hit her. A glance and she realize that she is lying on the road with a man hugging him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun’s head is full with blood when he wake up and hold Kyo-hyun body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay?’ he smiled before heading to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash in her head and she remember that the man is Yoochun, her love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had remembered everything, everything about her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood splattered on her clothes, make her realizes that Yoochun had saved her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun, wake up. Don’t leave me!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve remember everything, I’ve remember who are you!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun, wake up!’ Yoochun’s shake make her wake from her sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s going on?’ Kyo-hyun rolled her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I should ask you,’ he smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hurry up, or we will miss the flight. Everyone had leaved the car, even Min-yue.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Actually you fall asleep in the car. Maybe too tired last night.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares at his head. Nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I got a bad dream, very bad and scary. I’m afraid it will happen.’ Kyo-hyun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What will happen?’ Yoochun touch her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There will be an accident and I will lose my memory. You die in a crash.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It won’t happen. It just a dream. Don’t worry,’ he claps her arm softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, what are you doing there?! Hurry up!’ Jaejoong’s shout shocked them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are crossing the road, a car suddenly rushes toward them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Kyo-hyun’s dream comes true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t know what to do, just standing on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is almost knocking her when a hand strongly pushes her towards the roadside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car drive away when Kyo-hyun wake and see her saver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yoochun!’ her dream come true but… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wake up! Don’t leave me!’ Kyo-hyun cries slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people at the place so it is not crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sorry. Don’t leave me. I love you!’ she hugged the body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Junsu kicks his leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hyung, just stop it! We’re late. Poor Kyo-hyun.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, stop pretending. We’re not doing drama here,’ Changmin pulls his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The road is very dirty, you know.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You guys just disturbing me!’ Yoochun open his eyes and mocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo-hyun slaps his shoulder loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why you do that? I almost fainted,’ she shouts to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I just want to test you. At last you say that you love me.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That not a joke,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t mad at me, your beauty has lost,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But your face is very cute when you’re angry,’ he pinches her cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s hurt!!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he hugs her and whispers to her ear ‘I love you too.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other four and Min-yue are watching their action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Free drama, so romantic,’ Min-yue rolled her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can be romantic too.’ Changmin smile like evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Flirty!’ he hugs her lover suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho come forward to both of Kyo-hyun and Yoochun, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘CUT! A perfect drama, ha? Do you want to go to Seoul or not?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mianhe, hyung,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the flight, Kyo-hyun holds Min-yue and Changmin’s hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you for your care, when I’m memory lost,’ she smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing.’ She runs to Yoochun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve said that nothing will happen to us. Nothing can separate us.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I wish I will be with you forever.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Your wish is fulfilled.’ He hugged his lover tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A perfect ending right? Our two friends had got their partner. What about us?’ Junsu pulls his luggage to the plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t worry. We’re Dong Bang Shin Ki!’ Jaejoong shouts before get into the flight.&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;/flashback&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6596361391303492857?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6596361391303492857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6596361391303492857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6596361391303492857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3169394370390075503</id><published>2011-12-14T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:47:35.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanfic'/><title type='text'>A Love Song for You</title><content type='html'>‘You’re under arrest! Put your gun on the ground. Don’t hurt the kid!’ a sound heard from the speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We have no way now, sir. What we need to do now?’ a man is holding a gun, quivering and hiding in the old factory near the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His leader, a dangerous criminal, is holding a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Get a truck. We leave this place,’ he says, pointing to his ‘kids’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes sir.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Get up now, child,’ he pushes the children into the truck, pointing his gun to his head. The crying sound heard make the police more beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t hurt the child!’ a woman shouts through the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m the police inspector, Hye-jin. Let’s have a deal. You let the child and we leave this place.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminal shocked for a while. ‘Don’t lie to me, woman.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s go,’ he point to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What about the corps?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bump onto them, you stupid!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing sounds from the truck make Hye-jin more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You, go to that corner. Shot when I instruct,’ she initiate her men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the truck gets out from the factory. The people in it are hiding their face and a boy shouting. The truck stops in front of Hye-jin and the leader step out and grab the boy with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let go the boy,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You want this child? Take it but in deadly way!’ he laugh, pulling the trigger, ready to shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance and the criminal man outburst the corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot scenes begin and the criminals run for shelter. Hye-jin quickly safe the boy before get a shot at her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets a second shot at her head after blast the leader of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other executioners get on the truck with their dead leader, leaving some that are arrested by the police later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is safe but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hye-jin, wake up! Call the ambulance now!’ her officer shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin, are you okay?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You stupid. Of course I’m not okay. My stomach like want to burst,’ Changmin scream at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll call the doctor,’ Yunho run to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Faster, hyung! I can’t stand it anymore!’ Changmin hold his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Huh, don’t cry,’ Jaejoong say while he and Yoochun put him on the wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you informed Min-yue about this?’ Junsu ask, never the slight one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t. She might kill me,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?’ they look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She had advice me to take care of my health. Furthermore, she is outstation now.’ Changmin grin in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She won’t angry if Jaejoong tell her,’ Junsu smirk like evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun smell the fighting scent; say ‘the doctor is here. Let’s go, Changmin.’ He pushes him into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the four of them getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What is he doing inside, why so long?’ Yoochun thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m going to get some snacks. You want some, hyungs?’ Junsu break the silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes. Some coffee might help.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu slowly walks through the corridor and find a café behind the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want 4 cups of coffee and some bread. Thank you.’ Junsu give the cashier the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the food, he sits beside the casement, showing the backside of the hospital. Looks very peace and catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his eyes catch a window at the hospital, with white curtain and a vase of pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love pink,’ he though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The room is at fourth floor,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Here you are. Thank you. Please come again,’ the waitress voice wake him from his reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Owh, thank you,’ he smile back, walking out from the café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgot what he had saw just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Here you are,’ he gives the drinks to his hyungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We thought that you’re making the coffee. Yunho had already fallen in sleep,’ Jaejoong shake the sleepy Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mianhe, hyung. The café is far from here.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you call Min-yue?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Not yet. If the Changmin’s condition gets worse, I’ll call her,’ Yoochun sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse gets out from the treatment room, ‘Shim Changmin relatives?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get shocked and burst to the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with him?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He needs to stay at hospital for 2 days. His ward is at fourth floor.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is he okay?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He will be fine. I’ll go first, thank you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you,’ they looked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We need to inform Min-yue now.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Junsu remember something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Fourth floor? Yes!’ he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you now? Don’t say that you’re happy,’ Yoochun stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No. I’m sad because no one is going to quarrel with me.’ Junsu sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, harmony at last.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let visit him now.’ They get into the lift and go to Changmin’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong push the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay?’ Jaejoong asks while shipshape the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wake up!’ Changmin stirred slightly. There’s something shining brightly on his face. He groaned but stays still. His eyes opened gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He’ll be fine. We will take care of you. What doctor had said?’ Yoochun closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing. My stomach is wounded because I eat too spicy. Then I get an injection and I don’t remember anything after that.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Maybe I cook too spicy for you all. Sorry Changmin.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Owh, that’s not your fault. Where is my bag?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Here,’ a while before his phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeobosayo,’ he could hear Min-yue’s smile across the distance to the tiny gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin, are you okay?’ she asked, a bit more serious than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m okay,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short silent occurred between them before Min-yue continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll go to you tomorrow. You want something?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want…you!’ Changmin smile so broad, make his hyungs jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yeah, that’s the right attitude! Now, get a little bit of your deserved rest. I love you,’ a sound like kiss heard from the telephone before he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Amazing. She doesn’t mad at me!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Wait until she comes,’ Yunho smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin scowl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu, you take care of him tomorrow,’ Yunho instruct him, beside a sleepy Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hah! Why? I …’ Junsu startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No complain.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Never mind, I can take care of myself. Even more, Min-yue will come,’ Changmin whispers slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, I will take care of you.’ Junsu grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu steps out from Changmin’s room, sighing. Junsu stroll around the hospital alone as he is feeling really boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Flashback~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Poor you. Why don’t you have a walk outside, get some fresh air. I’ll watch Changmin,’ Min-yue claps Junsu’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, you must be boring. Even myself too,’ Changmin tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay,’ Junsu stare at Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he is turning at a corner, he passes a room that he saw at the café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his face at the glass panel to see inside the room. A man with a girl. That man is putting the pink roses in the vase. Like he is not that woman’s husband. His clothing looks very formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu hides behind the wall of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes, the guy walks out from the room. Junsu sneaks into her room. A woman lying lifeless on the bed, peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She’s very beautiful. Why she is here?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a nurse get into the room, make Junsu stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You’re this patient’s family member?’ she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He startled. ‘What should I do?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes I’m. What’s wrong with her?’ he covers his face, try to act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You don’t know? Almost 3 month she is in this state, coma.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Two shots at her chest and head. First, we think she is unable to live but her strength is really great. After the operation, she gasps for air.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Her occupation?’ the last question seem does not have the answer when suddenly the doctor gets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nurse, we need to stop the oxygen pump. This patient is heavily recovered. We just need to let her go.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No,’ Junsu raise his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You know, we must hope till the end,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay,’ the last word from the doctor make he catch the breath heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll take care of you,’ he whispers slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll heed of you tomorrow,’ Junsu burst into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you?’ Yunho stare at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I just…like the nurse here, very cute,’ he lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, naughty,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay, until Minnie get out tomorrow,’ Jaejoong smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Something had happen,’ Yoochun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, something crosses Junsu’s head. Something that he cannot forget. He doesn’t even know her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her closed eyelids make the scene so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I need to change the flower. Pink is not good for healing.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Junsu buy a bouquet of red roses. He replaces the pink one with the new one. Look merrier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t you feel boring? I sit for a minute in Changmin’s room and almost sleep.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Some entertainment might help you to recover.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts singing, a beautiful love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you should know the stars will shear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was never mean to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glamorous on mysteries for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never want to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore that you might love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swore it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gonna treat you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never want to see you sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore to share your joy and your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swore it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her body trembles. Junsu shocked. He run out the room and calls the help. Soon enough the doctors and nurses burst into the room, shouting words that Junsu can’t understand. Some of them are pumping on her chest. Some of them are checking the machines. And some of them are busy placing some wires on her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu is stunned at the fuss in front of him. He walks towards one of the nurses to ask about the woman’s condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Her heart suddenly pumping so fast and she supposed to stop the oxygen supply later today. We need to manage a final operation since her condition has worsened. I don’t think she can make it anymore.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last words make Junsu quaver. ‘What?’ his heart shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a man in corps uniform gets in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You can come tomorrow,’ he pushes Junsu outside the room slowly and closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu, where have you been? We’re going home now. A minute and other will arrive here,’ Changmin pouts as soon Junsu enters the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you, oppa?’ Min-yue pats his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu just unlock his mouth when someone opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Guys, are you ready to go? Others wait at the car,’ Kyo-hyun smiles while holding Yoochun’s hand, which is standing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, we’ve waiting for you. Let’s go,’ Changmin shouts happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving the car, Jaejoong hugs his dongsaeng happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hyung, can you make a Jigae Kimchi tonight. I miss it very much,’ Changmin grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, you need to let your stomach relax for a while.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone realize, Junsu never talk since the incident. His eyes are clear, thinking of the woman. What will happen to her? Is she had died or they stop her oxygen supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’ Yunho taps Junsu’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing. I’m sleepy.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The next morning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Morning, Jaejoong! Something smells nice,’ Yunho asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Help yourself, hyung.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, where’s everyone?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin and Yoochun went for a jog. I think they’ll back any minute now. And Junsu…I don’t know. He’s out early this morning.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho and Jaejoong looked at each other. They are both thinking the same thing. Something is wrong with Junsu. He’s keeping a secret from them. That never happens before. Junsu is the most cheerful person they ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital, Junsu go to the same ward of the woman. But there’s nothing left. Only a nurse, who is cleaning the room and the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where’s the patient here?’ Junsu asks slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She recovered after the operation and now she is at attention ward to recover fully. Her potency had risen after the operation,’ a glance and the nurse walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Attention ward,’ he get out from the room, run to the section where he fined that woman lying on a bed, looks more fresh than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Doctor, can I visit the patient? I’m her …friend.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, but not too long. She need more rest.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu walk swiftly to her bed, putting a red rose beside her and play a love song at her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I believe the song can make you wake,’ he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He observed her face for a while and touches her hand, muscular. Like she is an important and tough person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What is her name?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Time’s out, sir,’ a nurse wake him from inattentiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Owh. Okay.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment, everyday Junsu come without any of his friends know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will do the same thing, put a red rose beside her and play a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, the woman opens her eyes suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who are you?’ the first question comes out from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu shocked. ‘I’m…Junsu, Kim Junsu.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Owh, I’m Hye-jin, nice to meet you,’ she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will call the nurse,’ Junsu get out from the room, gasping air hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu push the wheelchair slowly to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you for take care of me,’ Hye-jin holds his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve promise before that I’ll take care you until you recover,’ he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk everyday and before Junsu go home, he will sing a love song for Hye-jin. Day by day, the love between them grows smoothly and both of them realize it but it’s too hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s time for Hye-jin to continue her responsibility for her country. She left the hospital with a letter for Junsu, a letter saying goodbye and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the letter~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Junsu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry. I have to leave you. I need to…this is not because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because who I’m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is very dangerous. I have much enemy and it’s really dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry and thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we will meet again or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hye-jin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his tears drop on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?’ his heart shout as he run out from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A month later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is Junsu?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s still inside his room.’ Jaejoong explained while pouring some tea for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, Yunho stops in the mid-air. And he looks at Jaejoong as he can’t believe what he just heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But it’s 9.00 am! At this time, he usually quarrel or playing football with Changmin. What’s going on?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s our day off today. And it’s his own way of relaxing. So let’s just leave him alone,’ Jaejoong utters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But he hasn’t eaten yet. I’m really starting to get worried about him,’ Changmin says with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He act like that since the day Changmin is discharge from hospital, almost a month,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s has nothing to do with me,’ Changmin smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Really? So, why he’s been totally strange all week? Yoochun say as he turns off his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he stands and knocks on Junsu’s door with Jaejoong following him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu? Are you still asleep?’ he asks while knocking the door non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘One second and I’ll be there!’ a voice says from inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, the door opened and Junsu appear in front of them acting innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Morning hyung! What is it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay? Do you feel sick or anything?’ Jaejoong asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu shake his head. ‘I’m okay. Nothing wrong with me. Why?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin said that you don’t take your meal yet. Why?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m not hungry,’ Junsu looks uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin is too concern,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin and Yunho looked at each other and start to walk closer to Junsu with quite a scary expression on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, what are you doing? I’ve told you, I’m fine!’ he suddenly closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He might end up locking himself for the rest of the day inside the room.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That is so not like Junsu. Why would he hide anything from us?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What should we do now? I’m worry about him. He might do something dangerous like hurt himself or something…what? I’m just saying he might!’ Changmin says when others are staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Plan A, it might work,’ Yoochun get up of the sofa and walks towards the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then knocks the door and they hear a voice say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What is it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu, it’s Chunnie. Open up! I need to get something.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is it important?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, my phone. And…Kyo-hyun might call me any minute. Can I get it?’ he says slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I can answer for you,’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course not!’ Yoochun glower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is silent. Then a click sound is heard. Yunho nods to others. The moment Junsu open the door; they all push towards the door until it opens. Junsu is so shocked, lost his balance and land on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Guys!!’ he screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others looked around; trying to find the thing Junsu is trying to hide from them. Only Changmin helps Junsu to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I couldn’t find anything,’ Yunho sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve told you, I’m hiding nothing,’ Junsu say slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’re sorry…we just worry about you, you look sleepy and tired, not like before.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu looks at his friends. But he remains silent. Jaejoong look at Yoochun and whispers, ‘Chunnie, do something! Help us, will you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yoochun shrugged his shoulders and choose to sit on bed. Suddenly, he sees something on the side table. Some pieces of paper, music scores and a vase of dry red roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Err…Junsu? What’s this?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong take the paper, a letter and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun read the score that Junsu had composed, the love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu fall on the floor, try to hold his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing…if I tell you all…you will…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We promise we will support you,’ Changmin help him to sit on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu told them the whole story, from the start till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘From that moment, everyday I will write a love song and buy a red rose.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun plays the song with the keyboard in the room. Sound so touching. So sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nice song. Why don’t we make it as our song and who know, Hye-jin might know that it is you when she hear it.’ Yoochun face Junsu, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So, we really support you if you decide to find her,’ Yunho says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thanks guy,’ Junsu utters slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Now, have your meals,’ Jaejoong bring in Bulgogi for Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can I get some?’ Yoochun make his childish face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t disturb, hyung,’ Changmin pats him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini-mart is empty and Yoochun accompany Junsu to buy his strawberry ice-cream, his favourite flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Junsu goes to pay to the cashier, Yoochun see a woman in formal dressing is buying a red rose. A figure he might know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You wait here for a while. I will come later,’ Yoochun tells Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t be too long.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you Hye-jin?’ Yoochun asks the woman in front him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turn back ‘Yes, can I help you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m Kim Junsu’s friend, Yoochun. Can we talk for a while?’ Yoochun make his lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Five minutes only. I’m in hurry,’ she smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This is why Junsu like you, petite, large brightening, slightly-round face,’ Yoochun say while they are walking at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How he do now? Did he know that you meet me?’ she smells the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He’s not too okay. He always remembers you. He doesn’t know.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t tell him that you meet me today, please,’ Hye-jin tries to hold her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But why? Why you treat him like this? I thought you loved him?’ Yoochun asks her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Because I loved him. I love him too much, Yoochun. I don’t want him to suffer and keep giving hopes. He needs to forget me.’ she cries slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Uljima, come and meet Junsu now. Stop torturing him again and again,’ Yoochun pull her hand into the mini-mart, where Junsu is waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu!’ a woman’s voice suddenly called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu bold his eyes, try to believe the figure in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hye-jin!’ he utters as tears starts to form in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Uljima. A man can’t cry,’ she try to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu hurriedly walks up to her. And as soon he is near her, he quickly hugs her. ‘Please don’t go,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I promise I will try my best to make it up to you. I will always take care of you. I will always be there for you,’ he utters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin doesn’t know what to say. ‘You’re making me cry again.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Will you stay with me, a lousy girl and never leave me whatever happen, Kim Junsu?’ she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you, Hye-jin. I promise I will never let you go,’ he slowly nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first date for Hye-jin. She is very fanatic and nervous than Junsu himself. She never has a date before as she busy with her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What should I wear?’ she opens her wardrobe, looking for the best dress she ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stop at one simple restaurant. Hye-jin look at Junsu, asking why they stop with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s get in,’ Junsu says as he pulls her hand. Without her knowing, Junsu already booked this restaurant for their dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s your favourite food?’ Junsu asks while they are taking their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Anything.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter comes and they make their order. Suddenly, the light is dimmed and a love song is played. The waiter brings a bouquet of red rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you,’ Junsu smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I love you too. Thank for tonight,’ Hye-jin hugs him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are walking on the street when suddenly a group of man surrounds them. They are pushed into a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s okay. Everything is gonna be fine,’ Junsu try to smile even his heartbeat fastened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of men grin to them. ‘Give me what you have, all. Hurry!’ one of them rushes to Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, don’t push me!’ Junsu shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin lost her patient, kick the man at his face until he fainted. She takes out her gun and shot the wall behind the men before point to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Go now or die,’ she whispers slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu lose his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This is my job. That’s why I leave you before,’ she keeps back her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thanks for saving me,’ he hugs Hye-jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I promise I will protect you as I live,’ a tear drop from her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin is finishing her work when the door is knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Come in!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Madam, a letter for you,’ a man hand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you,’ she looks serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter has no name and address, even a stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Who send this to me?’ she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she opens the letter, her handphone rings. She picks up the vibrating cellphone, check the name of the caller-the flashing name reads Junsu and answers the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu, why?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you eaten lunch yet? It’s already passed lunch time?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Not yet. I’m very busy with works now. Don’t worry, I will eat now,’ she smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I understand. Just make sure you eat okay. I don’t want you to get sick or anything. Look, I have to hang up now. Our manager is calling. Take care of yourself, okay?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Goodbye then,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bye, I love you,’ a sound like kiss heard from the telephone before she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Both of us are very busy with works,’ she grins before open the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes, really shocked when she read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~YOU GO TO DEATH. PAY WHAT YOU OWE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written in red ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue she remembers back what had happen before. She had killed a leader criminal and gets two shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Flashback~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck is moving beside her. A man put his head out from the window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will come back for revenge, woman.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lies on the ground after two deadly shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, not the shot fright her but Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment, Hye-jin becomes more furious. She feels like someone is following Junsu and her when they are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, she takes a very stupid decision. She needs to break with Junsu. For his sake. For his life. For her love to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you? You look different. Your style today…’ Junsu asks one day when they are walking at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nothing,’ she smiles. She lies to her lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I have to become the most pretty for today. I won’t meet him again after this. I want him to remember this forever,’ she holds her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s get some ice-cream,’ he pulls Hye-jin’s hands to the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, I have something to tell you. We need to break up. Please find another girl. I’m sorry, I can’t make it anymore.’ Hye-jin drops her head to ground, try not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu is dumbstruck by the sudden change. ‘Why…why...what’s wrong?’ he asks with his eyes filled with confusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Go away, Junsu. Leave me. We are not mean to be.’ she says hastily, even her heart shatters into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why? You promised that you will never leave me, right?’ his eyes already red, his tears are about to come out any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I won’t leave you alone, never! I won’t forget the promise!’ her heart shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why?! I will never leave you,’ he shouts, his tears already streaming down his face. He never thought the person whom he loves so much will hurt him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin tries to put on a smile. ‘Nothing can change my mind even you know why. Fine, I will leave you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why? Am I too childish for you? Because I can’t even protect myself? I’m not mature? Why are you doing this to me, Hye-jin? I thought you love me?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away from the place, wiping his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin starts to sob uncontrollably. ‘I’m sorry,’ she utters from back. ‘I have to protect you, with my live. I love you so much. Nothing can replace you easily.’ Somehow her heart is already bleeding. She wants to embrace him and comfort him. But it is better this way. He needs to learn how to live without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a van stops in front of them. Two men get out from it. Hye-jin notice it and rush to save Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men point a gun to Hye-jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Keep your gun, miss,’ he laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I will take him as ‘exchange’, wait for a phone call,’ he grabs Junsu neck and push him into the van, while other man smack and push Hye-jin to the ground. Bloods flow from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, don’t do that to her!’ Junsu shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You shut up, man.’ He covers Junsu face with a black cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let him go. He has nothing to do with me, with this matter. Take me,’ Hye-jin tries to stand. Her knees bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance and they leave that place as fast as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin grabs her handphone and calls Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oppa! Forgive me!’ she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s wrong with you? Where are you now?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Someone kidnapped Junsu. At park,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’ll come, wait there. Uljima,’ Jaejoong says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How it happen?’ Yoochun give her a cup of tea while Changmin helps Min-yue to treat Hye-jin’s wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin tells them everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s why they hunt for me now. It must not the leader, because I’ve shot him dead, maybe his men.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What should we do now?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kyo-hyun, send me police station now. I’ve something to settle,’ Hye-jin stands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But your wounds…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t worry. I must keep my promise to protect Junsu as I live. The blood debt must be pay with blood too.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why you kidnapped me? There’s other famous artist you can take,’ Junsu try to loosen the tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, kid. Don’t make jokes here. Let your lover come after you. Then I can kill both of you. Mission accomplish,’ he laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What mission? I won’t let you do it.’ Junsu stares at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Stop dreaming. You can’t even protect yourself. After Hye-jin die, who will protect you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu shocked. ‘Don’t you dare to say that? She won’t die. She had promise to protect me!’ Junsu loose the tie and slap the criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminal lose his balance and land on the ground with a bleeding mouth and nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How dare you!’ he shouts back and kicks Junsu before he beats him continuously until Junsu lose the strength. Bloods flows from his head and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What have you done to him? He can’t die or Hye-jin won’t come to us!’ a man walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry sir,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A blood debt must be pay with blood,’ he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu closes his eyes, remembering Hye-jin, the reason why she wants to break up with him. Remembering what she had done to him. He should protect her not she protect him. ‘I’m sorry, Hye-jin. I’m a useless boyfriend to you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Two days after~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin is at DBSK house when her phone vibrate, the unknown number call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles weakly, ‘can’t I use your laptop a while, Yoochun?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea, can you make a loudspeaker?’ Yoochun hands his laptop to Hye-jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll try. Don’t make noise.’ She put on her headphone and answers the call, with her hand typing on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hye-jin, do you miss Junsu oppa?’ a voice laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is him? Let me talk to him!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short silent before a weak tone answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m okay, Hye-jin. I miss you. Don’t come here. Don’t listen to them. They will kill you,’ after that, a slap sounded. Changmin start to cry but Jaejoong instruct him to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What do you want? Hye-jin keeps typing, try to control her feelings, her mind, her sad. Others are amazing with the way she works. Very steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want you or this guy die!’ a last laugh before he hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin stops typing and holds her tears. Her eyes had swollen, after crying for almost two days. She gets up from the sofa and hand back the laptop to Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ve got their place. I will go to them and save Junsu myself.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can you face them? They are not weak and they are many,’ Yunho pats her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Believe in me. I’m a corp and this is my job. I believe in love,’ the last words from her and she’s gone through the opened door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We need to help her,’ they looked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin sits on the chair in her office, gasping for the last air. Collecting all the strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gazes at Junsu’s picture on her table and a vase of red roses. ‘I will come and save you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man come in ‘your needs is ready, madam. Are you really want to go on yourself?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yea. And nothing can stop me,’ she stand up, wearing her outfit and locking her guns on her clothes. She picks up the picture and put it at her pocket, near her chest. ‘I’m coming.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue is the same place where Hye-jin shots the criminal, unused factory near a sea. Very peace but dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks in alert, noticing any humans in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Eat now or you will hungry,’ a man shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, you think I’m a dog? This food is for you actually!’ Junsu shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Junsu,’ her heart snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touches the picture before take her gun and burst into the room, blast everybody inside it except Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you okay? Is it hurt?’ Hye-jin touches his face, his wounds, caringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m very okay, I miss you. I’m sorry,’ Junsu holds his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Haish, uljima. I’ve some works to solve, you wait for me here. Don’t go anywhere, we need to solve our problem later,’ she wipes his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu raise his head towards Hye-jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘My girlfriend is very cool!’ his heart shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin reaches another room, with a man sitting on a chair and his men standing around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hi, Hye-jin. We meet again after almost a year you kill my brother,’ he utters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Your brother?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, my brother. Do you still remember him? Don’t say that you’ve forgot the incident, the case that make you coma for 3 month.’ He stands and walks towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course I remember. A victory where I’ve kill the biggest criminal,’ she shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slap at her face make bloods flow from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu is hiding beside the wall, watching the scene. ‘Owh, it’s hurt!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why don’t you just kill me when I’m in coma?’ Hye-jin wipes her blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Because that famous artist is taking care of you! He fails my plan to stop your oxygen supply and change the poisonous pink roses!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu rolls his eyes. ‘This man is very dangerous!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I don’t care. Today I want to make a recount with you; a blood debt must be pay with blood.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He instructs his men to go out from the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu picks someone phone and call her hyungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hyung, help us now. Bring the police here.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We are here already.’ Jaejoong claps Junsu’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin hugs him before Yunho says ‘long time I don’t fight.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the criminal men see them and burst to five of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No one is going to hurt my hyung again!’ Changmin shouts before he kicks one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why don’t you use this?’ Jaejoong and Yoochun smile, picking the guns on the ground, start to outburst the criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other room, Hye-jin is facing her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We’ll fight. Only one person can walk out from this room. We use our own way,’ he smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin takes a deep breath, whispering ‘always keep the faith. I will protect you until the end, Junsu. I love you very much.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls her guns and start to shot the criminal continuously but nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Shot more. I can’t feel anything,’ he laughs before blast Hye-jin at her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes that the man is wearing a gun-proof shelter. While holding her bleeding arm, she pulls a sword, which is located on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Samurai way. I love it,’ a frightening feel in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu stands amazingly to see Hye-jin fighting, hoping that she will be okay. The police had arrest all other criminal while four of them is talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘How much have you shot, Chunnie?’ Jaejoong asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Two only.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I shot four,’ Changmin grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I only one,’ Yunho sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Same like me. Is it okay, we kill people?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Min-yue said okay if the people make a big mistakes like them and should be killed,’ Changmin point to the criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Where is Hye-jin and Junsu?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fighting for five minutes, both of them get exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Can’t you make it in peace?’ Junsu come forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No!’ Hye-jin pushes Junsu away when that man pat his sword towards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin steps forward and strike her sword into the criminal body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lied on the ground, moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sorry. You shouldn’t follow your brother’s steps. Become a criminal is nothing,’ she throw the sword and Junsu hugs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thank you for saving me. I love you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’ll protect you until I die, I promise. I love you too.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Another perfect love ending for us, is it?’ Yoochun smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We are the left one,’ Jaejoong looks at Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Changmin got Min-yue; Yoochun had Kyo-hyun, Junsu with Hye-jin,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Love will come for us,’ Yunho sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone realize, the criminal is still alive. He grabs the gun near and tries to shot Junsu. ‘You should feel losing the people that you love.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin sees and turns her body to save Junsu from the deadly blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot is once heard again and Junsu with Hye-jin break apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hye-jin!!!’ Junsu shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye-jin fell on her back, with blood coming out from her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m sorry. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t protect you anymore,’ says Hye-jin weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, don’t leave me again.’ Junsu cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Uljima, I’m sorry, for loving you,’ her hands fell off Junsu’s grab. Slowly she closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu cries uncontrollably and scream his heart out up to the point where all other members of Dong Bang Shin Ki rush to his side and give him a group hug and pat him continuously wishing that he will calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘CUT! A great work today, guys!’ Mr. Chun-soo, the director, smiles so brood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘At last, we can relax,’ Jaejoong grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chun-soo smirks. ‘Nice work Dong Bang Shin Ki and Shim Hye-jin. A long rest for you before the promotion. Thank you for all the cooperation given.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s go into the car. The air here is so cold. You might fall in sick, you know,’ Junsu pull her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Our honeymoon, don’t forget,’ Hye-jin point the artificial gun to Junsu’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Of course I won’t forget it,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Don’t forget about us!’ Yunho shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Hye-jin’s phone rings. Junsu answer it as Hye-jin is cleaning her make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Madam, a new case. A murderer takes a woman as his redemption.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, I will tell her,’ Junsu sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay, Hye-jin, we need to go home. You get a new case,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Hmm, sing me a love song and we’ll go.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you want a woman get killed because of that?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Okay, okay,’ Hye-jin sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘My wife is cool!’ Junsu’s heart shouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3169394370390075503?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3169394370390075503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3169394370390075503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3169394370390075503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-song-for-you.html' title='A Love Song for You'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1528419363488755515</id><published>2011-12-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:49:31.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Recommend This!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sebagai remaja yang baru menjejakkan kaki ke alam kedewasaan, saya mengrekomenkan buku ini!!!&lt;br /&gt;Senang dan berkualiti!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Sembilan---6 bulan...&lt;br /&gt;Dh start untuk bahasa Korea komunikasi---sendiri-sendiri pun boleh...&lt;br /&gt;Dh start buat rumah!!!! YAYYYAYAYAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nak habiskan Analect of Confucius...BEST GILA!!!! dengan The Art of Peace &amp;nbsp;Mo Zi...The Art of War &amp;nbsp;Sun Zhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a93Syb93j1c/Ttx9ZMJGoeI/AAAAAAAABO4/j-IaSIXJjss/s1600/more64a0bd70e9c66a62b423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a93Syb93j1c/Ttx9ZMJGoeI/AAAAAAAABO4/j-IaSIXJjss/s320/more64a0bd70e9c66a62b423.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j67N3fvm7e4/Ttx9ZqCtKTI/AAAAAAAABO8/6HI4fPtW1Y8/s1600/the-mozi-a-complete-translation-translations-from-the-asian-classics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j67N3fvm7e4/Ttx9ZqCtKTI/AAAAAAAABO8/6HI4fPtW1Y8/s1600/the-mozi-a-complete-translation-translations-from-the-asian-classics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP7sqK4nAPU/Ttx9dGvp88I/AAAAAAAABPo/_HdrCOt4szE/s320/The-Art-of-War-Sun-Tzu.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habiskan lesen kereta dengan motor...&lt;br /&gt;And Simpan rambut bagi panjang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi selepas sja zaman persekolahan ni, aku dah jadi terer math...&lt;br /&gt;Bila abah tanya 20x7 berapa, aku dengan selamber dek ja jawab 140...lepas tu aku sndri yg trkejut...&lt;br /&gt;Apa la otak ni, skrg bru nk power......tak apa, tak rugi pun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-1046749398194614548?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1046749398194614548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/upcoming-projects.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1046749398194614548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1046749398194614548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/upcoming-projects.html' title='Upcoming projects...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a93Syb93j1c/Ttx9ZMJGoeI/AAAAAAAABO4/j-IaSIXJjss/s72-c/more64a0bd70e9c66a62b423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8286345643070382267</id><published>2011-12-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:55:28.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're weary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessings, think of all I have&lt;br /&gt;She never thought about it then threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Left it all to chance, She tore down fences&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems so wasted wish she could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's down on her knees to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please make it good, make it good somehow&lt;br /&gt;She will do anything to change&lt;br /&gt;So please make it good, make it good somehow&lt;br /&gt;Someone please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're weary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a vision. Time to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;for all she is to me, to turn her life around&lt;br /&gt;To take back yesterday's never easy&lt;br /&gt;When you're wrong you're wrong. It seems impossible so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your revoloution &lt;br /&gt;What you dream is what you see&lt;br /&gt;There's no rules or regulations&lt;br /&gt;Let the music set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're weary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;Lay your hands on me&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/8047331353274120422-8286345643070382267?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8286345643070382267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-youre-weary-when-youre-down-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8286345643070382267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8286345643070382267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-youre-weary-when-youre-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6944949591474520263</id><published>2011-12-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:53:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;There will be a time that I will hate you &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and now it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And don't ask me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I won't answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6944949591474520263?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6944949591474520263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-will-be-time-that-i-will-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6944949591474520263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6944949591474520263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-will-be-time-that-i-will-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2920253491408234465</id><published>2011-12-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:58:31.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Education is like a double-edged sword. It may be turned to dangerous uses if it is not properly handled.&lt;br /&gt;- Wu Ting-Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.&lt;br /&gt;- Josh Billings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.&lt;br /&gt;- Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.&lt;br /&gt;- Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-2920253491408234465?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2920253491408234465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/education-is-like-double-edged-sword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2920253491408234465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2920253491408234465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/education-is-like-double-edged-sword.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6655089545291832469</id><published>2011-12-02T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:48:23.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplisments&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have facts without thinking but we cannot have thinking without facts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Johnn Dewey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who doesn't read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know where you are going, you will probably end up somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Laurence J. Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6655089545291832469?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6655089545291832469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/discipline-is-bridge-between-goals-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6655089545291832469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6655089545291832469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/discipline-is-bridge-between-goals-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1672127004202964953</id><published>2011-12-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:41:37.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Flower symbolize...</title><content type='html'>White rose - You're charming and good&lt;br /&gt;Yellow rose - I'm jealous&lt;br /&gt;Red rose - &amp;nbsp;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Pink carnation - Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;White carnation =to woman - Good luck&lt;br /&gt;Red carnation - Admiration&lt;br /&gt;White jasmine - Cheerfulness&lt;br /&gt;Yellow jasmine - Timidity&lt;br /&gt;White lily - Sincerity &amp;amp; motherhood&lt;br /&gt;Purple violet - Modesty&lt;br /&gt;Orange lily - Hatred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-1672127004202964953?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1672127004202964953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/flower-symbolize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1672127004202964953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1672127004202964953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/flower-symbolize.html' title='Flower symbolize...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-128334155781097134</id><published>2011-12-02T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:49:09.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The poet will write every tale&lt;br /&gt;The sharp pen can cut through every suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of tumult, mad with hope,&lt;br /&gt;We live in our own world, apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Have I betrayed mu integrity,&lt;br /&gt;Escaped from myself,&lt;br /&gt;To intercept the pleasure of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Because my dream&lt;br /&gt;Is my life,&lt;br /&gt;Which in my life becomes my dream,&lt;br /&gt;Becomes the blood of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more&amp;nbsp;dusk will my hand bleed?&lt;br /&gt;My love's fair falls, his breast throbbing&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes drooping, but never asking the question&lt;br /&gt;for he knows the world will burn.&lt;br /&gt;"We die with the purple letter," he sighs,&lt;br /&gt;"Because of the stupidity of one or two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As day pass, love grows rich in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;An iron will grow: away with the colonialists!&lt;br /&gt;Our love united, dark vengeance suppressed,&lt;br /&gt;How I long for bright dawn to break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-128334155781097134?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/128334155781097134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/128334155781097134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/128334155781097134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-7851662278295450623</id><published>2011-11-27T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:29:03.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZegDo4pvzVI/TtG8QP2bM0I/AAAAAAAABOo/P-H1cPF7aws/s1600/tumblr_loqqntbACz1qdfjcio1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZegDo4pvzVI/TtG8QP2bM0I/AAAAAAAABOo/P-H1cPF7aws/s320/tumblr_loqqntbACz1qdfjcio1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmExHz9mIJg/TtG8Rdk8qNI/AAAAAAAABOw/RvbDBdXBC5I/s1600/tumblr_lp3bwaglHq1qazstso1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmExHz9mIJg/TtG8Rdk8qNI/AAAAAAAABOw/RvbDBdXBC5I/s320/tumblr_lp3bwaglHq1qazstso1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-7851662278295450623?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7851662278295450623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7851662278295450623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7851662278295450623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZegDo4pvzVI/TtG8QP2bM0I/AAAAAAAABOo/P-H1cPF7aws/s72-c/tumblr_loqqntbACz1qdfjcio1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1970677414219759029</id><published>2011-11-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:17:51.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my bbbbaaaaaaabbbbyyyyyy!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-bottom: 60px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 100px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 107px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 545px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그럴 겁니다 잊을 겁니다 오늘부터 난&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그대란 사람 모르는 겁니다 한번도 본 적 없는 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;길을 걷다가도 스친 적 없는&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;괜찮습니다 잊었습니다 바쁜 일상에 행복하죠&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;근사해 보이는 사람도 만나고&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;사랑이 다 그렇죠 시간이 가면 희미해져&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;기억조차 할 수도 없겠죠 Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;사랑이 가면 또 다른 사랑이 다시 올 겁니다 꼭 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;지금은 아파도 조금만 지나면 아물 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그럴 겁니다 잊을 겁니다 나도 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;어렵진 않아요 오늘만 아프면 모든 게 잊혀질 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;달라진 일상에 어색할 뿐이죠 Oh~ NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;사랑이 다 그렇죠 시간이 가면 희미해져&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;기억조차 할 수도 없겠죠 그렇죠~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;사랑이 가면 또 다른 사랑이 다시 올 겁니다 꼭 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;지금은 아파도 조금만 지나면 아물 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그럴 겁니다 잊을 겁니다 나도 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;모두 지울 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;꼭 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;사랑이 가면 또 다른 사랑이 다시 올 겁니다 꼭 그럴 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;눈물이 흘러도 조금만 지나면 웃을 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그럴 겁니다 (이젠) 잊을 겁니다 (이젠) 상처가 아물 듯..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;그럴 겁니다 그럴 겁니다 잊을 겁니다&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forget you. Starting today,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know you. I have never seen you.&lt;br /&gt;We never even walked pass eachother.&lt;br /&gt;I’m okay. I forgot everything. I’m happy with my busy life.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met a great person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always like this. It fades away after some time.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even remember it, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love goes away, another love comes again. It definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts now, it will hear a little later.&lt;br /&gt;It will forget. I will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not difficult. I will forget everything after today.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just getting used to my changed life. Oh~ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always like this. It fades away after some time.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t even remember it. Yes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will erase everything.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love goes away, another love comes again. It definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;Even if tears fall now, I will smile a little later.&lt;br /&gt;I will (now) forget you (now). Just like a wound heals…&lt;br /&gt;I will. I will. I will forget you.&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-9130708329562756774?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9130708329562756774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/spmmmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9130708329562756774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9130708329562756774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/spmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='SPMMMMMMMMMMMM....'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcm1TfClKiM/TsX_FnrQqqI/AAAAAAAABJc/O8LOuOPldUg/s72-c/tumblr_lp0xv2AAQN1qcpsn3o1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2973506233378546018</id><published>2011-11-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:06:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P18p98n2ZpE/TrK77SRimnI/AAAAAAAABJU/EkSDE6yChsI/s1600/tumblr_lu1c28kCSN1qazstso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P18p98n2ZpE/TrK77SRimnI/AAAAAAAABJU/EkSDE6yChsI/s320/tumblr_lu1c28kCSN1qazstso1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8047331353274120422-2973506233378546018?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2973506233378546018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2973506233378546018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2973506233378546018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P18p98n2ZpE/TrK77SRimnI/AAAAAAAABJU/EkSDE6yChsI/s72-c/tumblr_lu1c28kCSN1qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8486227122494738151</id><published>2011-11-02T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:17:20.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Drama Quotes...</title><content type='html'>“Just smile and there’s nothing you can’t overcome” – Smiling Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If wishes do really come true…can love be forever?” – Smiling Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yet they say it’s a woman’s heart that’s hard to grasp? I think it’s a man’s heart that never speaks directly! It always bends here and there, and twists and turns. Inexplicable!” – Smiling Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have the world’s most beautiful heart” – My Lucky Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am most afraid of being alone. That is why I do so much for others. ” – Sweet Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why does love always let people fall into the abyss?” – Love Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s pray that in our next life…we don’t love each other” – Goong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have only one heart for one person. If you’ve given it to someone, you’ll have none left for others.” – 1% of Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remember, take care of yourself. Men shouldn’t be afraid to fall. Just stand up when you do. Men shouldn’t be afraid to encounter dark moments. But rather be afraid when the soul has no sunlight”-Wish to See You Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are two kinds of regret in this world. One is losing the person you love. The other is seeing your beloved lose happiness.” -Huaze Lei in Meteor Garden 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You broke my heart, tissue won’t fix it” – 200 Pounds of Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Being ordinary gives you the greatest power. Don’t ever give up. ” – Fated to Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One day the body asked the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘When I’m hurt the doctor heals it. But if you’re hurt then who will heal you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the heart said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I have to heal by myself. Whenever someone is hurt they have their own special way of healing it. Drinking, singing, anger, laughing, crying, going on trips with friends and talking with them, running in the marathon, or the worst thing, just ignoring that pain. “&lt;br /&gt;-My Name is Kim Sam-Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“01-Nice men are ugly&lt;br /&gt;02-Handsome men are not nice&lt;br /&gt;03-Handsome and nice men are married&lt;br /&gt;04-Handsome, nice and unmarried men are useless&lt;br /&gt;05-Handsome, nice, unmarried and rich men are not interested in us&lt;br /&gt;06-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us are players&lt;br /&gt;07-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us and faithful are homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;10-Handsome, nice, unmarried, rich men who are interested in us, faithful, straight and who would not lose interest in us even if we made the first moves – those men must have problems!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Name is Kim SamSoon&lt;br /&gt;“From now on no matter wht u do I’ll still like it,No matter wht u do I’ll still forgive u, for the reason tht you’re alive.” -Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t matter, whether you’re a ghost, a gumiho or a human. As long as you’re in front of me, it’s fine” -My Girlfriend is Gumiho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to live w/ u.For the rest of my life,I wanna eat n talk tgther, sleep together,be tgther.Do I need any other reason?”-Coffee Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you. If I don't see you now I'm afraid I will suffocate." -Goong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said, I like you so don’t like her! Can’t you just like me?” -Lie To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to have a big dream. Even if your dream is shattered, the shattered pieces are still big. " -Heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ultimately , the thing that kills or saves a person is not a gun or a knife , but a heart of a person" - MyungWol the spy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Feelings are not vending machine! Coke don't come out just because you want one!" -Secret Garden (Oska)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning of dating, two people are holding hands. Once one let go of the hand of the other, it seems like it's the end." -Lie To Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't lie. Only bad people lie and bad people takes the police. So don't lie." -Can You Hear My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter who you like,because I don’t care at all.So,you too… should stop caring about me. –Heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're happy and when you're sad, he's the first person that comes to mind" - Dream High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"men almost always lose their minds at the word *oppa* " -Myung Wol the Spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will support my husband in wht he does. I want to bcome a wife who befits my husband" - Playful kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be hungry. Don't give up. No matter how hard things get, you have to through obstacles like a real man." -Baker King Kim Tak Goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Questions are created by people for people to solve." -God of Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The saddest death for humans is not the death of itself, but the death of their loved ones." -My Girlfriend is a Gumiho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I ask, I have to listen. If I listen, I get involved. And then that’ll link us together!" -TheGreatest Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From now on… I’ll stop lying…. I love you.” – My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like you. But, I don’t have the confidence to let you go. That’s why, you let go of me first." –City Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know, what is the most embarrassing thing for a man? It's doing things to make parents worried." -Baker King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry for having you know me, for making you waver. Why my father told me not to love… I fully understand now.” –City Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She doesn't seem to use her brain, but instead, uses her heart to face the world." -Lie To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In this world there are no ugly women, only lazy ones" - Dream High &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just going to trust you. Even if I get used a hundred, a thousand times, I’m just going to trust you” — Personal Taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The living should continue living on. That is life." -City Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what happens next time, call me, okay? I’ll run over immediately" -Heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because there is a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t get a goal in." - Manny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If love had an equation and you know the solution, maybe we wouldn’t hurt each other, maybe we wouldn’t misunderstand each other, and maybe we could just love. Don’t you think so?" —Personal Taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The door that she closed is not just the door to her room, but the door to her heart." -Manny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if live if hard right now, you have to remember that good things happen in life too." - Stars falling from the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If u hold my hand even once, I never let u go again", Snow Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This today of yours is the precious tomorrow of someone who passed away yesterday" -49 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a good shoes will take you go to a good place too" - boys before flowers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if I have to live with a grudge of not being loved, I want to live with the person I love." - Stars falling from the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sign of a woman interested in a man : a smile" - Myung Wol the spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you’re gonna cry in front of me about another man… then stop being so pretty to me.” –My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After it all ends, can’t you tell me once that you will come back to me?” – City Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your friends close , and your enemies Closer " - Myung Wol the Spy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can take care of her, because I’ll be taking care of you.” - Full House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If living isn’t better than dying… then what am I? Go. Just go and live the way you want and disappear.” –Sungkyunkwan Scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've seasoned my heart with salt and then with sugar, then you fried it" - Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People becomes coward because they have someone they want to protect." -Sungkyunkwan Scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know better than anyone that every single day is a war for you, and every moment is a struggle, so how can I lean on you? How can I ask you to protect me too? I’m going to become someone that you can lean on. I’m going to become stronger. So I can protect you.” –City Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are precious to me.so, to someone else you'll become a precious person. Please be happy for my sake." - 49 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if a man's little finger n a female's ring finger are of the same size then it's said that they are destined" -Paradise Ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A coward may die many times, but a brave man dies only once. If I die for you, I won't consider it death but love." -Playful Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's only one solution if we don't want our hands bumping into each other , we just have to go by holding hands" - heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There’s already someone I love. She’s the first in my life and for the rest of my life, she’ll be the only one.." -Boys Over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world doesn't listen to a weak person" -Can You Hear My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ever dress like this infront other man (Shinwoo). Except me." - You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say that shoes are a woman’s pride, but in that moment you threw your pride aside for me.Forgetting the engagement ceremony, you thought of me first. Because I was your friend." --49Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I couldn't love you. I will be your fan. So I won't feel sad when you love other girl." - You Are Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you that weak? Even if the distance seems far, run after him. Even if it feels like he isn’t next to you, grab on to him" -Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving someone is such a painful ordeal but I can’ t stop myself from going to you." -Full house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if everything can be settled by the word SORRY, then why would law and police exist ?" -Boys before flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Loving someone is tiring and it hurts, but it’ s not something I can stop. ” -Full house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because someone left. Passed away. How can you ask me to live happily with your mom?" - You're Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if you’re a fool or someone naive, I’ll still like you. Even if you are fat or poor, I will still like you.." -Romance Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crying. Do you think crying with tears is really crying?" -49 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes there are obstacles on your way to your dreams and sometimes the obstacles become bridges leading to your dreams." -Dream High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter where you end up or where you live, I will come find you and take care of you for the rest of your life." -Cinderella Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re really pretty when you’re mad.” – Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''it is just not the song you want to sing, but it is the song you want others to listen too.'' -DreamHigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you need a reason to like someone?" -Miss Ripley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we hadn’t met each other, it might have been less painful.”-gil ra I'm, secret garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not someone who can’t hear, instead I’m someone who can see well – Can You Hear My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎"Human beings’ hearts change, that’s their specialty. Forever? There’s no such thing. Love, then hate. Hot, then cold. Upset, then grateful. Full of resentment, then understanding. And it goes on."&lt;br /&gt;-49 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money is neither good nor bad, it's scarry thing.." -Brilliant Legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you angry with me, who’s just trying to endure? Just leave me in the dark. Who asked for you to look at me?” - YAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once I had a dream of my own, I realized… that there are no dreams that should be laughed at in this world.” – Dream High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because I love you,so I need you. It's not because I need you,so I love you" - My Girlfriend is Gumiho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m on the same team as u now so I feel a duty to look after u, and I’ll take responsibility for your affairs" - YAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like a Box of Chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." -My Name is Kim Sam Soon- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i will be able to start again,be happy for my sake,for meeting someone like you i felt thankful and fortunate" -49days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because i'm a fool, i'm happy just by seeing her smile" - YAB &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To me, you are my music. The Music is you. That's why I'm here now. If you're not, then there is no music" -Dream High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Life is like a Box of Chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." (My Name is Kim Sam Soon) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't love me then at least use me to save your love one..." (My Girlfriend is Nine-Taled Fox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Rin (who lies about everything) : Because my love is Not a lie (My Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee you jae: so much that it feels like the univerese will explode, for as long as it takes for the oceans to dry up, so much that i don't care if my soul burns in to ashes. i love you  (Full House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I have to let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I can let her go,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t…want to let her go.”  (My Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When destiny comes&lt;br /&gt;you'll know it for sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm not clear about it,&lt;br /&gt;I just know it is so&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of absolute certainty...&lt;br /&gt;of knowing you belong to each other&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's like&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, she's all that I see."&lt;br /&gt;-Hyun Woo  (save the last dance for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is... when you hold it, your arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But when you put it down, your heart hurts." (loveholic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love must be something you only see from outside, it flows only in one direction. No matter how many times I wanted to give up and collapse, I couldn't do it. I was worried that I'd lose him, even as a friend. So I forced myself to laugh and pretend I'm fine, but my legs hurt so much. The ground feels like thorns, and the wind feels like knives. Hyun Chol, I want to see you so much"  (All About Eve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You broke my heart, tissue won’t fix it” – (200 Pounds of Beauty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s pray that in our next life…we don’t love each other” (Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just smile and there’s nothing you can’t overcome” (Smiling Pasta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Moo-hyuk : God... if you do exist.. I'll promist you.&lt;br /&gt;Song Eun-che, if you let me have her next to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up everything right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll quietly die...&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry I love u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that man loves her more than i did. nevertheless, it doesn't necessarily mean that my love is less for her. - Song Joo (stairway to heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i be if i don't have you, what would i be after you leave here. - Tae Hwa  (stairway to heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime I look at you, I want to live." - Moo Hyuk (sorry i love u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is just a game to me...like Starcraft" - Min Joo  (sorry i love u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't have come back. I was abandoned like trash anyway. I should've lived like trash. And disappear quietly like trash." - Cha Moo Hyuk, (Sorry I Love You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love does not ask you to discard your pride, it’s about protecting a person. Don’t do this in the future. Don’t believe people so easily. Don’t fall in love so easily. Don’t forgive easily either. Please… become stronger.” – Jin Ho (Personal  Taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right, I was like that then. Even when I was forced to suffer such indignities, I was a fool who couldn’t even say a word in my defense. But no more of that now. I suppose he must of changed me.” – Kae In (Personal  Taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I raced to the death, hearing people call me crazy. I raced to the death, but I’m always just a child. A child who couldn’t do anything when his father died. So unjust it makes me crazy. There was nothing I could do. Just a child hitting the wall. No matter how far I run, I’m always in the same place.” – Jin Ho (Personal  Taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A person like you has never waited all day for a phone call from the person you like. Or felt that your heart might burst, just from looking at this person. You could die and come back from the grave and never know. The person who made me feel that way told me to come outside. No matter how wrong he was, I want to hear him out. What can I do? I’m just built like this, so what can I do?” – Kae In&lt;br /&gt;(Personal  Taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like you. No matter how hard I try not to like you, no matter how hard I try to erase you… my efforts are so fruitless to the extent that I get angered by it.” – Jan Di (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t promise her anything now. I can’t tell her I’ll always make her laugh, that I’ll make her happy or to trust in me. Being the son of someone like that, being a member of that kind of family — I hate it enough myself so how must she feel? She would of have hated everything she went through already.” – Jun Pyo (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just because you were born male, doesn’t automatically make you a man. Becoming stronger from losing, yielding even though it is unfair, running away even though it’s shameful, overcoming self confidence over time, that’s how one becomes a real man.” (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know when it started either. But now, I can’t be without you.” – Ji Hoo (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d thought that it might be better to send her to you rather than stay with her when I make things so difficult for her. I didn’t even want to imagine it, but if I had to, I thought the other person must be you, that you were the only one it could be. But still, I can’t do it.” – Jun Pyo (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This time I realized that you and I are from different worlds. We met as though in a dream, but now it’s time for us to return to our own worlds.” – Jan Di (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s already someone I love. She’s the first in my life and for the rest of my life, she’ll be the only one. You still want to marry me?” – Jun Pyo (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If the person you love is suffering because of you, can you let her go?” – Ji Hoo (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your enemy is not her. Make it on your own. And what you make on your own, protect it. If you don’t do that, then you have nothing to say even if it’s taken away from you.” – Ki Hoon (Cinderella’s Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk so sweetly to me. I’m not very smart so it really, really confuses me. If I think about it, from the day you came here, till the day you officially rejected me… while you were scolding me for being childish, telling me not to lean on you… you were exactly as sweet to me as you’ve always been. Even if the world crumbles, the feeling that if I held onto you everything would be okay… you did that. You pushed me off the edge of a cliff, and then you’re being sweet to me again — you can’t do that.” – Hyo-sun (Cinderella’s Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It hurts when I don’t see him, and when I do. It hurts whether he’s here, or whether he’s not. Hurts whether he smiles at me, or smiles at someone else. Hurts whether he calls my name, or doesn’t. As long as I don’t disappear into the earth, I think I’ll continue to feel hurt, Jung-woo, but still, being here is better. Being able to see him and hate him is better than him not being here.” – Eun-jo (Cinderella’s Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like you so much, so what can I do? Even if you get mad at me, scold me, are ashamed of me, don’t think I’m good enough, ignore me, scornfully laugh at me, whether you think I’m an embarrassment and put me down… but I like you so much. What do I do then?” – Hyo-sun (Cinderella’s Sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re such a simpleton. Why is everything black or white with you? It’s not as simple as like or dislike. It could be kind of like or kind of dislike. There’s plenty of gray areas.” (Sassy Girl Chun-hyang )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are happy marriages and unhappy marriages. Some marriages with an unknown end, some with a known end. But our marriage is a marriage too. I fought with you everyday and packed my bags a few times. But I never thought this is the end. I’m never coming back. Let’s do our best. Live with energetic power until the day that we really do part ways. Fighting until then. “ – Ji-eun (Full House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can take care of her, because I’ll be taking care of you.” – Ji-eun (Full House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How many people are there who do it because they like it? They do these things to feed themselves, to live and not to die. Living is just like that. Who are you to do the things you like or find funny?” – In Woo (Princess Prosecutor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who cares about all that, when I believe in you, when I like you, when I want to be with you.” – Hwan (Shinning Inheritance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like you. Whether you’re a man or an alien, I don’t care anymore.” – Han Kyul (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to live with you. For the rest of my life, I want to eat together, talk together, sleep together, be together. Do I need any other reason?” – Han Kyul (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No matter how meanly you treat me, you’re still pretty to me. Even if you get mad and yell, you’re cute. I really like you a lot. But if you truly hate me, I won’t call you anymore and I’ll give up. So tell me, do you really hate me?” – Min Yeop (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The moment a man makes a woman his, the man wants that woman to live according to his wishes. But just because he’s won her over, can he force her to do as he wants?” – Han Sung (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be anywhere where I can’t see you!” – Tae Kyung (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not a crime to like someone.” – Jeremy (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re listening now, aren’t you? It’s so bright here, and your side is so dark that I can’t see you. Please, don’t be where I can’t see you! Come to where I can see you. Give permission to let me see you.” – Tae Kyung (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to keep telling you, so listen good every day. I love you.” – Tae Kyung (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I thought you were a guy, I was okay with it. When I found out you were a girl, I was okay with it. But if you like him, I can’t be okay with it. Why? Why wasn’t it me? I told you about my treasure bus, and I let you close to Jolie and I was going to sing a song only for you. Why don’t you like me?” – Jeremy (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s like a bright, shining star. When I receive that light, I feel brighter and also darker. When it’s bright I get my hopes up, and when it darkens I feel disappointment. I hate myself for this and feel ashamed.” – Mi Nam (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even though I haven’t confessed to her yet, I feel like I’ve been rejected a hundred times already.” – Shin Woo  (You’re Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The weird thing is hearing that she’s “not beautiful enough” and “not suitable to be the Princess”. The more I hear that, the more I am attracted to her.” – Yul (Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are times that I want to let you go, but sometimes I wouldn’t want to let you go. So before my heart wants to let you go, growing old together is not a bad idea.” – Shin (Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To meet such a good friend like you was great, but I can’t give you my heart, yet you keep looking at me. Long time ago, Shin said that stars have a reason to die, and so do humans. 2.5 million years. When those 2.5 million years pass, they say that you might even meet the people you know again. I may be leaving his side now but… I think in 2.5 million years, I’ll still like him.” – Chae Gyung(Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not afraid of anything in this world, but when you see a bug you start quivering in fear. Rather than having a single finger broken on your girlfriend, you’re an idiot that thinks it would be better if all your ribs were broken instead. You don’t even know the difference between pride and privacy. You’re so stupid you swear your always right even though you completely mess up every saying in the book. You hate kids but you want to take your son to go see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;You want to become a good father. You’re a lonely but affectionate person. That’s exactly who you are. Say it… my name.” – Jan Di (Boys Before Flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must stay by my side. Not those who constantly press and urge me, those who make me feel even more lonely, but someone to make eye contact with, someone who will bring me flowers, whose histrionics always comforts me, even holding my trembling hands. Bidam. You must be the one."- Queen Seondeok to Bidam (Queen Seonduk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody can call my name now, calling my name means treason, even if it is devotion that moves you to do so, all creation will consider it a treacherous act. Why did I change? Because at the very moment I lost my name, you become nothing but an influential subject of mine. For I am the ruler who must always consider and suspect you, for I must always suspect and speculate on whether you will become another MISHIL, but Bidam, do you realize how arduous it is?Do you even realize how I wish to trust you and rely upon you? Do you?" (Queen Seonduk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you only love the sacred nation, then I would become your sacred nation"(Queen Seonduk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'PT Serif', 'DejaVu Serif', Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comments" id="comments" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 110px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="" name="comments" style="color: #777777; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-8486227122494738151?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8486227122494738151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/korean-drama-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8486227122494738151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/8486227122494738151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/korean-drama-quotes.html' title='Korean Drama Quotes...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-6156524212492228596</id><published>2011-11-02T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:43:34.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I that-that easy?&lt;br /&gt;Is love that easy to you?&lt;br /&gt;Our memories seem easy to you&lt;br /&gt;Is everything  easy for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You only want love...&lt;br /&gt;But you only give a cold hand&lt;div&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your prided confidence&lt;br /&gt;You keep teasing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Better stop now&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming crazy because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so real when you pretend to be nice&lt;br /&gt;Give my everything and was lied to again and again&lt;br /&gt;You keep teasing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You such a bad, bad, bad&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pay the price of playing with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me pissed off&lt;br /&gt;You're not who you used to be, accepting everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand there like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;You're conceited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're full of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're so shameless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sure play well&lt;br /&gt;You talk dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You behave immaturely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep teasing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better stop now&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand it, Can't get it&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get you , Don't get it&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me, I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;With you I can't do this nor that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love has trapped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I that-that easy?&lt;br /&gt;Is love that easy to you?&lt;br /&gt;Our memories seem easy to you&lt;br /&gt;Is everything  easy for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You starting to get really annoying. I thought I only know you&lt;br /&gt;Always dealt the same way, I'll bet&lt;br /&gt;You play with love as if it were easy to play along&lt;br /&gt;But its over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually come around&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;It love's final round&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about the fake smile and I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Don't piss me off and just leave ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that-that easy?&lt;br /&gt;Is love that easy to you?&lt;br /&gt;Our memories seem easy to you&lt;br /&gt;Is everything  easy for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8047331353274120422-6156524212492228596?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6156524212492228596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 30px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I remember that feeling from&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;Long ago when I looked at you&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I remember that time when&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I knew you, you knew me&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I wanted to be like you&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;hang out with you&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I think about those desperate times&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;But it's merely a memory&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;that has passed by&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you want this&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you hope for this&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I can't seem to have you with only my heart&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said to leave&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said I'm okay&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;It seems like I can give you nothing&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;but this to you in the end&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I remember long ago&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;when i received your heart&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you were overflowing me&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;and i'm thankful&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;i think of those time&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;we love each other&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;we were at our happiest&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;then came across farwell&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you were overflowing me&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I can't hold you back&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you want this&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you hope for this&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I can't seem to have you with only my heart&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said to leave&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said I'm okay&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;It seems like I can give you nothing&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;but this to you in the end&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And still, still in the end, still I..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;but probably in the end, I still..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And still, still in the end, still I..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;but probably in the end, I still..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;[Rap]&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;But I was suffocating from&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;those frequent words of yours&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;You say that my way of talking and&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;actions make you lose your words&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;make your anger rise&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;on this violent night&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;the stars light up the sky,&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;the moon shines&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;you go steadily on your path of stars&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;the night is coming&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;it is covered only by other stars&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;but the moon always stays there&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I will always be here for you, want you&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I want you but..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I'll hold you but..&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;your smile is fading beside me&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;And can you smile? smile...&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said to leave&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;I said I'm okay&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;You might even be happier&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" /&gt;if you leave my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-5516815080774008636?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5516815080774008636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-u-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5516815080774008636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5516815080774008636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-u-smile.html' title='Can U Smile???'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2875723426601157609</id><published>2011-09-26T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:22:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banyak Hari...Tak Tulis...</title><content type='html'>Dh lama tak mencoret kan?&lt;br /&gt;Dah tentu dah banyak benda jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antaranya result Trials peringkat sekolah dah keluar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku berjaya menempatkan diri dalam kalangan 47 orang yang menjadi calon Straight A dengan gred purata kurang dari 3.0. and 1A+, 4A,2A-................... heeeee... Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;Amin...amin...amin...Insyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjaya jgak menjadi seorang Melayu Muslim di antara bukan Melayu yang bukan Islam di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan nak bangga tapi tu lah bayaran untuk usaha aku setimpal dengan apa yang aku korban.&lt;br /&gt;Bila Pengetua umum nama, aku dengan terkejutnya bangun...Betul ke ni???&lt;br /&gt;Betul...Alhamdulillah...kuasa Allah kan...&lt;br /&gt;Minta-minta bila SPM betul ni dapat straight A+. Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Amanah menjadi orang pertama yang memuji aku dan nama aku.&lt;br /&gt;Orang pertama...yang membuatkan hati aku terharu dan tersedu...&lt;br /&gt;Bila kami sembang-sembang, Teacher cakap sebenarnya nama kita mengambarkan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dia cakap Syuhada, nama kamu maksud apa?...sebab aku duduk depan...&lt;br /&gt;Aku senyap je la...sebab aku pun tak sure...heheheh nama sendiri pun tak tau...&lt;br /&gt;Then Chah said Syuhada, orang yang mati syahid di medan perang.&lt;br /&gt;Then Teacher sambung, YES!!!Orang yang mati berjuang kan?&lt;br /&gt;Saya dapat lihat dia pun macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;Dia dapat markah teruk then senyap-senyap dia improve then dapat apa yang dia target.&lt;br /&gt;Then dia dapat apa yang dia nak macam sekarang. Seorang yang sistematik dan berstrategi.&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak salah kan Syuhada?&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan ja la yang tahu apa aku rasa masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;Bangga gila dengan nama aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun senyum je la dalam kesejukkan &amp;nbsp;pagi hari hujan.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Teacher sebab percaya dekat saya.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cikgu...Terima kasih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku menghadapi masalah sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Iaitu memilih course untuk sambung belajar.&lt;br /&gt;Aduhhhhh...macam mana ni?&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni minat semua benda...&lt;br /&gt;Sampai tak tau nak pilih apa...&lt;br /&gt;Dah la semakin malas ni...SPM dlm sekelip mata ja lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, bukakan hati aku untuk rahmat-Mu yang terbaik. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-2875723426601157609?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2875723426601157609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/banyak-haritak-tulis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2875723426601157609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2875723426601157609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/banyak-haritak-tulis.html' title='Banyak Hari...Tak Tulis...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-7334158381266332899</id><published>2011-09-23T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:15:17.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WISH PEOPLE WILL TRUST ME MORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-7334158381266332899?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7334158381266332899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-people-will-trust-me-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7334158381266332899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7334158381266332899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-people-will-trust-me-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-9207768891862703963</id><published>2011-09-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:24:38.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terKEJUTTTTT.....</title><content type='html'>Tadi selepas kelas Fizik, aku balik ke asrama.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini balik awal sebab cikgu-cikgu ada LDP...hehe&lt;br /&gt;Dah sampai,aku duduk la dalam studyroom sambil duk dengar plan kawan-kawan aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku wat tak tau je lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then diorang ajak aku ikut sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Rupa-rupanya pergi joging...ingatkan 'fly'...&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun siap-siaplah...5.30 kami start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semput memang sah-sah la...dah bertahun-tahun tak buat aktiviti ni.&lt;br /&gt;Asyik mengadap komputer 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah sampai ke garisan penamat, tiba-tiba ja something wrong dengan hidung aku.&lt;br /&gt;Macam tersedut air masa berenang.&lt;br /&gt;Penat, lelah, semua rasa masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat lagi masa aku demam teruk last year.&lt;br /&gt;Doc tu cakap aku ni ada lelah ke?&lt;br /&gt;aku jawab la tak dah aku x ada...&lt;br /&gt;tapi tadi...dah makin teruk dah...&lt;br /&gt;naik takut aku sebab lepas dah sampai and jalan pelan-pelan 10 min,&lt;br /&gt;penat aku still x hilang, makin teruk adala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik atas, baring atas katil.&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam nak mati ja.&lt;br /&gt;Then tertido sampai waktu makan, Wani gerak bangun.&lt;br /&gt;X nak makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously aku ingat dah mati.&lt;br /&gt;Bila terjaga, baru aku tau yang aku dah terhutang nyawa dengan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni kena berjaga-jaga.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab sepupu aku baru meninggal minggu lepas pun sebab asma.&lt;br /&gt;Takut sebab family aku ni memang yang ada penyakit tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah aku masih bernafas sekarang walaupun ada sikit sisa-sisa tu.&lt;br /&gt;Innalillahiwainna Ilaihiro'ji'un.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-9207768891862703963?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9207768891862703963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/terkejuttttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9207768891862703963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9207768891862703963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/terkejuttttt.html' title='terKEJUTTTTT.....'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8866410149920563099</id><published>2011-09-16T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T18:40:15.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JYJ IN HEAVEN IS IN THE HEART AND MIND</title><content type='html'>Kepada sesiapa &amp;nbsp;yang masih 'lost' tentang ini,mai nk wat preview skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JYJ telah mem'release'kan their first Korean album titled In Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcoaQHNyHeo/TnMm6pfpfKI/AAAAAAAABIo/qijxrdfacNo/s1600/jyj-in-heaven.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcoaQHNyHeo/TnMm6pfpfKI/AAAAAAAABIo/qijxrdfacNo/s400/jyj-in-heaven.gif" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01. Get Out&lt;br /&gt;02. In Heaven (Narr. 김정은) *&lt;br /&gt;03. 낙엽 (Fallen Leaves)&lt;br /&gt;04. 소년의 편지 (The Boy’s Letter)&lt;br /&gt;05. Mission&lt;br /&gt;06. I.D.S (I Deal Scenario)&lt;br /&gt;07. Pierrot&lt;br /&gt;08. You’re&lt;br /&gt;09. Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get out:&lt;br /&gt;Romanization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh. oh geurae)&lt;br /&gt;(geurae. nado saranghae)&lt;br /&gt;saranghae hamyeonseo neon geuwi ibeul matchugo&lt;br /&gt;imi neoui simjangeun geuwi soneul neukkigo&lt;br /&gt;ibmatchugo, sokigo isseo (that’s right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeonhwareul keunhodo neoui moseubi boigo&lt;br /&gt;nega ‘anya anya’ haedo gyeolguken neo ingeol&lt;br /&gt;naega saranghan neoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby. tell me Why you act so strange&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I don’t need a damn explain&lt;br /&gt;hajiman iminan modu algo iseosseo nan&lt;br /&gt;neowa hamkke itneun go nyeoseokdo&lt;br /&gt;philyo obseo jebal jom sarajyeo&lt;br /&gt;dwaesseo nameun haengbok gatgo kkeojyeoboryeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ sarangdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ ujeongdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sarangirago haedo malhal pilyo obtjanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye chueokdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye seulpeumdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sairago malhae (keutnageoya baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hapil naui geunyeoege neon ibeul matchugo&lt;br /&gt;chinguwi yeojain geol almyeonseo dagawatgo&lt;br /&gt;kamchugo sokigo isseo&lt;br /&gt;uyeonhi majuchin ne siseon phihaji anhgo&lt;br /&gt;nega ‘anya anya’ haedo gyeoguken no ingeol&lt;br /&gt;neol mideosotdeon naya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby. tell me Why you act so strange&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I don’t need a damn explain&lt;br /&gt;hajiman iminan modu algo iseosseo nan&lt;br /&gt;neowa hamkke itneun go nyeoseokdo&lt;br /&gt;philyo obseo jebal jom sarajyeo&lt;br /&gt;dwaesseo nameun haengbok gatgo kkeojyeoboryeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ sarangdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ ujeongdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sarangirago haedo malhal pilyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye chueokdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye seulpeumdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sairago malhae (keutnageoya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(modu da bye~)&lt;br /&gt;(modu da bye~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye chueokdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye seulpeumdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sairago malhae (keutnageoya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have never gonna get you love. F**k you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ sarangdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye~ ujeongdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sarangirago haedo malhal pilyo objanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye chueokdo&lt;br /&gt;modu da bye bye seulpeumdo&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready (hey~!)&lt;br /&gt;No love I’m done with (ho~)&lt;br /&gt;keutnabeorin sairago malhae (keutnageoya ije)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me but you kiss him&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is already feeling his touch (you hide and deceive)&lt;br /&gt;Even when you hang up, I see you&lt;br /&gt;You deny and deny but it ends up being you&lt;br /&gt;(I used to love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Oh baby tell me why you act so strange&lt;br /&gt;but tonight I don’t need a damn explain&lt;br /&gt;But I already knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even need that guy who’s with you either&lt;br /&gt;Please go away- it’s fine&lt;br /&gt;Take the remaining happiness and piss off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Bye bye to everything&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to love and everything else even friendship&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready no love I’m done with&lt;br /&gt;Say that it’s an ended love,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need for other words&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to everything,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to memories, bye bye to sadness&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready no love I’m done with&lt;br /&gt;Say that it’s an ended love, it’s over baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kissed my girl&lt;br /&gt;You approached her even when you knew she was your friend’s girl (you hide and deceive)&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even avoid our coincidentally met eyes&lt;br /&gt;You deny and deny but it ends up being you&lt;br /&gt;(I used to trust you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye to everything&lt;br /&gt;Bye to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to everything,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to memories, bye bye to sadness&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m ready no love I’m done with&lt;br /&gt;Say that it’s an ended love, it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the MV!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="383" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CcecmEa0NEg" width="620"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Narration)&lt;br /&gt;geuman galke..gottoraol geoya geureonikka&lt;br /&gt;aniya, naega neol imankkeum saranghaneunde&lt;br /&gt;saranghae..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JJ]Jigeum waseo malhal sudo eobseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neoui gijeok geu modeun ge heosang gata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Majimak geu moseubdo seoseohi gieok sogeman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamgyeojyeo ganeun geotman gata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC]Eodinga-eseo nal bogoisseulkka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huhwehaedo neujeobeoryeo bol su eobseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC][JS]Chueoge geurimja-e chokchokhan nae nunmulduro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geu jaril jigyeobogo isseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;[JJ]Nan mothae jeongmal mothae&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Niga nae gyeothe isseul ttae mankeum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Mianhande geuge andwae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;Ijen modeun ge tteolryeowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS]Jogeum deo gidarida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kkum sokeul hemaeida (hemaeida~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gyeolguk ni aneseo nuneul gameulkkabwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Jeonhyeo deulijiga anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS]Tto dashi saranghae jugettni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC]Byeolsseo ireon gyeojeol jinawasseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neoui heunjeok chajabwado jiwojyeosseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC][JJ]Majimak ni gieokdo nunmure teoneol sokeuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamgyeojyeoganeun geotmal gata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS]Naneun mollae kkumeul kkullae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nega neo yeope ittjireul anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mianhande iman galke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ijen neoui gireul ttara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Kkeuteobneun gireul ttara&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neol chaja hemaeida (hemaeida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geunyeoreul irghoseo seulpeomanhalkkabwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC]Jeonhyeo deulijiga anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS]Tto dashi saranghae jugettni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ALL]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajima kajima isseojeul su ittni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geojitmal geojitmal deulrijiga anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saranghae saranghae boyeojul su ittni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saranghae saranghae saranghae jugettni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kajima kajima isseojeul su ittni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geojitmal geojitmal deulijiga anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saranghae saranghae boyeojul su ittni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jebal dorawajweo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Kajima tteo najima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[YC]Nae gyeothe isseojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ][JS]Geojitmal da geojitmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Jeonhyeo deuliji anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Han madi boyeojul suneun eobtni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JS][YC]Saranghae neol saranghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JJ]Tto dashi saranghae jugettni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Narration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m going to leave now&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to come back so…&lt;br /&gt;No- don’t you know how much I love you?&lt;br /&gt;I love you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wiping away the miracle of seeing you&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be able to live on&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’ve escaped from every dream&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw your image&lt;br /&gt;It felt like i was drowning in the raindrops of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where am I watching you?&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Even if there’s regret, there’s really no way of seeing you&lt;br /&gt;Memory of a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Moistness of a name&lt;br /&gt;It’s there in that little memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it, really can’t do it&lt;br /&gt;It’s like you’re by my side&lt;br /&gt;Not waiting, I’m not waiting anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try again to say something&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try again to leave some memory&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the dreamscape&lt;br /&gt;In my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go, don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you remain by my side&lt;br /&gt;Lies, all are lies&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hear anything&lt;br /&gt;Love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see that from one single line&lt;br /&gt;Love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast, you have already clean forgotten&lt;br /&gt;the tracks of finding you have also disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last path, adheres closely to my tears&lt;br /&gt;again I inch a little closer (again it’s about the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’ve also changed)&lt;br /&gt;You’re not here by my side&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go now&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go&lt;br /&gt;Now i’m going to follow your path&lt;br /&gt;Follow an endless path&lt;br /&gt;Going everywhere to find you&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid that losing her will bring sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go, don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;can’t you remain by my side&lt;br /&gt;lies, all are lies&lt;br /&gt;i can’t hear anything&lt;br /&gt;love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;can’t you see that from one single line&lt;br /&gt;love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;will you love me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t go, don’t go, can you remain here&lt;br /&gt;lies, lies, i can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, can you see that&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t go, don’t go, can you remain here&lt;br /&gt;lies, lies, i can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, can you see that&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, will you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t go, don’t go, can you remain here&lt;br /&gt;lies, lies, i can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, can you see that&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you, will you love me&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t go, don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;can’t you remain by my side&lt;br /&gt;lies, all are lies&lt;br /&gt;i can’t hear anything&lt;br /&gt;love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;can’t you see that from one single line&lt;br /&gt;love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;will you love me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1756957956"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1756957957"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The part I highlight is the part that I love the most!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fallen Leaves&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barami bunda noulri jigo&lt;br /&gt;unmyeongi uri motgeman haedo&lt;br /&gt;shigan heureugojinagan jarigitda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang ingabwa geurium ingabwa&lt;br /&gt;ne misoga ne ane muldeuda&lt;br /&gt;kkotji jin hue urineun dashi shijak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nagyeom uirul georeumyon&lt;br /&gt;hamkkeman itjamyeo&lt;br /&gt;nae maeum samkhin geudae&lt;br /&gt;yongwonheul yaksokhalge&lt;br /&gt;nuni bushige&lt;br /&gt;areumdaun kkume&lt;br /&gt;siryeoni dagaunabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eodumi gago&lt;br /&gt;saebyeoki umyeon&lt;br /&gt;oneuse go gieoke momunda&lt;br /&gt;ojik neol hyanghan nae maeum&lt;br /&gt;i seude maechinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagyeom wirul georumyeon&lt;br /&gt;hamkeman itjamyeon&lt;br /&gt;nae maeum samkhin geudae&lt;br /&gt;yongwonheul yaksokhalge&lt;br /&gt;nuni bushige&lt;br /&gt;areumdaun kkume&lt;br /&gt;siryeoni dagaunabwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gadeun haneul araeseo&lt;br /&gt;gadeun kkumeul guneun&lt;br /&gt;bichui byeoldeurui hyangyeon&lt;br /&gt;geucheokje enae momeulsido&lt;br /&gt;onjenga dashi bureul norae&lt;br /&gt;geunari chajaugetji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda malhage&lt;br /&gt;unmomeul dahaeseo&lt;br /&gt;yessunganui ddolrimeul&lt;br /&gt;yongwonhi ganjikhalge&lt;br /&gt;hyeonshire garyeo&lt;br /&gt;neol bolsu obsodo&lt;br /&gt;dashineol chajeultenikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarangingabwa&lt;br /&gt;geurieumin gabwa&lt;br /&gt;ne misoga ne ane muldeunda&lt;br /&gt;kkotji jinhue urinun&lt;br /&gt;dashi shijak&lt;br /&gt;dashi shijak&lt;br /&gt;dashi shijak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind is blowing a glowing of the sky&lt;br /&gt;the fated 2 of us even if it’s a distance away&lt;br /&gt;the time passes the spaces that passes by is long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be love it seems to be longing&lt;br /&gt;your smile has captivated me&lt;br /&gt;after the flowers have fallen we will start all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we walk on the fallen leaves while we’re together&lt;br /&gt;the lady who took my heart I promise eternally&lt;br /&gt;shimmering to the eyes in the beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;seems like an ordeal has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone the darkness come the morning&lt;br /&gt;remain in the memory unaware always towards you&lt;br /&gt;my heart fills with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we walk on the fallen leaves while we’re together&lt;br /&gt;the lady who took my heart I promise eternally&lt;br /&gt;shimmering to the eyes in the beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;seems like an ordeal has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the same sky we dream of the same dream&lt;br /&gt;the brightness of the star’s lights’ this occassion captivated me&lt;br /&gt;a song that will be sang someday that day will come for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will say I love you with all my heart-felt feelings&lt;br /&gt;the fear of the past i will cherish it eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going towards the reality even if I can’t see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like it’s love seems like it’s longing&lt;br /&gt;your smile has captivated me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the flowers have fallen, we~&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;start over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Boy's Letter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romanization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabakke moreuneun sonyeoga itjyo&lt;br /&gt;eonjena jejarieseo nareul barkhyeojuneun byeol gateun&lt;br /&gt;igijeogin babo gateun naege&lt;br /&gt;gomapda saranghanda malhaejwoseo nunmurina&lt;br /&gt;ijen neoui haneuri doelge&lt;br /&gt;nega challanhage bitnal su itge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawa yeongwonhi saranghagenni&lt;br /&gt;hollo ganeun gire honjaseon&lt;br /&gt;mueotdo boiji anha neo eobsin sal suga eobseo&lt;br /&gt;naege yuilhan bichi neoran mallya naegen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neobakke moreuneun yeogi naega itjyo&lt;br /&gt;saranghae maldo motaneun bigeophan sonyeonieotjyo&lt;br /&gt;nega utgo ureodo nan moreugo&lt;br /&gt;neoege gidarimman angyeojun&lt;br /&gt;naega miwoseo heullineun nunmuri miwoseo&lt;br /&gt;deo isang apeuge haji anheulge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawa yeongwonhi saranghagenni&lt;br /&gt;hollo ganeun gire honjaseon&lt;br /&gt;mueotdo boiji anha neo eobsin salsuga eobseo&lt;br /&gt;naege yuilhan bichi neoran mallya naegen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haneulgwa bichui soni maju bol ttaee&lt;br /&gt;neoege hyanghan i pyeonjil bonaelge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawa igose isseo jugenni&lt;br /&gt;amheuk gateun chagaum soge&lt;br /&gt;seoroui cheoneul mitgo tteugeoun taeyangi doeeo&lt;br /&gt;ijeul su eomneun modeun haneurui norae doeeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;du nuneul gama chueokhaebwado&lt;br /&gt;deo isang jichiji antorok&lt;br /&gt;saranghaejwoseo nal jikyeojwoseo neomuna gamsahae&lt;br /&gt;ijen neoui haneuri doelge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonyeonui norael deureo&lt;br /&gt;deouk balgajineun byeol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modeun gaseum sogeseo ije&lt;br /&gt;naui noraega peojigil&lt;br /&gt;gateun geoseul neukkigo saranghagil&lt;br /&gt;neoui simjangeul ullil su itge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawa yeongwonhi saranghagenni&lt;br /&gt;hollo ganeun gire na honjaseon&lt;br /&gt;seoroui cheoneul mitgo tteugeoun taeyangi doeeo&lt;br /&gt;ijeul su eomneun modeun haneurui norae doeeo&lt;br /&gt;du nuneul gama chueokhaebwado&lt;br /&gt;deo isang jichiji antorok&lt;br /&gt;saranghaeseo nal jikyeojwoseo neomuna gamsahae&lt;br /&gt;ijen neoui haneuri doelge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a girl that only knows me&lt;br /&gt;Who is like a star, always in place, that shines on me&lt;br /&gt;To me who is selfish and foolish-&lt;br /&gt;She says thank you, I love you- so I shed tears&lt;br /&gt;Now I will become your sky so you can brilliantly shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Will you love with me forever?&lt;br /&gt;On this path alone, I can’t see anything&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without you&lt;br /&gt;You are the only light to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, who only knows you, am here&lt;br /&gt;I was a boy who was too coward to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Whether you laughed or cried, I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;And I only made you wait- I hated myself for that&lt;br /&gt;I hated the tears that were shed- I won’t hurt you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hands of the sky and light face one another&lt;br /&gt;I will send this letter for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay at this place with me?&lt;br /&gt;In this coldness that is like the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Let us trust each other’s warmth and become like the hot sun&lt;br /&gt;Let’s become an unforgettable song of the sky&lt;br /&gt;So that even when we close our eyes and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;We will not be exhausted anymore&lt;br /&gt;Love me, protect me- I thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;I will become your sky now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this boy’s song and the star becomes brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love with me forever?&lt;br /&gt;On this path alone, I can’t see anything&lt;br /&gt;Let us trust each other’s warmth and become like the hot sun&lt;br /&gt;Let’s become an unforgettable song of the sky&lt;br /&gt;So that even when we close our eyes and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;We will not be exhausted anymore&lt;br /&gt;Love me, protect me- I thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;I will become your sky now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mission&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pull it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashi hanbeon sijak dwineun naui stage&lt;br /&gt;tugeowojin jomyeong arae milryeo oneun feel yo! my screaming&lt;br /&gt;shimjangwi seumyeon oneun naui music&lt;br /&gt;let’s get it party tonight crazy&lt;br /&gt;I gotta dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nal hothage mandeuneun bulah bulah melody oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;alseu obtneun ikeulrime beat it beat it crazly oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel shock&lt;br /&gt;I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;nae mome jumuneul gorobonda Let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want you screaming JYJ verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umjigineun nae sonjiso nae hochom pajyeo pajyeobwa baby&lt;br /&gt;heundeurineun ni momjiseun give up give up give up shaking&lt;br /&gt;yodongchineun nae momchuise hamseongi deulryeo unda&lt;br /&gt;ijeneun naui stage what’s that baby want you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nal choihage mandeneun kungchithak rideum oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;alseu obtneun ikeulrime beat it beat it crazly oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel shock&lt;br /&gt;I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;dashi hanbeon jumuneul gorobonda Let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want you screaming JYJ dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, probably your money is unpublic&lt;br /&gt;try to save my life like a puppy and cream&lt;br /&gt;another hot movie character bumble bee&lt;br /&gt;treat me like a slave and I pray is it halloween&lt;br /&gt;trick or treats oh please don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;to pull my head down your way&lt;br /&gt;brand new person. A man?&lt;br /&gt;so fuck off no more talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nal hothage mandeuneun bulah bulah melody oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;alseu obtneun ikeulrime beat it beat it crazly oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel shock&lt;br /&gt;I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;majimak jumuneul goreobonda let’s go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want you screaming JYJ one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want you screaming JYJ dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stage that has begun once more&lt;br /&gt;Under the blazing lights, the surging&lt;br /&gt;feel yo! my screaming&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s music that permeates&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get it party tonight crazy&lt;br /&gt;I gotta dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me hot, the bulah bulah melody Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;An unknown attraction beat it beat it crazily Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel me shock! I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;I cast a spell on my body&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want u screaming, JYJ verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my moving hand gestures&lt;br /&gt;My breath, fall, fall for me&lt;br /&gt;Your shaking body movement give up&lt;br /&gt;give up give up give up shaking&lt;br /&gt;My moving body gestures are met with shouts&lt;br /&gt;This is now my stage~&lt;br /&gt;What’s that baby what you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;The boom-chi-ka rhythm Oh oh oh~&lt;br /&gt;An unknown attraction beat it beat it crazily Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel me shock! I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;I cast a spell on my body let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want u screaming, JYJ dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, probably your money is unpublic&lt;br /&gt;try to save my life like a puppy and cream&lt;br /&gt;another hot movie character bumble bee&lt;br /&gt;treat me like a slave and I pray is it halloween&lt;br /&gt;trick or treats oh please don’t even try&lt;br /&gt;to pull my head down your way&lt;br /&gt;brand new person. A man?&lt;br /&gt;so fuck off no more talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me hot, the bulah bulah melody Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;An unknown attraction beat it beat it crazily Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel me shock! I must feel this&lt;br /&gt;I cast a spell on my body Let’s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want u screaming, JYJ one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it mission let’s go&lt;br /&gt;Mission make it make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I must go make it mission Let’s go mission make it go&lt;br /&gt;I want u screaming, JYJ dance now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I.D.S (I Deal Scenario)&lt;/div&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans babe&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans babe ooh..ooh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aju salmyeosi naege wa&lt;br /&gt;deo dagawa deo now now now&lt;br /&gt;imi jeonghae jin Scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aju salmyeosi naege wa&lt;br /&gt;deo dagawa deo now now now&lt;br /&gt;imi jeonghae jin Scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naegewa) ijeneun ne mam beoryeo&lt;br /&gt;(naegewa) naege    seo tteonabeoryeo&lt;br /&gt;(ppajyeobwa) apeseo kkeo jyeobeoryeo baby&lt;br /&gt;Fall in Love Fall in Love Fall in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*neulgeu raet deutneon neomu nuni busyeo (nuni busyeo)&lt;br /&gt;saranghae neol idaero gusog halge (Oh No No)&lt;br /&gt;aju salmyeosi naege wa&lt;br /&gt;deo dagawa deo now now now&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans babe&lt;br /&gt;imi jeonghaejin    sesangee deo now now now&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal Deal Deal&lt;br /&gt;I Deal my Scenario 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sarajyo) naegen neoha nan geol&lt;br /&gt;(sarajyeo) wae geugeol moreuni neon&lt;br /&gt;(bujokhae) neomaneul saranghalge baby&lt;br /&gt;Go away Go away Go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neulgeu    raet deutnan yeoksi nege jillyeo (nege jillyeo)&lt;br /&gt;piryo eopseo idaero tteonagajwo (nal tteonagajwo)&lt;br /&gt;eodiro ga deunji sanggwan eopseo&lt;br /&gt;nae mabeobe sarajil neo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scenario~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal Deal Deal&lt;br /&gt;I Deal my Scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very gently&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, closer&lt;br /&gt;More Now Now Now&lt;br /&gt;A scenario which has already been decided on&lt;br /&gt;Very gently&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, Closer&lt;br /&gt;More Now Now Now&lt;br /&gt;A Scenario which has already been decided on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come to me) Now, throw away your heart&lt;br /&gt;(Come to me) Leave me&lt;br /&gt;(Try giving yourself up) Disappear in front of me Baby&lt;br /&gt;Fall in Love Fall in Love Fall in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always like that. You are really&lt;br /&gt;Dazzling (Dazzling)&lt;br /&gt;I love you like that&lt;br /&gt;I will restrain myself (Oh No No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very gently&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, Closer&lt;br /&gt;More Now Now Now&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans babe&lt;br /&gt;To a world which has already been settled on, a Story&lt;br /&gt;More Now Now Now&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my plans&lt;br /&gt;Deal Deal Deal&lt;br /&gt;I Deal my Scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me there is only you (Disappear)&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you know that? (You are lacking)&lt;br /&gt;I will love only you Baby&lt;br /&gt;Go away Go away Go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always like that, as expected I&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of you (Sick and tired of you)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you like that&lt;br /&gt;Leave (Leave me)&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go to, I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;You will disappear because of my spell.&lt;br /&gt;Deal Deal Deal&lt;br /&gt;I Deal my Scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pierrot&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;nan noui Pierrot jongmallo utgyeo&lt;br /&gt;noege da bachyo jjidulro my mine&lt;br /&gt;naen nappen our bro donappen meotdo obnun&lt;br /&gt;wanjeonhan neon pro jeoldaero p.s.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajik eorin naege ddo museun jichulhage ddo&lt;br /&gt;ideoreoun somchiwo&lt;br /&gt;sangdaedo hajima&lt;br /&gt;eojeui uriga annya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no just do not touch me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a pierrot&lt;br /&gt;deo neoupeun hanurul deungjigo salgoshippo&lt;br /&gt;jayurul jalgoshipo&lt;br /&gt;donophi fly fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namanui saenggaki isseo&lt;br /&gt;namanui insaengi isseo&lt;br /&gt;gameuk gateun geudae chueok hagishiro&lt;br /&gt;yongwonhi bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;neoege saenggak jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;naui geuphinggyeo jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;jokdo rukdo gothong seuroun naldeuro&lt;br /&gt;gadeun haltenika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nun gamado boyeo nan ije master&lt;br /&gt;ddeureobsi ppago deureo oneun geon no no&lt;br /&gt;geu jeongdo hwabo ddawie gaduryeo hajima&lt;br /&gt;sesangeul jalbwa neomu na meotjyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no just do not touch me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a pierrot&lt;br /&gt;deo neopeun hanurul deungjigo salgoshippo&lt;br /&gt;jayurul algoshipo donophi fly fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namanui saenggaki isseo&lt;br /&gt;namanui insaengi isseo&lt;br /&gt;gameuk gateun geudae chueok hagishiro&lt;br /&gt;yongwonhi bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;noege saenggak jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;noege phinggyeo jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;jokdo rukdo gothong seuroun naldeuro&lt;br /&gt;gadeun haltenika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no future no freedom&lt;br /&gt;it’s just like a chase for us&lt;br /&gt;but it don’t matter now we’re&lt;br /&gt;just gonna walk our way&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namanui saenggaki isseo&lt;br /&gt;namanui insaengi isseo&lt;br /&gt;gameuk gateun geudae chueok hagishiro&lt;br /&gt;yongwonhi bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;noege saenggak jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;noege phinggyeo jibeochyo&lt;br /&gt;jokdo rukdo gothong seuroun naldoro&lt;br /&gt;gadeun haltenika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Me, as your Pierrot, it’s really a joke&lt;br /&gt;my mind getting it all from you, it dirty my mind&lt;br /&gt;In front of me, my bro. in front of money, I’m nothing&lt;br /&gt;you’re a perfect pro, truly a p.s.m.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of doings will you do to the me who is still young&lt;br /&gt;Take away your dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even try to confront&lt;br /&gt;we’re no longer the us from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I still see it even if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m now the master&lt;br /&gt;delving like there’s no end no. no&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to measure it up with fortune or misfortune for this extend&lt;br /&gt;Look properly at the world. It’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;no. just do not touch me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a pierrot&lt;br /&gt;I want to live under a wider sky&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the meaning of freedom. Fly fly much higher&lt;br /&gt;There’s only thoughts about myself&lt;br /&gt;There’s only my own life&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to think about the days living in a prisoner cell&lt;br /&gt;Forever Bye bye bye&lt;br /&gt;throw away those thoughts only of u&lt;br /&gt;throw away those excuses of yours&lt;br /&gt;because it will only be filled with those days of misery and pain&lt;br /&gt;no future no freedom It’s just like a chase for us but it doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;now we’re just gonna walk out way for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You're:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romanization:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam mot irugo nuneul tteo baraboni&lt;br /&gt;bamsae jeojeun meorimate nae begaega&lt;br /&gt;ije geumanhaja ije geumanhaja&lt;br /&gt;jebal ije noha jugenni&lt;br /&gt;apeumman hoesanghamyeo jisaen eojetbam&lt;br /&gt;geutorok nal dudeurin bissorikkajido&lt;br /&gt;ije geumanhaja ije geumanhaja&lt;br /&gt;ije saranghal sun eopgenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seogeulpeun gieoge nal gipi gadwodugo&lt;br /&gt;geurimjaman jjochadanyeosseo ijen da saranghallae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to the right way for you&lt;br /&gt;jeogi jeo haneul kkeutkkaji dallil geoya&lt;br /&gt;sojunghan gieogeul irheodo&lt;br /&gt;deo saeroun miraereul eodeosseunikka&lt;br /&gt;supyeongseon kkeutjarage gadeuk damgin&lt;br /&gt;neohuideure sarange bodaphal su itdorok&lt;br /&gt;naega neol jikyeonael geoya&lt;br /&gt;geurae mueotgwado bakkul su eomneun&lt;br /&gt;neowa na geurigo modu urin hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokkeuteul ganjireophineun coffee hyangdo&lt;br /&gt;sallanggeorineun bombaram kkot hyanggido&lt;br /&gt;nal bangyeo jujanha nal bangyeo jujanha&lt;br /&gt;uril bogo utjanha geurae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gin bamsai naeryeoon iseureul meogeumeun purip&lt;br /&gt;singgeureommaneurodo urin haengbokhanikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to the right way for you&lt;br /&gt;jeogi jeo haneul kkeutkkaji dallil geoya&lt;br /&gt;sojunghan gieogeul irheodo&lt;br /&gt;deo saeroun miraereul eodeosseunikka&lt;br /&gt;supyeongseon kkeutjarage gadeuk damgin&lt;br /&gt;neohuideure sarange bodaphal su itdorok&lt;br /&gt;naega neol jikyeonael geoya&lt;br /&gt;geurae mueotgwado bakkul su eomneun&lt;br /&gt;neowa na geurigo modu urin hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gureum dwie sumeoseo ulgo itdeon geoya&lt;br /&gt;ijen dangdanghi pyeogo sesangeul barabwa&lt;br /&gt;hamseong soriga deullijanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttatteutagiman haetdeon uri kkumi&lt;br /&gt;jeomjeom meoreojil ttaen amheuk jeongjeon&lt;br /&gt;geu ttae geu nugun neohuin imi jeongjeom&lt;br /&gt;naeryeogal gilman nameun chojeom heuryeojin&lt;br /&gt;imi da tteoreojyeo beorin saljeom&lt;br /&gt;geurae baro geuttaeya&lt;br /&gt;neohuideuri uri soneul kkwak jaba jun geon&lt;br /&gt;meotjjeogeun uri misoreul doechaja jun geon&lt;br /&gt;boran deusi nuguboda haneulkkaji ttwieobora&lt;br /&gt;himeul doechajajun neo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supyeongseon kkeutjarage gadeuk damgin&lt;br /&gt;neohuideure sarange bodaphal su itdorok&lt;br /&gt;naega neol jikyeonael geoya&lt;br /&gt;geurae mueotgwado bakkul su eomneun&lt;br /&gt;neowa na geurigo modu urin hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;urin hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;urin hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neul mianhae jinjjaro&lt;br /&gt;hanainikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After not being able to sleep, I open my eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my wet hair from the night, my pillow…&lt;br /&gt;Let’s end it now (let’s end it now)&lt;br /&gt;Will you please let me go now?&lt;br /&gt;Last night I only recalled pain&lt;br /&gt;Even the sound of rain, beating on me&lt;br /&gt;Let’s end it now (let’s end it now)&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trap myself deeply within the sad memories&lt;br /&gt;And I just chase after shadows&lt;br /&gt;I want to love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And I am going to the right way for you&lt;br /&gt;I will run over there to the end of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Even though I lose my precious memories&lt;br /&gt;I will earn a new future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** So I can repay you for your love&lt;br /&gt;That fills up to the ends of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I will protect you&lt;br /&gt;Yes can’t exchange this with anything else&lt;br /&gt;You and I and everyone- because we’re one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee aroma that tickles my nose&lt;br /&gt;The whiffling spring breeze and the scent of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Are gretting me (are greeting me), are smiling at us&lt;br /&gt;Yes, while drinking the dew that comes after long nights&lt;br /&gt;The mere freshness of the grass will make us happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been hiding behind the cloud and crying&lt;br /&gt;Now confidently straighten up and face the world&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the roar of the crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our warm dreams are getting farther away- blackout darkness&lt;br /&gt;Then there was only a path going down that remained&lt;br /&gt;Life had lost its basics and worth&lt;br /&gt;Right then, you held our hands tightly&lt;br /&gt;You helped us find our smiles again&lt;br /&gt;You helped us find strength to jump higher than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nine&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neoneun sarangiran gorani?&lt;br /&gt;annya sashil nado moreugesseo&lt;br /&gt;danjeo moreuge Ye&lt;br /&gt;gaseumi ddwegeobgo mak twigo jakkuu nunmuri hollona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otteohke haeya haneun goni&lt;br /&gt;chajjaga mureup kkeurumyeon dweni&lt;br /&gt;nado moreuge Ye&lt;br /&gt;gyeosok neoreul chatgo ddo dwigo&lt;br /&gt;goldabomyon ddo jejariya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let you love me, Do not want to forget&lt;br /&gt;saero sijakharyeo haedo&lt;br /&gt;swibge dwejiga anhneun&lt;br /&gt;uri sarang nae gieok, chueokdul~&lt;br /&gt;ori dagan jeulsu jeucha eobneun naega dwiyo seunni&lt;br /&gt;jinan nareun ijyo ojik seoroman&lt;br /&gt;jikyeo gamyondwae&lt;br /&gt;ije urin alsu itjanha&lt;br /&gt;malhaji anhado aljanha&lt;br /&gt;maeil, molji andeon eojeman&lt;br /&gt;sori chimyeondwe&lt;br /&gt;malhaji mothaeseo mianhae&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda geudaeyeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myot beonigo jonhwado haebwasseo&lt;br /&gt;museun mareun halka geominhaesseo&lt;br /&gt;nado moreuge Ye~&lt;br /&gt;jameun jago ironal ddaedo giseong neol chatge dwenungoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let you love me, Do not want to forget&lt;br /&gt;saero sijakharyeo haedo&lt;br /&gt;swibge dwejiga anhneun&lt;br /&gt;uri sarang nae gieok, chueokdul~&lt;br /&gt;do isang gamcheulsu jeucha eobneun naega dweyo seunni&lt;br /&gt;jinan nareun ijyo ojik seoroman&lt;br /&gt;jikyeo gamyondwae&lt;br /&gt;ije urin alsu itjanha&lt;br /&gt;malhaji anhado aljanha&lt;br /&gt;maeil, molji andeon eojeman&lt;br /&gt;sori chimyeondwe&lt;br /&gt;malhaji mothaeseo mianhae&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda geudaeyeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jigeume nareulbwa&lt;br /&gt;naldo deogyeoni beorinnae moseup jom osaekhajiman&lt;br /&gt;gidaryeo neomu meoreo jijimalja&lt;br /&gt;nae aphaese sanggwa nan yaksokhalteni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinan nareun ijyo ojik seoroman&lt;br /&gt;jikyeo gamyondwae&lt;br /&gt;ije urin alsu itjanha&lt;br /&gt;malhaji anhado aljanha&lt;br /&gt;maeil, molji andeon eojeman&lt;br /&gt;sori chimyeondwe&lt;br /&gt;malhaji mothaeseo mianhae&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda geudaeyeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what’s call love?&lt;br /&gt;no~ in fact I have no idea about it too…&lt;br /&gt;just don’t know it Ye&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels hot and I keep running and keep tearing up&lt;br /&gt;what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go pleading with bent knees?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know too Ye&lt;br /&gt;I keep finding you and running, I’m back to the original spot even when I keep walking&lt;br /&gt;Do you not love me Do you not want to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if I want to start anew&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seems easy for our love&lt;br /&gt;My memories. sweet memories~&lt;br /&gt;I have become someone who can no longer hide it&lt;br /&gt;forget the old days~&lt;br /&gt;We just need to have the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;know we know it, don’t we&lt;br /&gt;we know it even if we don’t say it out&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we will shout out of the yesterday that isn’t too far&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry that I can’t say it&lt;br /&gt;i love you my dear&lt;br /&gt;maybe times i’ve tried calling&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about what to say…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know it too Ye~&lt;br /&gt;even as I fall asleep and wake up, I can’t stop myself from wanting to find you&lt;br /&gt;look at me, look at the me now&lt;br /&gt;Although it feels awakward because I’ve changed so much, wait&lt;br /&gt;let’s not be too far apart, I make a promise to the world ahead of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-8866410149920563099?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8866410149920563099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-5723133478655943075</id><published>2011-09-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:37:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belasungkawa...- Setiap yang Bernafas, Pasti akan Mati -</title><content type='html'>“kullu nafsin za iqatul maut“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila panggilan maut telah tiba, manusia iaitu hamba Allah akan terputus segala amalannya dari dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang berada di dunia miliknya hanya dapat mengikutnya sehingga liang lahad sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Namun hanya 3 perkara yang akan mengiringinya di alam barzakh sementara menunggu kebangkitan semula.&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama, amal ibadat yang dilakukan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua, ilmu dan harta yang dimanfaatkan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang ketiga, doa anak yang soleh/solehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu, kepada yang masih bernyawa, teruskanlah hidup dan beringatlah kamu kepada soalan-soalan yang bakal ditanya oleh malaikat penjaga kubur sesudah tujuh langkah bersurai dari tapak liang lahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Bersihkanlah dirimu sebelum kamu dimandikan &lt;br /&gt;Berwudhu'lah kamu sebelum kamu diwudhu'kan &lt;br /&gt;Dan solatlah kamu sebelum kamu disolatkan &lt;br /&gt;Tutuplah 'auratmu sebelum 'auratmu ditutupkan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kain kafan yang serba putih &lt;br /&gt;Pada waktu itu tidak guna lagi bersedih &lt;br /&gt;Walaupun orang yang hadir itu merintih &lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu kamu akan diletak di atas lantai &lt;br /&gt;Lalu dilaksanakanlah solat Jenazah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan empat kali takbir dan satu salam &lt;br /&gt;Berserta Fatihah, Sel awat dan doa &lt;br /&gt;Sebagai memenuhi tuntutan Fardhu Kifayah &lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah empat kali takbir itu dapat menebus &lt;br /&gt;Segala dosa meninggalkan solat sepanjang hidup? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah solat Jenazah yang tanpa rukuk dan sujud &lt;br /&gt;Dapat membayar hutang rukuk dan sujudmu yang telah luput? &lt;br /&gt;Sungguh tertipulah dirimu jika beranggapan demikian &lt;br /&gt;Justeru kumenyeru sekelian Muslimin dan Muslimat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usunglah dirimu ke tikar solat &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kamu diusung ke liang lahad &lt;br /&gt;Menjadi makanan cacing dan makanan ulat &lt;br /&gt;Iringilah dirimu ke masjid &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum kamu diiringi ke Pusara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangisilah dosa-dosamu di dunia &lt;br /&gt;Kerana tangisan tidak berguna di alam baqa' &lt;br /&gt;Sucikanlah dirimu sebelum kamu disucikan &lt;br /&gt;Sedarlah kamu sebelum kamu disedarkan &lt;br /&gt;Dengan panggilan 'Izrail yang menakutkan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berimanlah kamu sebelum kamu ditalkinkan &lt;br /&gt;Kerana ianya berguna untuk yang tinggal &lt;br /&gt;Bukan yang pergi &lt;br /&gt;Beristighfarlah kamu sebelum kamu diistighfarkan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun ketika itu istighfar tidak menyelamatkan &lt;br /&gt;Ing atlah di mana saja kamu berada &lt;br /&gt;Kamu tetap memijak bumi Tuhan &lt;br /&gt;Dan dibumbungi dengan langit Tuhan &lt;br /&gt;Serta menikmati rezeki Tuhan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru bila Dia menyeru, sambutlah seruan-Nya &lt;br /&gt;Sebelum Dia memanggilmu buat kali yang terakhirnya &lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah kamu dahulu hanya setitis air yang tidak bererti &lt;br /&gt;Lalu menjadi segumpal darah &lt;br /&gt;Lalu menjadi seketul daging &lt;br /&gt;Lalu daging itu membaluti tulang &lt;br /&gt;Lalu jadilah kamu insan yang mempunyai erti &lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah asal usulmu yang tidak bernilai itu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kalau jatuh ke tanah &lt;br /&gt;Ayam tak patok itik tak sudu &lt;br /&gt;Tapi Allah mengangkatmu ke suatu mercu &lt;br /&gt;Yang lebih agung dari malaikat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahirmu bukan untuk dunia &lt;br /&gt;Tapi gunakanlah ia buat melayar bahtera akhirat &lt;br /&gt;Sambutlah seruan 'Hayya 'alas Solaah' &lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh rela dan bersedia &lt;br /&gt;Sambutlah seruan 'Hayya 'alal Falaah' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan kemenangan akhirat dan dunia &lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah yang kekal ialah amal &lt;br /&gt;Menjadi bekal sepanjang jalan &lt;br /&gt;Menjadi teman di perjalanan &lt;br /&gt;Guna kembali ke pangkuan Tuhan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari itu tiada berguna Harta, takhta dan putera &lt;br /&gt;Isteri, kad kredit dan kereta &lt;br /&gt;Kondominium, saham dan niaga &lt;br /&gt;Kalau Dahi Tak Mencecah Sejadah Di Dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari ini aku dikejutkan dengan pemergian sepupuku yang berusia 30-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku difahamkan kerana penyakitnya yang pelbagai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerana meniggal di seberang laut, jenazahnya lewat tiba di rumah ibu saudara. Aku boleh rasa seksanya mayat itu minta dikebumikan. Astagfirullah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia meninggalkan 3 orang anak yang masih muda. Masih dalam perjalanan menjadi dewasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mereka dah kehilangan ibu pada usia semuda itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oleh kerana arwah seorang yang ceria, pemergiannya ditangisi semua termasuk aku. Sayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua sayang dia tapi Allah lebih mengasihinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab arwah menderita sakit yang dah lama. Allah pun sayang akan hamba-Nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cuma boleh tenangkan anaknya yang sulung sebab arwah meninggal selepas beberapa jam menghantar anaknya itu ke airport untuk balik ke kolej. Kesiannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cuma boleh pujuk dia je sebab aku tak reti bab-bab lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan nangis depan jenazah sebab roh boleh lihat kesedihan kita dan turut berasa berat hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita mesti merelakan pemergiannya agar rohnya berasa tenang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku yang dah banyak kali berasa sedih dan kecewa ni, nangis kejap je masa jenazah dibawa masuk ke rumah. Lepas tu dah ok sebab tak boleh nangis depan dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabah, tabah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu first time aku ikut pergi kubur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time aku tengok liang lahad yang dalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time aku bau air mawar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time aku tengok orang kebumi jenazah manusia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time aku dengar orang baca talkin. Sayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmannirrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Maha suci Tuhan yang Engkau bersifat dengan Baqa’ dan Qidam, Tuhan yang berkuasa mematikan sekalian yang bernyawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Maha suci Tuhan yang menjadikan mati dan hidup untuk menguji siapa yang baik dan siapa yang kecewa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Maha suci Tuhan yang menjadikan lubang kubur sebesar-besar pengajaran untuk menjadi iktibar kepada orang yang lalai, dan sebesar-besar amaran kepada orang yang masih hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ingatlah! Bahawa sekalian mahluk Allah akan jahanam dan binasa, melainkan zat Allah Taala. Ialah Tuhan yang maha besar kuasa menghukum, manakala kita sekalian akan kembali menghadap hadirat Allah Taala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;hendaklah kamu ingat akan janji-janji Allah yang mana kamu ada bawa bersama-sama dari dunia ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sekarang kamu telah menuju masuk ke negeri Akhirat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Kamu telah mengaku bahawa tiada Tuhan yang disembah dengan sebenar-benarnya melainkan Allah, dan bahawasanya Nabi Muhammad itu Pesuruh Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ingatlah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, apabila datang kepada kamu 2 orang malaikat yang serupa dengan kamu iaitu Mungkar dan Nangkir, maka janganlah berasa gentar dan takut, janganlah kamu berdukacita dan risau serta janganlah kamu susah-hati dan terkejut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ketahuilah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, bahawasanya Mungkar dan Nangkir itu hamba Allah Taala, sebagaimana kamu juga hamba Allah Taala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Apabila mereka menyuruh kamu duduk, mereka juga akan menyoal kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mereka berkata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Siapakah Tuhan kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Siapakah Nabi kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Apakah agama kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Apakah kiblat kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Siapakah saudara kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Apakah pegangan iktikad kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dan apakah kalimah yang kamu bawa bersama-sama kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Di masa itu hendaklah kamu menjawab soalan-soalan mereka dengan cermat dan sehabis-habis terang, tepat dan betul. Janganlah berasa gementar, janganlah cuak dan janganlah bergopoh-gapah, biarlah tenang dan berhati-hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hendaklah kamu jawab begini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Allah Taala Tuhanku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Muhammad nabiku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Islam agamaku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Al-Quran ikutanku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Baitullah itu qiblatku, malahan solat lima waktu, puasa di bulan Ramadhan, mengeluarkan zakat dan mengerjakan haji diwajibkan ke atas aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Semua orang Islam dan orang yang beriman adalah saudara aku, bahkan dari masa hidup hingga aku mati aku mengucap kalimah “La ila ha illallah Muhammaddur rasulullah“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, tetapkanlah hatimu, inilah dia suatu dugaan yang paling besar. Ingatlah bahawa kamu sekarang sedang tinggal di dalam alam Barzakh, sehingga sampai satu masa kelak, kamu akan dibangunkan semula untuk berkumpul di Padang Mahsyar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Insaflah wahai SAYA Bin IBU SAYA, bahawasanya mati ini adalah benar, soalan malaikat Mungkar dan Nangkir di dalam kubur ini adalah benar, bangun dari kubur kemudian kita dihidupkan semula adalah benar, berkumpul dan berhimpun di Padang Mahsyar adalah benar, dihisab dan dikira segala amalan kamu adalah benar, minum di kolam air nabi adalah benar, ada syurga dan neraka adalah benar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Bahawasanya hari Kiamat tetap akan adanya, begitu juga Tuhan yang maha berkuasa akan membangkitkan semula orang-orang yang di dalam kubur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Di akhirnya kami ucapkan selamat berpisah dan selamat tinggal kamu disisi Allah Taala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Semoga Tuhan akan memberi sejahtera kepada kamu. Tuhan jua yang menetapkan hati kamu. Kami sekalian berdoa mudah-mudahan Allah Taala menjinakkan hati kamu yang liar, dan Allah menaruh belas kasihan kepada kamu yang berdagang seorang diri di dalam kubur ini. Mudah-mudahan Tuhan akan memberi keampunan dan memaafkan kesalahan kamu serta menerima segala amal kebajikan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Ya Allah Ya Tuhan, kami merayu dan bermohon kepada-Mu supaya tidak disiksa mayat ini dengan kemegahan penghulu kami Muhammad SAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Subhana rabbika rabbil izati amma ya sifun wassallamu alalmursalinwalham dulillahi rabbil alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam mana? Gentar jantung aku bila dengar talkin dibaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takut...Aku terbayang macam mana la keadaan di dalam kubur lepas disemadikan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gelap...Lembap...Busuk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas habis siram air atas kubur, aku rasa berat nak tinggalkan kubur tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab lepas 7 langkah, malaikat akan berjumpa si mati dan mula bertanyakan soalan yang akan dijawab oleh amal kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau banyak dan baik amalan kita, maka dinginlah kubur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau tidak, sebaliknyalah yang terjadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oleh itu, aku mencoret di sini unuk menjadi peringatan aku dan semua akan hidup kita, melengkapi sebuah kembara.&lt;/div&gt;Singgah di rahim bonda sebelum menjejak ke dunia &lt;br /&gt;Menanti di barzakh sebelum berangkat ke mahsyar &lt;br /&gt;Diperhitung amalan &lt;br /&gt;Penentu syurga atau sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8047331353274120422-5723133478655943075?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5723133478655943075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/belasungkawa-setiap-yang-bernafas-pasti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5723133478655943075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5723133478655943075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/belasungkawa-setiap-yang-bernafas-pasti.html' title='Belasungkawa...- Setiap yang Bernafas, Pasti akan Mati -'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2494420877961267384</id><published>2011-08-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:29:56.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejukkkkk...</title><content type='html'>Hari ni hari pertama tak da hujan lebat.&lt;br /&gt;Dari minggu lepas sampai kelmarin, hujan turun tanpa hentinya.&lt;br /&gt;Kawasan rumah aku dah macam Korea dah, sejuk gila.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai baju pun tak boleh basuh. Abih aku nak pakai apa?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Buat kuih pun sejuk, asyik ambik haba dekat oven ja...&lt;br /&gt;Bila pegi kedai naik moroe, perghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;ketar lutut nak tekan gear!!!!Tangan pun pusing minyak banyak-banyak bagi laju.&lt;br /&gt;Kalah orang yang tengah lumba...ceeeehhhh,over...&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, setakat dua hari ni,aku dah selesai membakar 3 jenis biskut buatan tangan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, bangga tak da tahap.&lt;br /&gt;Esok, lagi 4 jenis siap. Tapi esok mak tolong buat dua, kuih yang dia nak makan.&lt;br /&gt;So,aku buat lagi dua...&lt;br /&gt;Sedapppppp....&lt;br /&gt;Meleleh asid hidroklorik dalam perut bila bau kuih yang tengah bakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, bila aku tengok cita The Baker's King, aku memang minat gila.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la aku suka makan, cita tu memang sedap.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku harap aku boleh jadi macam Kim Tak Gu yang pandai buat roti.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagitau mak, lepas SPM, aku nak pergi blajar and kerja dekat kedai roti.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, best. Tapi aku tau susah nak pandai kalau bab-bab kemahiran ni.&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman yang penting, usaha kena la lebih.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik mak dah ajar aku masak dari aku darjah 1.&lt;br /&gt;So tak la perak sangat nanti bila masuk dapur.&lt;br /&gt;Nanti bila dah pro, orang panggil Chef Nur Syuhada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kyah!!!KYEOPTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boleh buka bakery and cafe....&lt;br /&gt;Bestnya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah, Amin...&lt;br /&gt;Teruskan hari-hari terakhir Ramadhan dengan berpuasa bersungguh-sungguh ya.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa, kurangkan sikit percakapan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Banyakkan berfikir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-2494420877961267384?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2494420877961267384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/sejukkkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2494420877961267384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2494420877961267384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/sejukkkkk.html' title='Sejukkkkk...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-2744630682559649620</id><published>2011-08-24T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:16:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HI HI HI HU HU HU HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Trials&lt;/span&gt; memang dah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HABIS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MUTLAK&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejap lagi keluar buka puasa dengan F.5 Hostel...&lt;br /&gt;Sempat lah aku jenguk &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;POPULAR&lt;/span&gt; jap. Dh lama aku tak melawat.hihihihi....&lt;br /&gt;Nak beli &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;NOVEL&lt;/span&gt; untuk buka puasa. Tak lupa kepada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;KOMIK&lt;/span&gt; sebagai pencuci mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlupa dan tak sempat letak unit untuk jawapan Fizik tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai ke sini aku bawa kesedihan dan &lt;strike&gt;kekesalan&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ingat memang tak boleh nak kira sebab tak tau formula,sekali &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;SELAK&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Formula&lt;/span&gt; ada kat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;DEPAN&lt;/span&gt; la...sempat kira ja,unit dia tak sempat.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Ong, kalau online, tolong la tambah unit tu dekat saya.&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan= &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;gms-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, aku tak pernah dapat buka puasa dengan orang yang aku nak, macam...&lt;br /&gt;macam kawan sekelas...macam kawan baik...&lt;br /&gt;Plan punya plan, last-last cancel juga.&lt;br /&gt;Rasa kesal tu ada, cuma tak nampak di muka, di hati yang merana.&lt;br /&gt;Tak apalah, tak ada rezeki la namanya tu. Allah nak melindungi aku kot dari benda yang&lt;br /&gt;akan sakiti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;HO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt; dah dekat, tapi &lt;strike&gt;kesal&lt;/strike&gt; sebab bulan puasa ni aku tak sempat nak berbakti pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Kesal&lt;/strike&gt; macam &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HILANG&lt;/span&gt; duit yang banyak.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun akan datang belum tentu lagi aku sempat menyambut Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;Sebulan dihabiskan dengan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;PEPERIKSAAN&lt;/span&gt; yang telah memakan stamina aku berpuasa.&lt;br /&gt;Tak apa kot, doa kat Allah semoga dipanjangkan umur, agar dapat aku berjasa dalam &lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan akan datang,AMIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;strike&gt;SESAL&lt;/strike&gt; dahulu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;PENDAPATAN&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strike&gt;SESAL&lt;/strike&gt; kemudian &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TIDAK BERGUNA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; best juga main dengan warna-warna kan.hihihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-2744630682559649620?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2744630682559649620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/ha-ha-ha-hi-hi-hi-hu-hu-hu-ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2744630682559649620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/2744630682559649620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/ha-ha-ha-hi-hi-hi-hu-hu-hu-ho-ho-ho.html' title='HA HA HA HI HI HI HU HU HU HO HO HO'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3822533455594598201</id><published>2011-08-23T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:39:54.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sip For Today...</title><content type='html'>Exam Trials SPM dah berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;Esok adalah hari yang terakhir,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;PHYSICS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hari ni Additional Math,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Senang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; tapi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUSAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Macam nak mati ja aku menjawab tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;hahahaha...sapa suruh revise last-last minute kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;PADAN MUKA AKU.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tapi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt; sebab aku &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;berjaya&lt;/span&gt; menjawabnya walaupun pengakhirannya sangat teruk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok,ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Azam baru, lepas raya ni, nak buat at least 1 latihan untuk setiap subjek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dan hafal semula semua formula yang tah apa-apa tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Boleh ke ni???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Insyaallah...boleh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3822533455594598201?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3822533455594598201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/sip-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3822533455594598201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3822533455594598201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/sip-for-today.html' title='A Sip For Today...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-7927569209152617805</id><published>2011-08-20T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:11:43.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;나는 그들을 완료했습니다.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-7927569209152617805?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7927569209152617805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/aidilfitri-spm-94.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7927569209152617805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/7927569209152617805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/aidilfitri-spm-94.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRF_HYf96UU/Tk_Xq_ueNaI/AAAAAAAABIc/m9YfHsOAvp4/s72-c/20101116_joongki_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3039281206321108365</id><published>2011-08-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:23:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone to heal my wound?&lt;br /&gt;If i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared of love and people&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a loner, I close the door to my heart&lt;br /&gt;bearing my sadness on my back, I live like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and cover my ears&lt;br /&gt;I lock myself in the gloomy darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days, all year long, I wander&lt;br /&gt;Jack Sparrow holds the rudder, chasing my spirit&lt;br /&gt;The raging hurricane, tightening my belt&lt;br /&gt;A rapper who forfeited his orientation and lost his way&lt;br /&gt;I fight again with the other me who's hiding inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left, she told me&lt;br /&gt;“Even when you're next to me, it's like you're not there"&lt;br /&gt;A blade-like love that brushes off when you touch it&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold love where my heart froze over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, living for one minute, one second is not living&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I fear every day&lt;br /&gt;m'aidez! Someone, pull me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a loner, I close the door to my heart&lt;br /&gt;bearing my sadness on my back, I live like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and cover my ears&lt;br /&gt;I lock myself in the gloomy darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I faced our farewell that came without warning,&lt;br /&gt;afraid that i'd be alone again, I ignored it&lt;br /&gt;The past times that I yearn for even in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for those times to return to me, with an earnest heart&lt;br /&gt;I prayed every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrow of memories that pulled the bowstring and left my hand&lt;br /&gt;it flies endlessly towards the far target&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you to come back to me, to hold onto my hand&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I call you, though I endlessly shout for you&lt;br /&gt;there's no response from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, no matter how much I struggle to erase your existence&lt;br /&gt;Every night, in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;She appears, wiping away my falling tears&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Say that everything is ok?&lt;br /&gt;Lie to myself? I can't take this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts, I hurt too. When it's sad, I'm sad too&lt;br /&gt;My frozen heart keeps accusing me&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's the end. Really, I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;The tears that I've held in keeps pouring down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone to heal my wound?&lt;br /&gt;If i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared of love and people&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a loner, I close the door to my heart&lt;br /&gt;bearing my sadness on my back, I live like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and cover my ears&lt;br /&gt;I lock myself in the gloomy darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3039281206321108365?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3039281206321108365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3039281206321108365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3039281206321108365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3392259490367105908</id><published>2011-08-16T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:49:24.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terkenang masa yang berlalu...</title><content type='html'>Dah sempat blogwalking tadi dekat Anis punya &lt;a href="http://annissa-anis.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;...untuk release tension...&lt;br /&gt;Dah DUA hari trials berlalu...walaupun tak kena angkat benda berat, stamina sehari habis diguna untuk menjawab soalan hanya selama 5 jam!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Soalan-soalan tak susah tapi tak senang sebab tak buat revision.&lt;br /&gt;Terutama bahasa INGGERIS yang tah apa-apa aku tulis.&lt;br /&gt;Tajuk WORLD, so aku start la tulis perkataan tu.&lt;br /&gt;World. It means everything to us....bla...bla...bla...&lt;br /&gt;Nanti sure kena hamun dengan Teacher Amanah.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry teacher sebab aku memang lemah bab-bab bahasa ni.&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Melayu okay sikit sebab itu kan bahasa kita... ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling tak okay setakat ni ialah SEJARAH kertas 1.Tak okay langsung.&lt;br /&gt;Esok KERTAS 2!!! Lagi la tak okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;AGAMA lagi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu, saya minta maaf banyak-banyak kalau ada buat salah dengan cikgu sebab apa saja yang saya baca tak melekat.&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun ALHAMDULILLAH sebab 2 hari tu berjaya diharung dan aku masih hidup dengan sihatnya dalam rahmat Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni hanyalah BISMILLAH HI TAWAKKAL TU A'LALLAH...LA HAWLAWALA QUWATA I'LLAH HIL AZIM YUL ALIM...&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan maha adil...hari ni gagal sebagai peringatan untuk hari ESOK yang belum datang.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi hiduplah bersederhana dan kurangkan mengeluh.&lt;br /&gt;Kurangkan bercakap sebab lagi banyak kita bercakap,lagi banyak dosa yang kita buat sebab banyak benda yang tak sepatutnya kita cakap,kita dah sebutkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan bila tengok junior FORM 4 duduk senang lenang, aku mengeluh la juga.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tak manfaat masa sebaiknya.&lt;br /&gt;Sama macam aku dulu. Bila dah FORM 5,baru tau, baru MENYESAL.&lt;br /&gt;SESAL DAHULU PENDAPATAN,SESAL KEMUDIAN TIDAK BERGUNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChbcxaEVSEw/TklbSzKiEHI/AAAAAAAABIY/rCPvYUVVhRk/s1600/20110726_protecttheboss_jaejoong_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChbcxaEVSEw/TklbSzKiEHI/AAAAAAAABIY/rCPvYUVVhRk/s640/20110726_protecttheboss_jaejoong_5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3392259490367105908?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3392259490367105908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/terkenang-masa-yang-berlalu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3392259490367105908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3392259490367105908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/terkenang-masa-yang-berlalu.html' title='Terkenang masa yang berlalu...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChbcxaEVSEw/TklbSzKiEHI/AAAAAAAABIY/rCPvYUVVhRk/s72-c/20110726_protecttheboss_jaejoong_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3223524850810416321</id><published>2011-08-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:06:12.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha esokkkkkk....</title><content type='html'>Esok Trials dah start...&lt;br /&gt;Jadi masa untuk hiatus...&lt;br /&gt;Lepas raya baru update...kot.&lt;br /&gt;Silap-silap esok pun bukak lagi benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah dak...&lt;br /&gt;Takmau-takmau...&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun good luck...&lt;br /&gt;Buku tak &amp;nbsp;baca,duk harap dekat luck saja...&lt;br /&gt;Ish...ish...ish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3223524850810416321?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3223524850810416321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/hahahahaha-esokkkkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3223524850810416321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3223524850810416321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/hahahahaha-esokkkkkk.html' title='Hahahahaha esokkkkkk....'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3023650459393406197</id><published>2011-08-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:38:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VFyQw7iX9k/TkKzxTKwkGI/AAAAAAAABIM/nfKErIRuagg/s1600/tumblr_lh90b9czPk1qe4fff.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VFyQw7iX9k/TkKzxTKwkGI/AAAAAAAABIM/nfKErIRuagg/s1600/tumblr_lh90b9czPk1qe4fff.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becoming like this is not a good thing for teenagers. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3023650459393406197?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3023650459393406197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/becoming-like-this-is-not-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3023650459393406197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3023650459393406197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/becoming-like-this-is-not-good-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VFyQw7iX9k/TkKzxTKwkGI/AAAAAAAABIM/nfKErIRuagg/s72-c/tumblr_lh90b9czPk1qe4fff.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-5920325573990481775</id><published>2011-08-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:07:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Allah...Aku Mohon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ifHF6ngjdGo/TkKrahLKkeI/AAAAAAAABHs/_ObN-aM5wnU/s1600/DSCN7510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ifHF6ngjdGo/TkKrahLKkeI/AAAAAAAABHs/_ObN-aM5wnU/s320/DSCN7510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya Allah,aku mohon kembalikanlah sahabat-sahabatku.&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku tak mampu menanggung derita dan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya manusia biasa yang sentiasa melakukan kesalahan.&lt;br /&gt;Menanti kasih-Mu menghadapkan aku kepada kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;Bantulah aku mendapatkan kembali sahabat-sahabatku, ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Kepada-Mu aku menyembah,hanya kepada-Mu aku meminta pertolongan.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi Tuhanku, adakah aku meminta terlalu banyak?&lt;br /&gt;Meminta kepada-Mu yang Maha Pemurah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1zJR9MDAQ/TkKsZkUJ29I/AAAAAAAABH0/6LW8onf-Jrg/s1600/IMG_4850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdyxJ1GHqUY/TkKn068ItBI/AAAAAAAABHU/KOeCDIJU6qY/s1600/boss-bhs-6.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdyxJ1GHqUY/TkKn068ItBI/AAAAAAAABHU/KOeCDIJU6qY/s1600/boss-bhs-6.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR4ojuBLPHw/TkKn1U_nucI/AAAAAAAABHY/U1eZ_QAjW6E/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR4ojuBLPHw/TkKn1U_nucI/AAAAAAAABHY/U1eZ_QAjW6E/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFl1eV83-hY/TkKn2isuaQI/AAAAAAAABHg/HSVEpXAl3f8/s1600/sow-5-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFl1eV83-hY/TkKn2isuaQI/AAAAAAAABHg/HSVEpXAl3f8/s320/sow-5-25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;JYJ JunSu is delightful in this episode, natural at being himself and his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;acapella version of ‘You are so beautiful’ is heart melting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Even more in this context, a popular singer sings for his fan, one to one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W020Pa6QrnY/TkKn3MCbYdI/AAAAAAAABHk/IgjBo3Dd77U/s1600/sow-5-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W020Pa6QrnY/TkKn3MCbYdI/AAAAAAAABHk/IgjBo3Dd77U/s320/sow-5-26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqQz60w-nPs/TkKn4amY6rI/AAAAAAAABHo/Xzme1nnhTT8/s1600/sow-6th-aug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqQz60w-nPs/TkKn4amY6rI/AAAAAAAABHo/Xzme1nnhTT8/s320/sow-6th-aug.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYJ member Kim Jun Su makes his appearance in ‘Scent of a woman’, his first acting role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To air on 6th of August, in episode 5, Kim Jun Su makes a special appearance as a popular singer,&lt;br /&gt;someone Kim Sun A (Yeon Jae) admires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this appearance, Kim Jun Su has recorded a OST ‘You are so beautiful’ for the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:owner.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-9127998845154832237?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9127998845154832237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/postoposto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9127998845154832237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/9127998845154832237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/postoposto.html' title='Posto...Posto...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrGChGaveFg/TkKnTck7S7I/AAAAAAAABGg/MuBD4CO8L7E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3917862941469957493</id><published>2011-08-09T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:32:16.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="620" height="383" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lT-iBCuoNS4?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-3917862941469957493?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3917862941469957493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3917862941469957493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/3917862941469957493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lT-iBCuoNS4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-1455229396992931906</id><published>2011-08-08T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:02:48.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esok...esok...esok...</title><content type='html'>Esok ada pentaksiran ICT...&lt;br /&gt;Tak takut, Tak berani...&lt;br /&gt;Usaha dah, tawakkal ja.&lt;br /&gt;Allah kan ada. Dia sentiasa melihat kita.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan risau...&lt;br /&gt;Trials pun...tawakkal...&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah boleh buat dengan sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-1455229396992931906?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1455229396992931906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/esok-ada-pentaksiran-ict.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1455229396992931906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/1455229396992931906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/esok-ada-pentaksiran-ict.html' title='Esok...esok...esok...'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-3967556412383043493</id><published>2011-08-03T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:24:10.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saat ini Terdetik...</title><content type='html'>Sejujurnya aku terasa &lt;b&gt;DISISIHKAN &lt;/b&gt;oleh semua orang di sekeliling aku samada yang jauh ataupun dekat dan ia membuatkan aku &lt;b&gt;MENYISIHKAN&lt;/b&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; like this is it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Wasted&lt;/span&gt; to avoid and solve problems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsRrkpij9JQ/TimJ78Yt88I/AAAAAAAABGE/YTcfKbvD0tw/s1600/tumblr_lgcya6hWCj1qdpixdo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsRrkpij9JQ/TimJ78Yt88I/AAAAAAAABGE/YTcfKbvD0tw/s1600/tumblr_lgcya6hWCj1qdpixdo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-6132873622873010724?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6132873622873010724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-like-this-is-it-wasted-to-avoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6132873622873010724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/6132873622873010724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-like-this-is-it-wasted-to-avoid.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NsRrkpij9JQ/TimJ78Yt88I/AAAAAAAABGE/YTcfKbvD0tw/s72-c/tumblr_lgcya6hWCj1qdpixdo1_250.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8560268927165627861</id><published>2011-07-22T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:09:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uParNFh3c3U/TiksT0OVCEI/AAAAAAAABFw/-5SKKuGXNdA/s1600/tumblr_les6ujnCVO1qa0rwv.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uParNFh3c3U/TiksT0OVCEI/AAAAAAAABFw/-5SKKuGXNdA/s1600/tumblr_les6ujnCVO1qa0rwv.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to sleep...play...everything...hahaHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJN_ElToqOM/Tiksg4hLcQI/AAAAAAAABF4/Zv9RsF07KP0/s1600/tumblr_lfkt7u4EuX1qfnqtlo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJN_ElToqOM/Tiksg4hLcQI/AAAAAAAABF4/Zv9RsF07KP0/s320/tumblr_lfkt7u4EuX1qfnqtlo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;SCHOOL DAY'S MORNING&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;I'm entering the kitchen like hell because...I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS_DDgYIKiY/TikpRNLeDWI/AAAAAAAABFk/wehUU2OonSg/s1600/tumblr_lgdyih3bv81qgkdixo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jS_DDgYIKiY/TikpRNLeDWI/AAAAAAAABFk/wehUU2OonSg/s1600/tumblr_lgdyih3bv81qgkdixo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then, Mom don't cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MLuJorzMJM/TikpHNO1c2I/AAAAAAAABFg/MUTqVWWfIGo/s1600/2571234.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MLuJorzMJM/TikpHNO1c2I/AAAAAAAABFg/MUTqVWWfIGo/s1600/2571234.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't I looked poor??? 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Graham Greene-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-5664866267456604001?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5664866267456604001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-can-sometimes-found-in-deep-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5664866267456604001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/5664866267456604001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-can-sometimes-found-in-deep-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-433434076415143193</id><published>2011-07-19T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:20:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth that Lie Between Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3k3UZzFnMY/TiRdDMnM4uI/AAAAAAAABFM/ih1VBAdCgZs/s1600/tumblr_loa6sdwkkW1qc0zck.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3k3UZzFnMY/TiRdDMnM4uI/AAAAAAAABFM/ih1VBAdCgZs/s1600/tumblr_loa6sdwkkW1qc0zck.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-433434076415143193?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/433434076415143193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-that-lie-between-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/433434076415143193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/433434076415143193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-that-lie-between-lies.html' title='The Truth that Lie Between Lies'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3k3UZzFnMY/TiRdDMnM4uI/AAAAAAAABFM/ih1VBAdCgZs/s72-c/tumblr_loa6sdwkkW1qc0zck.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-985603094567054483</id><published>2011-07-17T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:14:28.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyun Bin Chant in Secret Garden...a.k.a. Tongue Twister</title><content type='html'>HANGEUL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;김 수한무 거북이와 두루미&lt;br /&gt;삼천갑자동방삭&lt;br /&gt;치치카포 사리사리 센타&lt;br /&gt;워리워리 세브리캉&lt;br /&gt;무두셀라 구름이 허리케인 담벼락 서생원&lt;br /&gt;고양이 바둑이는 돌돌이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANIZED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim su-han-mu guh-bu-ki-wa du-ru-mi&lt;br /&gt;sam-chun-kab-ja-dong-bang-sak&lt;br /&gt;chi-chi-ka-po sa-li-sa-li saen-ta&lt;br /&gt;wuh-li-wuh-li sae-bu-li-kang&lt;br /&gt;mu-du-sael-la gu-ruum-ee&lt;br /&gt;huh-li-kae-een dam-byuh-lak&lt;br /&gt;suh-sang-won go-yang-ee ba-duk-ee-nun dol-dol-ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the explanations to those fateful 80 words:&lt;br /&gt;김수한무 (金 壽限無 : 김은 성이고 목숨에 한계가 없다는 뜻)&lt;br /&gt;Kim Soo-han-moo : it’s Hanja literally means surname ‘Kim’, ‘Age-is-Infinite’.&lt;br /&gt;거북이와 두루미 : 십장생중 오래 사는 넘들이죠&lt;br /&gt;Keo-bu-gi-wa du-ru-mi: the tortoise and the crane (bird, not machine), 2 of the traditional 10 symbols of longevity.&lt;br /&gt;삼천갑자 동방삭 : 옛날 중국에 三千甲子(180000년)를 살았던 동방삭이라는 사람이 있었데요&lt;br /&gt;Sam-cheon-gab-ja Dong Bang Sak: long time ago, there lived a guy called Dong Bang Sak in China. He lived for sam-cheon-gab-ja = 3000 x 60 = 180000 years.&lt;br /&gt;치치카포 : 아프리카 어디서 오래산사람 이름&lt;br /&gt;Chi-chi-ga-po: name of somebody who lived a long life somewhere in Africa *lol*&lt;br /&gt;사리사리센타, 워리워리,새프리카 : 모두 전설속 오래살았다고함&lt;br /&gt;Sarisarisaenta, Woriwori, Saepeurika: names of legendary people who lived a long life *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;무두셀라 : 성경에 나오는 인물 969세 까지 살았다고 전해짐&lt;br /&gt;Moo-doo-sael-la : konglish for Methuselah, who lived for 969 years, according to the Bible’s Genesis 5:27&lt;br /&gt;구름이 : 구름이 오래사는 존재 / 므드셀라가 오래살았다고 하지만 구름은 전세계의 하늘을 날아다니니 더 오래 살지 않는가..&lt;br /&gt;gu-reum-yi: ‘clouds’, ‘cos they symbolise a never-ending existence; in a way, lives longer than Methuselah ^^; thus it’s better to be a cloud than Methuselah&lt;br /&gt;허리케인 : 구름을 날려버림 / 그 구름도 허리케인이 불면 쫒겨 가니 허리케인이 더 쎄다&lt;br /&gt;heo-ri-kae-in: konglish for ‘hurricane’, shows the meaninglessness of clouds’ existence if they can be blown away by hurricanes, thus it’s better to be a hurricane than a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;담벼락 : 허리케인에도 무너지지 않음 / 그러나 그 강한 허리케인도 담이 있으면 막혀버리니 담벼락이 더 쎄다 할수 있다&lt;br /&gt;dam-byo-rak: ‘wall’, showing the meaninglessness of a hurricane if you stay intact despite being blown, thus it’s better to be a wall than a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;서생원에 : 담벼락에 구멍을 뚫어 담벼락을 무너뜨림 / 그러나 그 담벼락도 서생원(쥐)가 갉아서 구멍을 낼 수 있으니 쥐가 더 쎄다..&lt;br /&gt;seo-saeng-won-ae: ‘mouse’. Drills holes in wall, causing weakened wall to collapse in a hurricane, thus… it’s better to be a mouse than a wall.&lt;br /&gt;고양이 : 서생원의 천적은 당근 고양이&lt;br /&gt;go-yang-yi: ‘cat’. (You get the drift)&lt;br /&gt;바둑이는 : 고양이의 천적, 개&lt;br /&gt;ba-duk-yi-neun: ‘dog’&lt;br /&gt;돌돌이 : 개 이름..&lt;br /&gt;Doldolri : doggie’s name..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-985603094567054483?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/985603094567054483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/hyun-bin-chant-in-secret-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/985603094567054483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/985603094567054483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/hyun-bin-chant-in-secret-garden.html' title='Hyun Bin Chant in Secret Garden...a.k.a. Tongue Twister'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-319033205852713911</id><published>2011-07-14T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:50:28.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I never thought that it'd be easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Cause we're both so distant now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And the walls are closing in on us and we're wondering how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;No one has a solid answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;But just walking in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And you can see the look on my face, it just tears me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So we fight, (so we fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Through the hurt, (through the hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we cry and cry and cry and cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we live, (and we live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we learn, (and we learn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we try and try and try and try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So its up to you, (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And its up to me, (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;and we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Down to earth, down to earth, down to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;On our way back down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Back down to earth x8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Mommy, you were always somewhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And Daddy, I live out of town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So tell me how could I ever be, normal somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;You tell me this is for the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So tell me why am I in tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;(Woo) so far away and now I just need you here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So we fight, (so we fight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Through the hurt, (through the hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we cry and cry and cry and cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we live, (and we live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we learn, (and we learn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we try and try and try and try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So its up to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And its up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Down to earth x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;On our way back down to earth, (on our way back down to earth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Back down to earth x8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I felt so far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;From where we used to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And now we're standing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And where do we go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;when there's is no road (no road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;to get to your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Lets start over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;So it's up to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And it's up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Down to earth, (down to earth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;On our way back down to earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I never thought that it'd be easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Cause we're both so distant now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #656565; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;And the walls are closing in on us and we're wondering how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047331353274120422-319033205852713911?l=timelesstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/feeds/319033205852713911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/down-to-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/319033205852713911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047331353274120422/posts/default/319033205852713911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timelesstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/down-to-earth.html' title='Down to Earth'/><author><name>Nur Syuhada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893353280524225365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RUHykLhTmUE/TdIvd3d5OVI/AAAAAAAABCs/Nl2W-KK_vmk/s220/makbul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047331353274120422.post-8175501523325909234</id><published>2011-07-12T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:29:37.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid #AAAAAA 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #AAAAAA .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 2.0pt 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;h2 style="border: none; margin-bottom: 7.2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid #AAAAAA .75pt; mso-line-height-alt: 14.25pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 2.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.5pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Psychological conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.5pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ablutophobia" title="Ablutophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Ablutophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrophobia" title="Acrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Acrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, Altophobia – fear of heights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agoraphobia" title="Agoraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Agoraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agoraphobia_Without_History_of_Panic_Disorder" title="Agoraphobia Without History of Panic Disorder"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Agoraphobia without History of Panic Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of places or events where escape is impossible or when help is unavailable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acousticophobia" title="Acousticophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Acousticophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;/phonophobia- fear of sound and voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agraphobia" title="Agraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Agraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of sexual abuse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aichmophobia" title="Aichmophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Aichmophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of sharp or pointed objects (such as a needle or knife).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agyrophobia" title="Agyrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Agyrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of crossing roads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Androphobia" title="Androphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Androphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of men.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropophobia" title="Anthropophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Anthropophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of people or being in a company, a form of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_anxiety_disorder" title="Social anxiety disorder"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;social phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthophobia" title="Anthophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Anthophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of flowers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aquaphobia" title="Aquaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Aquaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of water. Distinct from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrophobia" title="Hydrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Hydrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, a scientific property that makes chemicals averse to interaction with water, as well as an archaic name for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabies" title="Rabies"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;rabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arachnophobia" title="Arachnophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of spiders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astraphobia" title="Astraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Astraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;- fear of thunder and lightning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atychiphobia" title="Atychiphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Atychiphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of failure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autophobia" title="Autophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Autophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of loneliness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_of_flying" title="Fear of flying"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Aviophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, Aviatophobia – fear of flying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacillophobia" title="Bacillophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Bacillophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, Bacteriophobia, Microbiophobia – fear of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microbe" title="Microbe"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;microbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacteria" title="Bacteria"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;bacteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood-injection-injury_type_phobia" title="Blood-injection-injury type phobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Blood-injection-injury type phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DSM-IV" title="DSM-IV"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;DSM-IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;subtype of specific phobias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiroptophobia" title="Chiroptophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Chiroptophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- fear of bats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cibophobia" title="Cibophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Cibophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitophobia" title="Sitophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Sitophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– aversion to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food" title="Food"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, synonymous to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anorexia_nervosa" title="Anorexia nervosa"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Anorexia nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claustrophobia" title="Claustrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Claustrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of having no escape and being closed in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coulrophobia" title="Coulrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Coulrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clown" title="Clown"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(not restricted to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_clown" title="Evil clown"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;evil clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decidophobia" title="Decidophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Decidophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– fear of making decisions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odontophobia" title="Odontophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Odontophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, Dentophobia, Odontophobia – fear of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dentist" title="Dentist"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;dentists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and dental procedures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disposophobia" title="Disposophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Disposophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;, better known as "compulsive hoarding" – the fear of getting rid of or losing things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 1.2pt; margin-left: 19.2pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;§&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysmorphophobia" title="Dysmorphophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&gt;Dysmorphophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"&g
