<?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-4480283516206898593</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:13:58.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenn</title><subtitle type='html'>Family,Friends And Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-348309547675884463</id><published>2010-06-07T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:34:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My heart is beating faster as usual whenever I go online, knowing that you have a chance of seeing my email. What reaction would you give? Is half a year sounds timely enough for you already? I'm obviously hoping for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I really do hope I could have a reply from you, in the end, I'm just following my feelings, it might hurts you but it is something I know I have to do, cause you are still everywhere to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I really had to thank Phebe for that night, she is really someone to count on. All along I thought of her as like some nerdy head, but she knows more about me compare to myself. She knows my feelings for you is substantial, and I have been spending half of the year searching my heart back, never know that all along it never sways or moves an inch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Weird thoughts starting to come up from my mind, thinking of there is a slight possibility you happen to not checking your mailbox, or your eyes may play a trick or twits on you. I chose to believe that you actually saw it and you obviously needs time to think through it. I don't mind waiting on, as long you give me a reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I walk past to the place where I used to wait for public transport today, there was the time when we are like bubble and gum. The waiting pole is still there, but obviously things are very much different already. We can be two different entity living in a small world but fails to intersect, I wonder such things would crossed your mind once in a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do you still remember those times when we were really enjoying ourselves? To me, I thought of it all the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-348309547675884463?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/348309547675884463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=348309547675884463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/348309547675884463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/348309547675884463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/everywhere.html' title='Everywhere'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-2830124313197807662</id><published>2010-05-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:06:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been ages since I last typed a word here. I guess this blog is long deserted right now, even by its owner. That serves the purpose of this post, cause I absolutely don't want anybody to read what I will penned later on. I know it's kinda weird for me to say this, but this is my story. I authored it, and I will be my own reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been a long time since I really studied. Its kinda like an excuse for me to blog right now, because I'm suppose to squeeze all my brain cells right now. Yeah, blogging a while won't hurts right, Kenneth Cheng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Let's see, what happenned since the last time I blogged. Fall out with you, got on with collegemates, saw Alonso, watched iron man 2, went Hong Kong? I just realised those are the little things I wanna shared with you, but lets make my blog as a communication mechanism for both you and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's weird that its almost half a year we didn't talk, but every motion or notion that you utter still linger in my heart, strongly and persistently. I don't know what this weird feeling is? It's more like I missed your presence besides me, I missed those times when I will be your listening ear endlessly. When I would just sneak downstairs just to call you, speak softly so that I won't woke my aunt up. We humans are like these right? We only truly miss someone and appreciates that person's worth, only if we lose her/him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Changing the world is always my dream, did I told you about it? I still think that this world is propelling, but its not the ideal world I want my future generation to live in. You might be laughing at me right now, talking about changing the world, where you can't even change the person around you. I might not know how to do it right now, but I think I will figure it out soon or later. I'm still learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Right now, those haunting memories came back to me. You said I was a different person to you, I was fake, I was always interrupting people's problem, I was always choosing sides. To be honest, I tried changing, and may you be the judge of that. I still remember I posed you a question, will our friendship continues, you told me to give you some time. Is half a year enough already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I know, sometimes maybe a simple text will do. like a How are you? How you doing? Truth is that I just can't bring myself to you at the moment, but I never give up on our friendship. Your facebook page is always a place I look on to, I was real happy you are propelling too. I'm glad, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hardship may comes, but always remember you have your family to depend on. If your family happens to fail you, you could always count your friend. Your life was blessed with sooo many good friends, so cherished them. Nah, its crap to say all this old man shit, I know you will. You know, Kenneth is still Kenneth.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;On a brighter note, I like this girl right now. I always wanted you to know her, but too bad I only had feelings for her after we two fall out. She is a nice, pretty, sweet, loving, kind one. I bet given a chance, a whole new situation. You two would be good friends, and guess what she's from KL. I still remembered you are asking me why can't I just like girls in KL. That reminds me of old time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;While I was typing, the times we shared together just kept flashing in my mind. Sometimes, I would just look at your pictures and laugh like shit, simple grin, or the usual small laugh. I really missed you as a friend, it hurts that the method right now is the only way reaching out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enough of those whining, gonna get some sleep soon. I felt so relaxed right now, its like we had just talked. hahaha, still thanks and sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-2830124313197807662?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2830124313197807662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=2830124313197807662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2830124313197807662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2830124313197807662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck in the moment'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6294281704471521540</id><published>2009-12-28T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:36:07.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I wonder what LCL stands for all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Why you need to share your very own existance with beings that are different with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So,you could just have absolute knowledge on what the person besides you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I prefer thoughts that I created exist within my boundary only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so I can remain what they truly think about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Wouldn't it be a better place to live in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Where people would decieved by their own fictionalised fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It reminds me of a song,Beautiful World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I kinda understand why some people prefer to be instrumented right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It disposes of those sadness,along with what you been hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&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/4480283516206898593-6294281704471521540?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6294281704471521540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6294281704471521540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6294281704471521540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6294281704471521540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/hikari.html' title='Hikari'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7089827959690716824</id><published>2009-12-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:10:53.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Conquers All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoYvJ4uvf80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoYvJ4uvf80&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forever You My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forever You My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th of December 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The story continues on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-7089827959690716824?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7089827959690716824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7089827959690716824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7089827959690716824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7089827959690716824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-conquers-all.html' title='Love Conquers All'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-2861032845915373466</id><published>2009-12-04T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:45:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Life is easy now,but still there is something that hinders me all along.Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People change do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ever since the day my mum gives birth to me,people kept changing to adapt to the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Why would you conform,when you have the limitless potential to change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-2861032845915373466?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2861032845915373466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=2861032845915373466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2861032845915373466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2861032845915373466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-easy-nowbut-still-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7885569789914357361</id><published>2009-11-29T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:15:09.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know I'm doing the right thing this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But,right now my blog is the only listening ear I could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorry for making you felt that way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I absolutely have no ideas I could hurt that precious heart of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take care,guess we won't be seeing each other for a while,and for the time being,I will miss  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-7885569789914357361?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7885569789914357361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7885569789914357361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7885569789914357361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7885569789914357361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5820735481375937410</id><published>2009-11-24T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:35:23.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss That I Never Wanna Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Life is all about giving out.The Wedding Dress still keeps playing in my head like crap.Something like paying tax,it's unavoidable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Felt the urge to update my blog,but I'm deprived of inspiration currently.Trying to gain some sleep,but think that is such a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Watching the video countless of times,but never failed to get bored with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Juggling my phone with both hands,figuring is it the right time to text you,at the same time worrying about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Looking at the countless people that kept passing by each day,wondering would I met you accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Driving the same path over and over again,but never failed to discover new enlightenment within it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note,going back to ipoh this thursday,but loved ones are having exams.Shuckks&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/4480283516206898593-5820735481375937410?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5820735481375937410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5820735481375937410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5820735481375937410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5820735481375937410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss-that-i-never-wanna-miss.html' title='A Kiss That I Never Wanna Miss'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3095993585778424677</id><published>2009-11-21T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:35:25.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress Plus A Bit Of Let Me Hear Your Voice,Mixtape Volume Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;     I miss you,honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3095993585778424677?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3095993585778424677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3095993585778424677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3095993585778424677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3095993585778424677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-dress-plus-bit-of-let-me-hear.html' title='Wedding Dress Plus A Bit Of Let Me Hear Your Voice,Mixtape Volume Miss You'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1530079521964478568</id><published>2009-11-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:38:56.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause You Should Be My Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-dRSeatF4U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-dRSeatF4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Wedding Dress-Taeyang(Big Bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I would argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Then you would cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As you are struggling,I would only get stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My heart aches behind these shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My face brightens up as I see your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm worry that you might noti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ce my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;which you already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I get scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;that the gap between us would widen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I hold my breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;bite my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Throwing away my phone doesn't help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;cause it's the only way I could connect to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Once the music ends,you would be with him forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I prayed and prayed that this day wouldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The wedding dress you once wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The wedding dress you once wore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;14th of November 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The story continues on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4480283516206898593-1530079521964478568?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1530079521964478568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1530079521964478568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1530079521964478568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1530079521964478568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-dress-taeyangbig-bang.html' title='Cause You Should Be My Lady'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8972299013888249160</id><published>2009-11-03T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:34:21.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Barely Holding Onto You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SvBYwgJ3pjI/AAAAAAAAARU/jNYp1bMeG_E/s1600-h/The_Time_Traveler%2527s_Wife_film_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399913543505520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SvBYwgJ3pjI/AAAAAAAAARU/jNYp1bMeG_E/s400/The_Time_Traveler%2527s_Wife_film_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's hard being left behind.I waited for Henry,not knowing where he is,wondering if he's okay.It's hard to be the one who stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know it's hard to wait,cause you might need to wait a lot more longer compare to people around you.But that's exactly what set you apart from others.The imperishable joy of seeing that plus one.That truly defines what true love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enjoy the movie,it is relevant to everyone.Hate it or not,in some point of our life,we have to choose between moving on or waiting upon.What really differs between it lays on the mind of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As Clare has waited her whole life,her determination breathe in new hope to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/4480283516206898593-8972299013888249160?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8972299013888249160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SvBYwgJ3pjI/AAAAAAAAARU/jNYp1bMeG_E/s72-c/The_Time_Traveler%2527s_Wife_film_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8558869185040646326</id><published>2009-11-01T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:07:58.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Falling Into History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Currently listening to Falling Into History-Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I always believe words and songs are the best way to change people lives.I write endlessly,to see people around have a shot in his life,rather than conforming to the social standards.I wanted those I cared to be different,to be a positive examplatory figure which everyone would find joy in knowing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I serenade,to witness the joy of others.The satisfaction manifests through their smile is a mesmerizer to my heart.What matters the most is the intention of the singer.As long as they see joy in the eyes of their spectators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I never thought this could really happen,I have to agreed time has a way of passing by.People always leave,that's why there are heartbreaks visible everywhere you go.Maybe you are still in love with him,but the fact of not comprehending each other well enough serves as a barrier between you two.He cares about you more than his own life,it is a drawback for you.Being confined by love,you felt that it is a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The hand of him tried to reach you desperately,but all he sees is your shadow.It's not the undoing of you nor him,but the sin of being felt divided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People are struggling,so do I.A small degree of hope could turn into love.Maybe that's why you two fell in love.But now,he is falling into history.Phone calls can solve nothing,begging in front of you seem meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Till a point,where people forget about the existence of your love.Pictures are the only best proof that you two indeed shared a bond together.That is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When the guitar is being strummed beside me,Lavigne's vocal swirling around my ears,saying that "Im define,confined by love."Sadness starting to give birth to itself again.I'm quite a emotional person,and I always relate stuffs to myself,blame me for that.To think again,being a loser in love sounds fair enough,eventualy you don't really have to take a risk or chance,fearing that you will lose that plus one of yours.I should feel more content about myself,please with what I'm having already.Rather than taking a risk without knowing its consequences,because a fading image of yours from my sight is the last thing I would want to witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note,I was hooked up by this song Falling Into History-Avril Lavigne.It really do describes how everyone should feel after a major collision of hearts,and somehow I found it quite relevant to people around me.Sometimes,letting go is a mean for bringing you back,and time is always the solution to something that seemingly insoluble.Each times I listen to it,it seems there is a different meaning being conveyed in my mind from this crazy beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's this particular verse I'm quite fond of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I never thought that I'd say,that I don't really miss you.I lived,I breathed your breath through me.Time has a way of passing by,until I don't remember why or how to hurt for you.Love's pain has gone somewhere,and I'm finally leaving it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes,I think I'm a bit busybody,involving myself into your ordeal.You have the absolute right to feel mad about it,this I can't take away from you.I'm sorry,I failed to outlook your status,and I'm being too objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I thought about a person now,somehow.I told you,my ambition is always to take pictures of you all,post it on my blog,and make it to a song,but think I still have a long way to go.Right?S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A world where people I care about are happy,sadness ceased to exist in them.It's a tough path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-8558869185040646326?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8558869185040646326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8558869185040646326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8558869185040646326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8558869185040646326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is-falling-into-history.html' title='She Is Falling Into History'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7495196974816636798</id><published>2009-10-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:02:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Precious Thing You Have Given Is You,Yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If I can't see you, if I can't be with you.Don't you dare start getting lenient with your thoughts,because this heart belongs to you and only you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just something I thought of while I'm driving home,yess I tend to be more poetic and emotional when I'm alone.That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes,you think of those memories you composed of so far.It is what makes you who you are.Though people will always leave,but things that we did together,went through before.The thought of missing or reminiscing is the utmost love you can offer to that one person.Though you two may break apart,but the memories are substantial,it may not have a tangible form,but its clear to you both it really did happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes it takes a while,or it may takes forever,but this is life.If only you could define your love towards that one person,and I told myself I'm always willing to walk that distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hopped to that loser prom king's blog,and I happened to find out,despite all these self-acclaimed growth.I'm still very much behind him.He is always someone I wanted to be,admire the most,and a big brother to me.He is always that mountain I need to climb,but it seems that there is always a distance between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I felt satisfied,because there is always a perfect person I could sing or boast about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks again,loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im gonna hit off with one of his famous quote,that very much goes relevant to what I feel now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love And Time Are The Best You Can Give Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It feels strange sometimes,even a more than a year old post never failed to inspire me.May it inspire you stalkers in making every decisive decision in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myromanticawakening.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;www.myromanticawakening.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/4480283516206898593-7495196974816636798?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7495196974816636798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7495196974816636798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7495196974816636798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7495196974816636798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-precious-thing-you-have-given-is.html' title='The Most Precious Thing You Have Given Is You,Yourself.'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8823462005776105290</id><published>2009-10-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:28:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The World You Maybe The One Person,But To KC You Are The World To Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Much has happened these few days,especially the one hell of a night we had on saturday.That was probably one of those highlights.I love it when my boys are smiling,cause when they are happy,even how down and sad deep inside of me,there will be a shed of light that was created out of nothing to brightens my day up.I always wanted to witness a miracle,and that came in the form of them.Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People are so busy with themselves.You wake up knowing that your whole day is tight,school,work,leisure,sports,reading.Thus,we failed to keep sight on those things that are truly important.Family,friends,love.When there is time to meet each other,that two hours couldn't even compesate the days you all didnt see each other.A dinner wouldn't patched back everything.A simple phone call can't have the same effect as meeting face to face.Despite all these,we continue to be selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Masking yourself to the person you fond of doesn't make it sound so nice,because it's a deception.Your loved one is living a lie,and what goes around comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm glad I'm free of all those pressure,that is so intense till I see people breakeven from it.I'm still the me that tries to fake my way in,cram every loves one in my tiny lens,be the best of both worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I felt that sometimes people around me compelled to do somethng which I don't like it.I felt like being all my best friend's wedding photographer(for free),and continue to capture smiles and dreams to strangers,and travel around the world,to meet people I'm not destined to meet,and learn Latin dance too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And after everything,capture everything in words form and published it into a book.A book that can change at least a single soul towards his/her perspective of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But,I being born into a chinese family,and being the only son doesn't always get what I want.You gotta study for the sake of studying,earn big bucks and live your life like how your parents live it in front of your eyes.Tragically,that's like the mentality of chinese and possibly the synopsis of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tired of elders being conservative and the so called keeping your child safe in your hands.Sometimes you gotta live out your life,suffer the mistakes you have done or did,and accept the consequence of your actions.That's the true way of growing up.A simple desire of wanted to feel free and live with those I really care seems like an eternity road for me,speaking from a person who embraces the price of freedom.They are retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The more I grow,the more I learn from them,the more I think your actions are unacceptable.Till a point,you are forcing me to become a replica of you.I have to live a life that constantly remind of myself who I truly are.A reckless,carefree and concern friends KC.That's me,have a problem with that,cancel me,but don't paste yourself on me.A life that you lived is the last thing I wanna see in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;They think their method of educating is the only way,but they failed in seeing their own child's eyes,which wanted something that is not cliche as love.Materialistic love is a fucked up way to make up with your own child.Love is accepting what your child is,and ready to compromise in whatsoever situation,not using cane strategies,and insulting them till they have to be just like you in order to have a stand in this world.Your child is not just another barbie doll of yours when you used to play when you are young,they can choose to move their right hands if you ordered to move their left.This is life,live it out or kill yourself,not everything goes in your way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This post is not meant for my parents,cause they are too nice and good to be criticize.Though they have their own flaws,I will learn to deal with it,as how they had compromised my ever-lasting flaws.This is true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My friends may seem insignificant to you,a path which you want me to avoid walking,I replied with a smile could you please get off from my life.Those are the people I want to protect and love forever.Do not ever intervene in my life till a point I will hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Right now,all that matters is my old man,lovely 49 years old beauty,and my ever-lasting IPOH friends.They are the pillar of my life,and they lived inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;By the way,I'm still waiting that day I will truly embrace the meaning of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397301563126386450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SucRLO_PDxI/AAAAAAAAARM/YRD8SXFYHmQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I may left out most of my good friends,but you know who you are,and believe it or not that you all are as important as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-world-you-maybe-one-personbut-to-kc.html' title='To The World You Maybe The One Person,But To KC You Are The World To Him.'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SucRLO_PDxI/AAAAAAAAARM/YRD8SXFYHmQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-2507462894874030818</id><published>2009-10-19T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:29:30.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go Is A Means Of Bringing You Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wowooooowowowowow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tuesday-Malaysian Studies' Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wednesday-Moral Studies' Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saturday-Finally,My Boys Are Graduating.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eventful week I would said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note,taylors' dudes are having their A2 soon.The sky will be angry wtih me if I don't ever wish them luck,or do they need any these external aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lik,Sophia,Jun Xian,Daniel Ho and Jic Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All the best in your exams man,fork them like how you play life,and remember to surprise me after ya exam in HELP.I will act surprise though.God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now my turn to make things right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fudge you Economics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fornicate Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gonna make my effort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fornicate Law,&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/4480283516206898593-2507462894874030818?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2507462894874030818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=2507462894874030818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2507462894874030818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2507462894874030818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-go-is-means-of-bringing-you.html' title='Letting Go Is A Means Of Bringing You Back'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5466426123617470020</id><published>2009-10-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:53:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Person That I Don't See Often</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Honestly,I'm envy of you,but most of all I'm truely glad that you are doing fine.Maybe it's because of everything I want to become is resided inside that magnificent personality of yours,and it manifests through that unbelievable charisma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you dude,you cheered me up,even without saying it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Your presence already had given me a clue how should I proceed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Whenever I got screwed by love,I would thought of how amazing you two are perserving the standards of love.You gave me a glimpse of hope,hope of loving someone without boundaries.I felt sick you know,trying to do my best to cheer everybody up.Maybe I should retired a while,and refocus on something else,and for once,to be selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You are one of the reasons why I never regretted going home-schooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks,loser.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393626050035701170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/StoCUNur1bI/AAAAAAAAARE/mxfSnHcKdlk/s400/IMG_7376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-5466426123617470020?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5466426123617470020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5466426123617470020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5466426123617470020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5466426123617470020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-person-that-i-dont-see-often.html' title='To A Person That I Don&apos;t See Often'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/StoCUNur1bI/AAAAAAAAARE/mxfSnHcKdlk/s72-c/IMG_7376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-730702472188686941</id><published>2009-10-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:35:44.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As much as I hate to acknowledge it,you are already everywhere.&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/4480283516206898593-730702472188686941?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/730702472188686941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=730702472188686941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/730702472188686941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/730702472188686941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/nazo.html' title='Nazo'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4100223506079146838</id><published>2009-10-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:02:07.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Rose Blooms In My Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;With every stike of lightning ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Comes a memory that lasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Not a word is left unspoken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As the thunder starts to crash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe I should give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Standing out in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Need to know if it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Cause I would leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Knowing that I'll never hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Like I did before the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Before The Storm-Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The last and only thing I could do now is to dedicate a song that is relevant to what you are going through now.&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/4480283516206898593-4100223506079146838?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4100223506079146838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4100223506079146838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4100223506079146838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4100223506079146838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/dead-rose-blooms-in-my-backyard.html' title='Dead Rose Blooms In My Backyard'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1275737743218020848</id><published>2009-10-10T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:34:51.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines,Vines And Trying Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You felt great sometimes,for doing something stupid,just to make the plus one grin a little bit,it doesnt matter if it's just a split-second smile.As long as it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People are stuck in this reality,wrapped in a space full of other people.People constantly trying to cheer each other up,just so they know.in the end theres is still somebody beside you that cares for your existance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt; What if God gives you another chance to live out your life again.Would you become what you should become,or repeat your life again to justify what you had lived is the way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;There's so many things I wanna get it right,but somehow I had failed to get even one correct.There are lines,vines and trying times for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-1275737743218020848?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7740151074297327125</id><published>2009-10-08T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:56:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The price of freedom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's like a limitless sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You may have reached it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But gravity compels you back to gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess I really should buck up now,after another tormenting lecturing by my aunt.Its painful because it is so relevant and compatible,that I was left speechless to counter back what she utters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;AS,you wanna piece of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Then,I just dance to the rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Study hard,collect the As,and price of freedom is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Sounds easy,right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;KC,guarantee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/4480283516206898593-7740151074297327125?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7740151074297327125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7740151074297327125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7740151074297327125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7740151074297327125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/price-of-freedom.html' title='Price Of Freedom'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8477543741886685644</id><published>2009-10-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:00:05.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash And Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Thesedays I'm just nt myself,tried hard to study for the sake of studying.It's not working,I felt sick sitting in front with my notes and just prefer to be alone,a place where I can see no one,and where I could feel free to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be more than willing to sleep through all days,go all out on a journey,step the pedal as hard as my hood could sustain,and be freed from the restriction.A place where I could call home,where worn out jeans are everywhere,and CDs are all over my desk,and pictures of my dear ones are all around me.To be precise,I want my own personal place.I felt that people around me are edging me out,till a point they compel me till a point where I have no space to breathe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went college,different people that I met everyday.I felt that all my principles are being put on a test.Talking about to do whatever that floats my boat,I'm more like comprising myself to be compatible with different individual's stance.I'm tired of life actually,I wished someone that fully comprehend me could just poped up right now,and we will talk till day never meets night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird sometimes.Nowadays,people are so used to the word LOVE,as they can get on to relationship with anyone in anywhere at anytime and end it like a swift.Do you really mean it when you utter those 3 special words to that angel of yours at that time,or it is sudden infatuation that force you to it.Adding on to that,or are you just afraid of being alone,and you need some company and that so called "angel" of yours just happened to be in the right place at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the divine meaning of love,and people should appreciate in this ever changing world,they are able to find someone they truly love and being love in reply.That is the one and only reason why people should be together.Instead people find grounds to escape from love,they tend to blame and hurt others,it doesnt even matter if she/he is the one you loved before.When it comes to this kind of situation,you side with yourself more than your supposingly other half,to be in love is to be selfless towards each other.I can't said that you are selfish,which almost everybody is practicing now,but you are just idiotic in KC's eyes.Your failure to prevent tears rolling out from your loved one eyes,the excruciating pain that she/he has to endure just to reveice your one text that only worth a single penny,the irresistable desire to talk to you when you are just beside him/her,and with that cold heart you possesed,replied him/her with that obnoxious face of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those days when you were so much in love with her,you would go as far to a point that you are willing to sacrifice everything for her,just that she could dance with you gracefully on the dancefloor named LOVE.God never gives up people who don't gives up,in the end,you finally got what you crave the most,which is her love to you.I bet you must be feeling on top of the world right at that time,the indescripable joy you possessed which failed to contained inside that little heart of yours,I bet my tears will come out when I get the chance to witness it.Those are the tears of joy,from a guy who thinks like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were good times in your relationship,but sadly bad times overweighed it.You did everything you could,but she is too difficult to compromise,and situation all around you obviously was not on your side.Yes,you gave up what you wanted the most.You chose to run away from that dancefloor,a dancefloor where obviously has its potential to grow.You ran without a single explaination,nor a single world,which left spectators like us very much in question and discretion.She was left alone on that dancefloor.A dancefloor where both of you had the best times of your life.I can see she is acting,trying to be cheerful.But its an act which fails to do its job.Deep in her heart,she felt lonely,truth is that,shes wants you back on the dancefloor and contunue the flow of the story between she and you.She is still dancing hard on the dancefloor,trying to win your heart back just like what you did to win hers last time.Its a dance so beautiful and mesmerizing,but as she sway that ever dazzling body of hers,tears continue to be visible around her.As nice as the move can be,its a depressing dance.A sight which all of us are not enjoying.Tears flowing out as I was watching her.Those are tears of sadness,where I couldn't protect those that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are attached,&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;It's about finding someone who makes you the best person you could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are heartbroken,&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go,&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends and me who are afraid to confess,&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you breakup with someone.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.&lt;br /&gt;But love hurts the most when the person you know has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are still holding on,&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked most of my friends who making me become who am I now.You all made my life propel to another level and Im glad that we can become good friends,and I hoped that we will continue our journey for as long time can counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8477543741886685644?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8477543741886685644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8477543741886685644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8477543741886685644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8477543741886685644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash And Burn'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-928972700285131107</id><published>2009-09-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:20:34.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was lying on the bed trying to get some sleep before I had this sudden ephiphany to blog.I felt like I could write until the sun come out from my sight.Well,let's hope it won't end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The night sure doesn't goes well for me,with all the happenings lately.Somehow,I know I'm closer to the truth.A truth that is too hard to believe,and yet I choose to pursue it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was drunk at that time,so as everyone else,in this devil town.My eyes was half closed,and yet I see her standing,still around,hanging with her old shoes.I was relieved,to have finally see her face,but there was a slight sadness in her ever cheerful face.It was further exaggerate within my sight.Without hesitation,I stood up and tried to reach my hands to her.She replied me with a clueless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;look.That look was horrifying till I pull back my half-streched arm.I noticed something,she never lose sight on those old shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was hanging around till I saw L walked past me.He is the man,such confidence exhibit by him.He was holding S.S was the heart of L.They were perfect for each other and I see greatness in them.Just like L utters,deep in their heart,they know they are always meant for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Cherish you two forever.SL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Make love out of nothing,cause life is too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-928972700285131107?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/928972700285131107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=928972700285131107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/928972700285131107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/928972700285131107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-around.html' title='Still Around'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6756822747467441537</id><published>2009-09-24T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:24:30.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqV5R7q6NNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqV5R7q6NNo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I absolutely adore this song,and Tarzan and Hercules is always my favourite all time classic Disney movie.Enjoy your day,folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Sometime,you just need to turn back time till when you are young,when there are no rain in the sky,rainbow is 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-6756822747467441537?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6756822747467441537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6756822747467441537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6756822747467441537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6756822747467441537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-worlds.html' title='Two Worlds'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7151158503866533881</id><published>2009-09-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:20:41.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I realized that in life you can't always get what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;That's why they have songs like Meet You Halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe there some stages of life that you have to succumb and give up something in order to attain something far greater that you are craving now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;There were always some grounds for me to dig,especially in you.LOL,I sound so gross.Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Still,I spend my time thinking thinking thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-7151158503866533881?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7151158503866533881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7151158503866533881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7151158503866533881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7151158503866533881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-realized-that-in-life-you-cant-always.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8896837836424068068</id><published>2009-09-23T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T04:23:39.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm trying to erase your scent now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm trying to forget your touch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why did you have to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't believe it,in the end it have to come to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm trying to find my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm trying to meet my friends now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You obviously lied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And like a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I always thought that it was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you please take away all the memories you have made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will take them and burn it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2NE1-In The Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I think I'm really falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I can't stand this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I should have just told you when we were on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Would you offer me a chance to make my life better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-8896837836424068068?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8896837836424068068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8896837836424068068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8896837836424068068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8896837836424068068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/foolish-love.html' title='Foolish Love'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-180181143846356897</id><published>2009-09-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:40:15.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was mad with the connection in KL.With this inteference,I was unable to share the pictures from my best day to my fellow stalkers,and I just realized it had been a long time since I last blogged,prolly my life is a bit dull,I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I admit I was distracted for a moment,with all the happenings and doings of my heart.Going back to ipoh with little to cheer on.But all these confusion ends within a second,when I saw you all having fun.The scene was mesmerizing,and the looks you all had upon me,it was jubilanting.As if you all are expecting me a long time.My heart was softened.Without hesitation,I went on wishing the two birthday boys.A simple thanks from them cured my heart instantly.At that split second,I thought it was like my own birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It was suppose to be a surprise birthday party for them,but it came like a thunder to my heart even though I saw it coming.I can't hide my joy but to manifest it through laughters and appreciation.I tried hard to talk to everyone,but it seems that time gave me less than I had prayed for yet the satisfaction from my heart is immeasurable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Firstly,it was a thought from my mind,but yik and peeps made it a plan.In the end,YW and Bing propelled it to an act.Cluedos to you all for making my best day of life came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I had a excellent father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I had a wonderful mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Sadly,life gave me no siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yet,It was always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;With a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And,Happy 18th Birthday To Two Of My Best Bros,Daniel Ho and Teck Nan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383597174271402386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SrZhG0I-YZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oljbT4V5Q48/s400/_MG_6242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;~Friend Is A Person With Whom I May Be Sincere. Before Him I May Think Aloud~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Btw,details and pictures of the party is located in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leannewen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.leannewen.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-180181143846356897?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/180181143846356897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=180181143846356897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/180181143846356897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/180181143846356897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-day.html' title='The Best Day.'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SrZhG0I-YZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oljbT4V5Q48/s72-c/_MG_6242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1330999092308012</id><published>2009-09-08T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:21:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me Coming Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIH1vif5NgU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIH1vif5NgU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She is like an angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe it's true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4480283516206898593-1330999092308012?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1330999092308012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1330999092308012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1330999092308012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1330999092308012'/><link 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style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't really get it thesedays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe its me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Gosh,blame it on the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe one bad thing about holidays is that it makes you ponder on meaningless stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Still,I spend my time just fucking phunking thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;All the days I'm really missing missing missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-4374661248602986231?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4374661248602986231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4374661248602986231' title='1 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You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I had this so called the most challenging task in my life of A-levels so far.Yea,the freaking mock exam of law,and to be honest I can't remember a single thing I studied just now.It only furthers demotivate me to depart from those mountain-like notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well,maybe I give it a rest for today,still I have two more days left to redeem myself before the actual D-day arrives,but,tomorrow is LAN day and I have to stay till 7.Nah,screwed it laaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Going back ipoh next week with the three weeks holiday,but still clueless with the freak exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well,time to Big Bang I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;B-I-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-8885883559296539839?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8885883559296539839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8885883559296539839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8885883559296539839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8885883559296539839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-after-you.html' title='Life After You'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6427167808832808871</id><published>2009-07-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:05:32.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chua Chong Aun Is So Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Not gonna blog about the craziest saturday I just had in my life so far.But,still there are always grounds remain for me to search,and I found two important perspective that could quite change the way I'm dealing with both friendship and love.To my surprise,the views are derived from two important quotes that I picked up from two good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I went in to the shop and found lots of stuffs to buy for you,but when I saw what I'm holding now at that point of time,I told myself,this is the present I'm getting for you,and it is the reason I'm not eating rice in the following month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Ah Fee to Bobo(the gift is actually a gold medal for best friend in life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly what kept us from holding us together is trust,having faith and honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Bobo to yours truly in regards on how to maintain and build a strong relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well,we maybe having tough choices to make,but that's life right?Today,you all taught me how to love friends with no regrets,and I owed you all for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea,last but not least.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to our beloved Bobo&lt;/span&gt;.May what you planned for go right on your course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-6427167808832808871?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6427167808832808871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6427167808832808871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6427167808832808871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6427167808832808871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/chua-chong-aun-is-so-handsome.html' title='Chua Chong Aun Is So Handsome'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8301556902630457481</id><published>2009-07-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:01:34.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obssesed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why you so obssesed with me?Boy,I wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's because in your simplicity,I find everything that I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Boy,why you so obssesed with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your eyes that make me gaze,your lips that make me swayed.&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;Take me away from all this,&lt;br /&gt;I would continue to miss you,even though I know it doesn't even floats my boat.&lt;br /&gt;which contradict my way of living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-8301556902630457481?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8301556902630457481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8301556902630457481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8301556902630457481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8301556902630457481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/obssesed.html' title='Obssesed'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8852861824243908951</id><published>2009-07-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:36:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But,She Is At The Borderline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I find that most of the time,I'm saying things that contradict with my personality.&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I always claim that I'm a straightforward person,but truth is that I have been hiding everything in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I told my peep I'm on the halfway,but reality is that I haven't even journey myself yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I told people faint heart never won fair lady,look who's talking now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;But as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I would cross the bridge,just you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I would fly to sky,for you and I&lt;/span&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Nah,fuck off Kenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;All crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8852861824243908951?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8852861824243908951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8852861824243908951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8852861824243908951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8852861824243908951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/butshe-is-at-borderline.html' title='But,She Is At The Borderline'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3577730638732683813</id><published>2009-07-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:33:13.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Meeting Her Halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Big Boy's Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Sln_ipgxs1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ThrG3cCBq4s/s1600-h/rotf_leader_jetfire-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Sln_ipgxs1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ThrG3cCBq4s/s400/rotf_leader_jetfire-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357594202457879378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Jetfire Leader Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SloAButuEUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UOx6O6aWEuU/s1600-h/voyager_class_ironhide_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SloAButuEUI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UOx6O6aWEuU/s400/voyager_class_ironhide_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357594736430289218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ironhide Voyager Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;These two are my most sought after merchandise thesedays,I lost out a chance to pick up for myself the ironhide the other day.A regret that is still traumatizing me.Hopefully,this weekend i will be able to collect these two freaking sexy figures in time,and Human Alliance Sideswipe.haha.I can't afford to miss that too.&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to life,HELP is the real deal to study.I felt that after going into college.I'm propelling both academically and spiritually.All thanks to bunch of good peeps I know in there.I just wanna said thank you to ya all,you cheered me up,make me got out from the past and most importantly, we have fun together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3577730638732683813?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3577730638732683813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3577730638732683813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3577730638732683813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3577730638732683813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-meeting-her-halfway.html' title='I&apos;m Meeting Her Halfway'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Sln_ipgxs1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ThrG3cCBq4s/s72-c/rotf_leader_jetfire-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7544183746927054610</id><published>2009-07-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:33:05.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me Halfway Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SlVje00TKLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/N435ldlCOc0/s1600-h/Theendofficial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SlVje00TKLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/N435ldlCOc0/s400/Theendofficial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356296713052301490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I spent my time just funking fucking thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day yes, I'm really losing gazing missing' you&lt;br /&gt;And all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, whats up, it use to be just me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say,can you meet me halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Meet Me Halfway-Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anybody care for a late birthday present for me,this album will works perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-7544183746927054610?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7544183746927054610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7544183746927054610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7544183746927054610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7544183746927054610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-halfway-beautiful.html' title='Meet Me Halfway Beautiful'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SlVje00TKLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/N435ldlCOc0/s72-c/Theendofficial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1211216822340486453</id><published>2009-07-02T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:19:14.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nothing brings me down,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like zero gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The world just disappears when you're here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's zero gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When things get messed up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You lift my head up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in the clouds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense of time with you and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's zero gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Its beautiful when I'm with you,I wish those times would have last forever.Crashing the skies with you,in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Zero Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-1211216822340486453?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1211216822340486453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1211216822340486453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1211216822340486453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1211216822340486453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-me.html' title='You Got Me'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-9106806139092761979</id><published>2009-06-27T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:13:34.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Rain Sends My Last Words To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Kind Of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It's Time That I RealizeThat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;There Are Some With No Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Not A Nickel To Loan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Could It Be Really Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Pretending That They're Not Alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&gt;Man In The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm staring the man in the mirror,telling him that you should change the way you think,to make this world a better place.There are people dying outside,a change in him can heal the world,for him and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Everyday I Sit And Ask Myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;How Did Love Slip Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Something Whispers In My Ears And Says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;That You Are Not Alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I Am Here With You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&gt;You Are Not Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I saw shadows of people,walking past me.Each with endless to speak about.Someone is left stranded at the left corner,carrying its Nike bag with one hand.He seems searching for someone,so that he could find someone to relate to.He has faith people are not meant to be alone.I walked past him slowly,praying and hoping that his faith will be rewarded in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Now I believe in miracles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;And A Miracle Has Happened Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But,If You're Thinking About My Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It Dont Matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;If You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Black Or W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Black Or White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;United we stand,divided we fell.My old man used to tell me that,we may have different religions,different languages,different coloured skin,but we all belong to one human race.The people of the earth is one big family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;From love to dance,then till saving earth.You have done a lot for our generations despite the allegations you have endure.I still think that the good side of yours always outweighs the contrary side of yours.A passing of an icon is sad,but your influence and spirit will always stayed upon the entertainment industry forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Rest In Peace,MJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/4480283516206898593-9106806139092761979?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9106806139092761979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=9106806139092761979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/9106806139092761979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/9106806139092761979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-and-white.html' title='Slow Rain Sends My Last Words To You'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-812130204734919947</id><published>2009-06-26T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:24:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Collides With Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SkWMvKP4-vI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MEdK56tRhf4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351838474032446194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SkWMvKP4-vI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MEdK56tRhf4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;She's not eight foot four,but with seducing blond hair on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Singer,Actress,Songwriter and now second-turned rapper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;What more can we expect from this lovely lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Totally in love with her,if only she ever comes to M'sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-812130204734919947?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/812130204734919947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=812130204734919947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/812130204734919947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/812130204734919947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasy-collides-with-reality.html' title='Fantasy Collides With Reality'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SkWMvKP4-vI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MEdK56tRhf4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5223734913615041036</id><published>2009-06-21T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:40:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song For No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This is a post dedicate to someone I care&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People are fragile,but it is not tangible.We are divide to feel for each other,care for each other,to make him or her feel that we are actually bonded in a way our eyes failed to gaze.Family is important to us,Friend that always be with us.However,it take one special person to rob away all those you care about.You feel like the world has failed you,with just moments to live on.You are totally discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You felt that you lose it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It seems that you already say never to him,but in truth you could never say never.You tried to hold a smile theseday,a smile so hard that I could feel it here.Still,I fake it with you.Consenting it will lead to something special.Regardless of it,our attempt came undone because of who we are.We are entity of feelings,which make you fell so deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;When the story ends,he will be written as someone that hold dear in your life.That's your call.The same damn problem you have been bothering with,I will eradicate all of them for your sake.For your joy is the first thing I would wanna protect,and your sorrow is the last I would wanna speak of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Picture you are the queen of everything,a world under your command.As far your eyes can see,it seem that you are nothing without him.Love comes more than that,it can build you thoroughly,or destroy you in a split second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It takes a moment to fall in love,but there is more that meets the eyes.Your sight would failed you,cause you to see what you want to envision.Whereas,heart wouldn't go astray.Follow your heart my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was driving when I got your text.My heart was dampened by it.After all that you told me,I start to take up the pieces and try to fix it.Maybe its a process,a procedure to discover who you really are.My good ol' friend used to told me why we have only one heart,whereas we have two legs,two hands,two eyes and two ears.The other heart was given to someone else,for us to find it,and merge it back to our very own heart.I thought it was super lame at that time,until I can't stop laughing,but that's what I thought of when you told me those things.Maybe he is the one that your other heart is not belong to,that's why its difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I know you hate this one,but this is where the story ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;-The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;You are constantly falling in and out of love,take care of yourself my dear.I could write as much as possible,but all it take is for your heart to be submissive upon my word.Be strong,I know you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&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/4480283516206898593-5223734913615041036?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5223734913615041036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5223734913615041036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5223734913615041036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5223734913615041036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-song-for-no-one.html' title='Love Song For No One'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4757492479902468964</id><published>2009-06-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:52:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Better Off Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you, this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Did you think that it was somethin I was gonna do and cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Don't try to tell me what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Dont try to tell me what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You're better off that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Don't think that your charm and the fact that your arm is now around my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Will get you in my pants I'll have to kick your ass and make you never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm gonna ask you to stop, thought I liked you a lot, but I'm really upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Get out of my head and get off of my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Did I not tell you that I'm not like that boy, the one who, throws it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This guilty trip would not harm me cause I have done no wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't Tell Me-Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song suits our scenario PERFECTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were once my best damn thing,but where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-4757492479902468964?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4757492479902468964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4757492479902468964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4757492479902468964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4757492479902468964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-better-off-yourself_12.html' title='You Are Better Off Yourself'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1189661484915125951</id><published>2009-06-12T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:53:07.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a unpublished post,which I'm still figuring whether I should post it.Maybe it's time to have a change,truth is that we can never be the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If Lik was here,to crack some jokes in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If Nan was here,to tell me all the gossips and Ipoh happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If San was here,to cheer me up whether I'm in good mood or bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;They are all in Ipoh now and I missed all of them.Nah,I made my decision,and it stands firm from the moment I made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-1189661484915125951?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1189661484915125951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1189661484915125951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1189661484915125951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1189661484915125951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7964448585145596481</id><published>2009-06-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:53:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Transformer's frenzy is back again,this time it hits me even harder.I felt like spending all my money solely on Megatron And Optimus Prime.Well,If I ever cashed in those sexy toys.I would be eating honey stars in college until August.So yea,my conscience prevented me from getting those figures.Still,it's a decision I regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;       Thesedays,I found it hard to find someone that has the same interest with me,except Lik.For example,collecting Transformer's figures.Before I know him,I thought I was the only one who is still toying and craving with figures and models.People tend to develop a kind of mentality that toys are meant for kids.Well,I would conclude them as conservative.Lucas said I have weird interest,whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;  I need cash or to be more precise I need an OPTIMUS PRIME or MEGATRON captain class figures,with a level 4 transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,don't get me Bumblebee and Fallen,I owned it already.(This statement is reserved to mum and dad,if they ever visit my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Feels Like Nobody Ever Knew Me,Until You Knew Me,&lt;br /&gt;It Feels Like Nobody Ever Love Me,Until You Love Me,&lt;br /&gt;It Feels Like Nobody Ever Touch Me,Until You Touch Me,&lt;br /&gt;Baby,There's Nobody,Until You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until You-Shayne Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-7964448585145596481?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7964448585145596481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7964448585145596481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7964448585145596481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7964448585145596481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-you.html' title='Until You'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-856973671558487944</id><published>2009-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:28:45.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monochrome World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Its the truth if I say you are my eternal lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;everything in the past is like never fading aways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Never knew that love could come and go just like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;waiting for you day and night in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Summer flow in the night, take a flight and glow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That's forever love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Only you are missing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the world is so colourless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The depth of the damage is beyond definition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;those lips of the day are still warm in my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But even if I'm keep remembering them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm at loss at what I supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Star,Light............Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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/4480283516206898593-856973671558487944?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/856973671558487944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=856973671558487944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/856973671558487944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/856973671558487944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/monochrome-world.html' title='Monochrome World'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5987425749046869031</id><published>2009-06-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:02:37.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Can't Sees The Smiles I'm Faking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting,screaming and kissing in the rain,and that's the way I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why do I have these strange feelings of falling in love again,the emptiness of missing someone,the sorrow of not seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to comprehend all that,perharps love already put its hand on my shoulder,again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she only ever sees me as a different person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  I stoned at my table for a moment,with my worn out jeans,a staint of Baskin Robins is still stuck there.Resting my head on my palm,trying to recap what had happenned these past few months.Immediately,my attention was distracted by swaying flowers beside the door.When was the day I used to appreciate these tiny little things that always succeed in cheering me up.I started to think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-5987425749046869031?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3400189594232703052</id><published>2009-05-27T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:51:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant keep on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;feeling the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I cant keep on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hiding my heart from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I gotta say something before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone else comes through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I cant keep on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                               Loving you, from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't Keep On Loving You(From A Distance)-Elliott Yamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There is more than just waiting for you,my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &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/4480283516206898593-3400189594232703052?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3400189594232703052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3400189594232703052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3400189594232703052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3400189594232703052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fight-for-love.html' title='Fight For Love'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-837829261554125574</id><published>2009-05-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:52:36.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Girl I'm Looking For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yea btw,nice weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye,long hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-837829261554125574?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/837829261554125574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=837829261554125574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/837829261554125574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/837829261554125574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-girl-im-looking-for.html' title='Just The Girl I&apos;m Looking For'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-832000054236432651</id><published>2009-05-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:20:06.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance On My Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was surprised that actually I have weird taste for JPop back then.Hah.Those silly old days of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway,Screw you ELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fudge you,Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fornicate you,Case Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Something to cheer on,I had decided to go back to Ipoh next week to do some soul-searching,anyone feel like catching up John Connor with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh Baby,Inside The Raging Wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Flame Of Truth Is Flaring Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While It's Ok To Become Free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You Are Still Inside The Cage Of Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyday Inside That Cage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Just Want To Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Inside That Division,&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyday Inside That Revolution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Just Want To Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Everyday Inside That Chaos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Just Want To Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just A little bit of yours truly enigmatic state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&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/4480283516206898593-832000054236432651?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/832000054236432651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=832000054236432651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/832000054236432651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/832000054236432651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-dance-on-my-bed.html' title='Slow Dance On My Bed'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3285236507134453457</id><published>2009-05-18T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:07:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Close For Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,I need a break after all the recent shits that happened to me,the worst part is I could only find comfort from that one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He was that kind of man who determine to lose it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She was the girl that keeps knocking on her heaven's door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was the fella who is mesmerize by her enchanted beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;People may have lose a sense of holding up something that is vital to them,whereas letting go is a kind of act we as human always practices.It is much easier to letting go rather than holding up something that exceed your shoulder could carry on.Maybe there is still a dim chance you could cross the finishing line,but we as human sometimes lose a kind of ability to have faith.We failed to grasp on belief that once make us so strong.We blackslided from it,we might even go as far as cursing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I always lose something,till a point I felt like giving up.There comes a time I got so used to upset I started to think maybe life is fucked up after all,we are created out of randomness,eventually every single matter living on this planet will go back to randomness.Life made me so hard till a point I started to doubt my very own existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But we are divided to share something of supernatural,bonds that could make us stand by ourself,God that makes us so strong in our life.I never lost faith once before,I always believe the God that created me will eventually lead me back to him,where I meet my ends.I was once eluded from You,but I'm glad for my family and friends that got me back up.Faith is believing something without seeing it,and I considered it as a gift from heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;People may have failed you,but God would never will.I got it from a very good friend of mine,and it would be my maxim forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We maybe having tough choices to make,but most importantly is to follow your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-3285236507134453457?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3285236507134453457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3285236507134453457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3285236507134453457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3285236507134453457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-close-for-comfort.html' title='Too Close For Comfort'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7247213340468955227</id><published>2009-05-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:11:05.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Only See Light From Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When Darkness Turns To Light,It Ends Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everything will just be fine my dear,I promise I will create that light again for you,even it takes a million steps to reach it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-7247213340468955227?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7247213340468955227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7247213340468955227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Favorite Alternative Band-The All American Reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Rock Band-Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band Of All Time-Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Male Singer-Ne-yo,Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Female Singer-Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Brand-Topman,Pull And Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hang Out Spot-Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place-E-Tiara..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song Of The Moment-Crazier By Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food-Cyber Chicken,Nando's 1/2 Chicken With 2 sidelines,Nasi Kandar Dengan Gua Ikan Masin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Man-Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Woman-Jennifer Anniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Friend-All Of Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Subject-Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Musical Instruments-Saxophone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Cousin-One And Only Lucas Foong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Villain-Sylar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor-Denzel Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actress-Scarlet Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie-Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Book-The Miracle Worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport-Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sportmen-Rafael Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Colour-Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season-Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A post to know more about the person you stalk always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Like Spock always says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Live Long And Prosper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-2678195083515086233?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2678195083515086233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=2678195083515086233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2678195083515086233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/2678195083515086233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-long-and-prosper.html' title='Live Long And Prosper'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8044228922583522457</id><published>2009-05-05T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:15:17.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God separates us as separate entities,is for us to feel love,pain,sorrow,joy.We may be hurt in any ways you could describe of.Pain of losing the one you love forever,sorrow of the person you admire drifted from your palm.You maybe feeling what I am feeling right now,lonely and despodent,you feel unmotivated in every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you wish you just have the courage to realize your crazy dreams,you should have tell your parents how much you love them before it's too late,how you wish you have the nerve to tell the girl next door you like her since the day you saw her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes when love knocks you down,just get back up,and have faith again.It's not the doing of love that caused you this state.People you once loved and cared may break you down,but God and love would never fail you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Miss Independent may be not so independent after all,the promises she made unto you might turned out to be a buy out clause for her.Mr right is not Mr Perfect,they can't always be the perfect boyfriend you girls ever wanted.Predicament and ordeal are a manifestation from God and love to show you that she or he is not the right person after all,you must well just break it and patiently wait till God bless you another well deserved love of your own human being,or this is just a break between you and your loved one,you two still have not what it takes to blend it the pressure of this ever-changing world.Break it now to live a better future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Honestly,I just wrote something I don't fully comprehend.Maybe I'm one of you all,hurt and stressed,desperately need a remedy to get things rock on again,but I never lose sight of thing that I truly believed in,a world with love everywhere,is a much better place to live in,but people just get smarter and cunning and start to twist and divert it till it lose it's meaning and purpose that it intend to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nevertheless have faith in God and love,to those who suffer heart breaks,don't give up on love,instead let go of your own mistakes and start living a better life..&lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometime love comes around and it knocks you down,just get back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Happy life,guys..Never lose sight on God and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A big thanks to all the friends who stay through my shit and stuffs,I can proudly announce to you all that I'm real FINE now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-8044228922583522457?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8044228922583522457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8044228922583522457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8044228922583522457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8044228922583522457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-you-down.html' title='Knock You Down'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1668437432214403938</id><published>2009-05-02T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:58:45.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still hook on to the song Crazier by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still hate the ever changing weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still feel kinda sleepy even though I just had a nap for three hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still think that I should have spend more time in Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still hopes that I can meet up SL before my college starts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still can't figure out the perfect solutions for my C1 paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still have my mock exam in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still figuring how to spend my money,wisely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And the worst is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I still miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gawd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Give me a revelation or something similar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Btw,Wolverine kicks ass=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-1668437432214403938?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1668437432214403938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1668437432214403938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1668437432214403938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1668437432214403938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still.html' title='I Still'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8044853771967534054</id><published>2009-04-30T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:19:40.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you lift my feet off the ground you spin me around&lt;br /&gt;you make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;feels like I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;and I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you make me crazier crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crazier&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fell in love with this song while I'm accompanying my baby cousin watching Hannah Montannah.It's awesome,could I have another chance in front of love again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-8044853771967534054?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8044853771967534054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8044853771967534054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8044853771967534054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8044853771967534054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazier.html' title='Crazier'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5821703511393276508</id><published>2009-04-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:36:20.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck It,Or Lose It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why do fine girls have screwed up boyfriends,with weird style,weird hair,ugly face and of course a big butt.Oh well,this is the one of the fucked up rules in this transacting world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Like Lyk always utters,Life is like this,fuck it or lose it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A new revelation for my pro-19 life,present sure doesn't come any better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-5821703511393276508?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5821703511393276508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5821703511393276508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5821703511393276508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5821703511393276508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-itor-lose-it.html' title='Fuck It,Or Lose It'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7039261064213126925</id><published>2009-04-18T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:33:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie And Clyde 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kiss Me Thru The Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I'm in gym,I serenade it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When I'm eating,I listen to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't even concentrate on my work because of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't even let myself to sleep,until I had enough of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It has been a long time since I get so addicted to a particular.Well,since JT's My Love,I guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Maybe,I'm lonely,or it might be my phone lost its function,and it came in a song form to remind me..Who cares,it just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who's the Bonnie,when you are willing to be the Clyde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-7039261064213126925?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7039261064213126925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7039261064213126925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7039261064213126925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7039261064213126925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonnie-and-clyde-09.html' title='Bonnie And Clyde 09&apos;'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3572894146051237797</id><published>2009-04-17T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:21:43.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard On Blue Nights,Farewell In The Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening-My Heart Will Go On(Instrumental)-Kenny G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10 days before I become 19,I composed a list of presents I would like to have for that wonderful day.Good news is that my dad and mum would be giving me cash to shop till I drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehEHyrwBqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Pp5Z3FQQhmI/s1600-h/blueSneaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehEHyrwBqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Pp5Z3FQQhmI/s400/blueSneaks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325581460020659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My first choice would be a brand new sneakers,throughout this month,I developed a liking towards sneakers.You are not qualified to become a teenager if you don't at least own one pair of sneak.Color wise,I would prefer purple,sky blue or yellow..I know,weird taste,but that's me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehFUE4i3FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sFPvnJDWXK0/s1600-h/red+delicious+men+large.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehFUE4i3FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sFPvnJDWXK0/s400/red+delicious+men+large.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325582770576219218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was adoration at first sight,when I have my eyes on these pretty little object.DKNY red delicious is just the one you need wherever you are.If it wasn't my new MP3,I would have possessed it that day in Mid Valley..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehIKkWy1hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CqDz8ZwHP4o/s1600-h/Topman+twill+skinny+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehIKkWy1hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CqDz8ZwHP4o/s400/Topman+twill+skinny+jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325585905760785938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yea yea,I know the critics,but who cares.Topman is still the one and only brand I'm willing to drown with.It does come better and better with this pair of skinny grey.As I previously stated,I missed it out on Student Lock-In,but I'm not gonna let things slip from my plam for a second time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That's about it,I still have a lot of stuffs I wanna get for my birthday,like a Mini Copper Model,Armani Exchange Slippers,Topman Jumper,Pull And Bear Tee,Graffiti Tee and the list goes on and on..I gonna go check out for a while,darn tired from the usual college routine.Luckily,I have my sunday with my family back again.Enjoy stalkers,and have a nice weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-3572894146051237797?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3572894146051237797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3572894146051237797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3572894146051237797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3572894146051237797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/postcard-on-blue-nightsfarewell-in.html' title='Postcard On Blue Nights,Farewell In The Autumn'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SehEHyrwBqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Pp5Z3FQQhmI/s72-c/blueSneaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4995038527886247382</id><published>2009-04-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:19:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Sd9uA0J5RaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w9cCag4ZqtQ/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Sd9uA0J5RaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w9cCag4ZqtQ/s400/DSC00083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094244854416802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I looked damn fine in that grey skinny I tried it on Topman,but after some soul searching,I decided to go against my liking.Well,to be more accurate,I'm in the midst of my worst financial meltdown.What the world is happening now,happens to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That's about it though.Topman Student Lock-In is fun,but it was depressing seeing people taking away my grey skinny and purchased it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-4995038527886247382?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4995038527886247382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4995038527886247382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4995038527886247382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Own Life In............Technicolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talked about heartbreaks when there's a fall in relationship.One heart gets the freedom and joy they longed for,and the other one was left with a broken heart to mend and wound to lick.What defines a true relationship or a feeling that you have for a particular person.I don't know any single of that.I thought I caught the glimpse of it in my process of growing up,but reality just compels me to unlearn everything and I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's the standard in love,a feeling that comes out of nowhere,or the fulfillment of seeing the one you care repay you with love,I don't know any of that before this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel the wild wind blowing now,a demon toying with my heart.I felt betrayed when she utters those that I'm afraid,words are like a knife,sentences are like a spear,but I'm pinned down pragmatically to accept it as a fact.The fault to accept it reluctantly and obeying it soundlessly is the biggest mistake I ever conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After all,I have very bad eyesight,that goes to what I envision too.I thought I saw light and grace in your eyes,but it turned out the other way round.Maybe my judgment was clouded,or my conscience itself created something out of blank,to allow me to see what I wanted from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is a harsh and violent world,where people settles for second best,but they don't realize with just enough of determination and tenacity,they would ultimately at the threshold of their dreams.I always put it as a proverbs,a maxim of my life.In the end,I fell victim to my own ideology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If gravity is what makes us stand,then love is what makes us live.Love between families,between friends,between lovers,they are the potion of our life.I failed to comprehend you are not the one and only remedy I could have in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our life is like a clip,a motion picture.The world is a big stage where we are free to perform and be what we intend to be.For a moment my life is monotonous,a stage where I can find no one else.The tree I usually see after school,the path I need to walk back home,it never changes.You came from nowhere and gave me colors,the tone I very much needed for the rest of my life.Yes,you came and bless me with all that,but I had mistaken you as someone more than a friend.I treated you like an individual I would cherished forever,but life is too long to decide who you should be in my life,that caused us to fall apart.As I stated,there's still very much things I don't discern,but all I know is that I have to move on both for your good and mine.I admit I'm greedy and selfish,I don't feel like letting you slipped from my palm and just wished that I could stuck with you forever,but the love I had for you is far greater than that.It's my one and only wish to see you live freely and happily like a bird in the big blue sky.Having knowledge of that,I always felt that my presence in your life is more like a distraction and burden,I came in a form of demon to divert you.Nevertheless,I have confidence I can restore it,and there will come a time where we can sit down together beside a swaying tree,under the reflection of moonlight,and truly enjoy the very essence of our friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until this very moment,I still love you as much as I do,but your stance in my heart has slowly yet surely turned into an entity what in this world called friends.My life is always surrounding you,what would be the day when I truly let go of the one that gave me the color of my life..Until that day comes...Thanks,Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this very moment,I still love you,but your stance in my heart has slowly yet surely alter into an entity we called in this world as best friend.May you find love in your life,and I'm more than happy to see you grow both in our friendship and your life,Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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In............Technicolor'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1052564997514740421</id><published>2009-03-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:26:32.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Scz9YBjC8XI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gqt3j2PvbwI/s1600-h/IMG_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Scz9YBjC8XI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gqt3j2PvbwI/s400/IMG_4490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317903849191829874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Typical Lucas Foong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Make Sure Thing Won't Let You Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ohh yea,I will be back with my college life update....Stay Tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-1052564997514740421?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1052564997514740421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1052564997514740421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1052564997514740421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1052564997514740421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/typical-lucas-foong-make-sure-thing.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/Scz9YBjC8XI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gqt3j2PvbwI/s72-c/IMG_4490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1532983517927546018</id><published>2009-03-23T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:06:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsUNVyfET4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsUNVyfET4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday,Emily Soon Wai Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;May You Have The Bestest Birthday Celebration At All Time This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This Song Is Dedicate To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24/7,You Are Everlasting Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24/7,Heaven Let's Go&lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;May I have the privilege to celebrate with you every birthday of yours..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Birthday'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4743485359925649461</id><published>2009-03-15T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:55:23.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Take A Touch To Take Me,And A Kiss To Seal It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  My Joy for the victory of Liverpool is clouded by the fact I'm facing a dilemma,that bothers me the whole day.I admit I'm not that kind of guy who gets angry easily,but what I find in all my mum's advice is patronizing and OFF I went,Bang Bang Bang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  I did not mean what I utter just now,it's all from the act of rush and anger.I'm just being pissed because the bond we share and care does not help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-4743485359925649461?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4743485359925649461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4743485359925649461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4743485359925649461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt; The miracle of meeting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt; In a city where we both grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt; We walked a path through the hills hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;And made an unforgettable promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the city where I failed to grasp hold of you&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight is the only farewell gift you left me&lt;br /&gt;Can't return to when things were fine&lt;br /&gt;In this very same place, just like on that day&lt;br /&gt;With my face strewn with tears, I waited for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If I had not leave my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Things won't turn out the way they are now&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't need any more promises,&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You are so easy to love&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you--this time, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-4276297302617327285?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4276297302617327285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4276297302617327285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4276297302617327285'/><link 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153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I searched all places where I could hide from my sorrow and agony,but this is the only place I could indulge myself into.If you wanna break it,be one with it.I'm gonna end it once and for all with this post.I'm sick of doing all those waiting stuff,is like waiting a star on my balcony to drop in front of me.People always teased and laughed about me,I reply with a smile acknowledging that they never know what love is,but in the end I'm the one who truly don't comprehend the word LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You leave me where only wounds to lick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  Maybe we are............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  So goodnight,goodnight.May everything works out for you just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-1180468815446777217?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1180468815446777217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1180468815446777217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1180468815446777217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1180468815446777217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-aint-worth-it.html' title='Its Ain&apos;t Worth It'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1333890958013341476</id><published>2009-03-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:34:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is On Its Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SbaHZdbY5WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h5r38BVRp9I/s1600-h/_MG_5181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SbaHZdbY5WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h5r38BVRp9I/s400/_MG_5181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311581681996064098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hold on another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause love is on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll find it's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause love is on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Its alright you'll find a brighter day cause love is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ILY,MUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dedicate to the most beautiful and prominent figure in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-1333890958013341476?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1333890958013341476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1333890958013341476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1333890958013341476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1333890958013341476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is-on-its-way.html' title='Love Is On Its Way'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SbaHZdbY5WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h5r38BVRp9I/s72-c/_MG_5181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8420699358442513208</id><published>2009-03-03T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:54:24.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BANG IS DA BOMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Currently listening to-Big Bang-Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;[GD] 2008, we’re back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; (woo) it’s all about you sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; it’s so hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; to get a lil something like this y’all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; let’s go BIG BANG second round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; why are you being so shy, don’t be afraid and come closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; you’re wonderful (you make me crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; i can feel something special from you, tell me (what it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; you’re wonderful (talk to me baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [SR/DS] sometimes it’s hard, feel tired, fight occasionally, feel hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [YB] but know this, believe that you are the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; you’re wonderful (you’re so amazing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [GD] ma ma girl yo love you are a home-run, you’re out of this world (strike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; don’t be sad, don’t be afraid, leave everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; i will be next to you always [YB] (i will protect you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; i will fill your side you’re my my my my girl i’ll be your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [TOP] i will protect your happiness and sadness, i will only deliver warmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; i am a strong mazinger who is always next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; people are jealous of us, maybe that is making you more afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; don’t worry about it now, you just need to think cool i don’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; (T/N: mazinger is a japanese robot. silly GD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [SR] (if you are alone) if you are same as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [YB] (if you want) i will be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [SR] (if this night feels long) if you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [YB] don’t hesitate and come to me i need you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [TOP] yo yo honey honey have some confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; why are you being furtive like a fool; why do you become so small like others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; don’t be shy about light skinship on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; girl you are different, you know i want you, so i am more attracted (to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [GD] i scream on the rooftop, i draw you so the night sky can be filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; my heart beats again from the thought of you, a song reminding me of you locks me in a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; high high not too fast high high not too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; high high we so fly alright nothing can be better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [SR] (if you are alone) if you are same as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [DS] (if you want) i will be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [SR] (if this night feels long) if you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; [DS] don’t hesitate and come to be i need you right now baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; you &amp;amp; me everybody to the top go go, you &amp;amp; me everyone follow go go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; you &amp;amp; me everybody go go go, you’re wonderful (big bang bïg bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't resist my temptation but to post this song up,because it is so brilliant in much ways,as well it resonates my current state..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Baby,maybe you are thinking it is impossible for the both of us to be together,but always have faith in me,I will always make you fly,high and of course the happiest girl in the world.I'm still waiting for the day that you will finally have that special feeling towards me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;It took one look and forever you are held inside of me,one smile then I died only to be revived by you.And to find myself coming back to you,my one and only one and only you&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-8420699358442513208?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4707611410387610673</id><published>2009-02-26T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:42:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reason to be happy for today,Summer Gan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SaZi2JpKu8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C0P5LEIp6P4/s1600-h/newsmlmmd.e45a1e4c843e995e913b92f9dfd7f647.311b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SaZi2JpKu8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C0P5LEIp6P4/s400/newsmlmmd.e45a1e4c843e995e913b92f9dfd7f647.311b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307037893343755202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I guess the picture tells it all,Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SaZjaU7RRKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/87akSHxW9aE/s1600-h/211161_94_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SaZjaU7RRKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/87akSHxW9aE/s400/211161_94_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307038514847761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Even the support of our world number one and newly crowned Australian Open champion is not enough for Madrid to snatch a win from Liverpool..Sorry,Rafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-4707611410387610673?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4707611410387610673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4707611410387610673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1921620416031049395</id><published>2009-02-23T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:42:30.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was tagged by dear Summer Gan two days ago to do this happy tag.I was supposed to write something happened on that day that makes me happy.Well I was kinda busy the previous two days,as I was preparing for my college intake.Let's just hope Summer won't get mad at me for cramming three days of happy stuff into one post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 1-21/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that particular make my day is that I get to spend my lunch with Daniel in this Korean restaurant.We spent big on this meal,but at least we really got our stomach filled up.The food is easily one of the best Korean food I ever tasted in KL.It's near Taylor's college,just beside MCD.We had fun in there and I met a new friend name Neo,cool name huh?After the meal,I just stayed at Daniel's place a bit,then went back home to have dinner with Uncle Patrick.I'm happy the fact I get to spend some precious time with Daniel and Uncle Patrick..That particularly sums up my saturday act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-22/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up real late,and had a farewell lunch with Uncle Patrick's family.They are finally calling their asia trip to an end,and flying back to UK.I miss their jokes and humorous acts,especially when the elders are fighting among themselves whether who should paid the bill..This happened at least for five days in a row.I and Lucas are amused by it.After that,stayed at home and watch Stephen Chow's movie.I had non stop laughter when it comes to his movie.After all,he was made that way to entertain us..I was happy when I'm watching his movie.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-23/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happens because is a weekday.I'm happy because it is officially one month before my college life starts and HER birthday.College intake and 'special someone' birthday on the same date..Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-1921620416031049395?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1072653456587389274</id><published>2009-02-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:54:03.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SZrXWHMu5DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cSwg2P_ugKs/s1600-h/_MG_5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SZrXWHMu5DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cSwg2P_ugKs/s400/_MG_5057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788286071727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Someone's finally dancing inside his very own song now.Anyway,thank you for staying with me all the time when I'm having my lowest moment of my life.You truly deserved to be with someone you love..Take care,Dan Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-1072653456587389274?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1072653456587389274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1072653456587389274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1072653456587389274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1072653456587389274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance-inside.html' title='Dance Inside'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SZrXWHMu5DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cSwg2P_ugKs/s72-c/_MG_5057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-447596571224954590</id><published>2009-02-17T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:24:07.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Flowers sway in the wind as if dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;So that the rain moistens the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Even though this world is alive, coming closer together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why do people hurt each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why do partings come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Even if you go far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;You’re still always right in the middle of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;While they remain completely buried by that kind smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Even if I feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;In fragments of you that I held, because we’re still connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I believe that we can meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’m waiting for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I love you, I trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want you to share your loneliness with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I love you, I trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Even in light, even in darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Because we’re together, we’re able to believe in each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;No, please don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm back,with a brand new spanking look.Firstly first,current addiction Trust You-Yuna Ito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Stay tuned for updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-447596571224954590?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/447596571224954590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=447596571224954590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/447596571224954590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/447596571224954590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-you.html' title='Trust You'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6264106178536745448</id><published>2008-11-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:18:17.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Even Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I promise you I will be fine,just a little bit longer.....&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Days Without Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&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/4480283516206898593-6264106178536745448?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6264106178536745448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6264106178536745448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6264106178536745448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6264106178536745448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-dont-even-know.html' title='You Don&apos;t Even Know'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3573133548320479311</id><published>2008-11-17T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:13:55.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;While I was driving to work,I heard our song.The song that intrigues my heart with such a permanent effect.The more I think about you,the more guilt will be built upon my heart.Sometimes,I felt like a time bomb.I need someone that truly understands my situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I know the love is difficult,but is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;How can I move one while I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;when the song is saying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Dad says' keep away from Juliet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; I think it is an implication showing that despite the difficulties,we will still be together.Do we have what it takes to make it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After all,I don't just want to be with you at our eighteens,I wanna stay in love with you till our eighties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I may seem playful,a guy who is not any better than your ex.I hide so many things from you,but what I pen now is all from the heart.May you catch the glimpse of it,but love me for someone who can't even open the door and pave a way for the girl he loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I would always be with you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3573133548320479311?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3573133548320479311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3573133548320479311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;  I was in a stoned mood,lying on the bed when you told me our relationship is an issue that was dealt long time ago-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a shocked mood when you appear in front of me,you come to here just to witness my graduation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for saying something that I can't take it back,sorry for letting your soft fragile heart got disturbed by my foolish act and sorry for everything th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;at I did to hurt the dearest girl I ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the world to me,seeing you today just comforts me,but I know deep in my soul,we were segregated by an invisible wall.Though pictures can move us as close as possible,but still I felt a distance between you and me that is beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,I never been so sure of myself like tonight,I never have a state of mind that is so clear like now.I know those messages that popped up to you is not mere words,nor mere sentences.It contain something that is of real and substantial.I like you since the first day I ever saw you,and it never change even I moved to KL to further my studies,even until the day I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;You are the last person that I ever gonna hurt,but I saw sadness in your eyes today,Obviously,you are disturbed by the conversation we had yesterday,I hate myself for being the one to make you feel uncomfortable,so much of promises that I would be by your side always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one I don't wanna lose now,but if the path hurts you in the process,I would give up everything in order to extinguish the sadness of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now,I still can't believe I would hurt you by saying something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; that honest and stuck in my heart for a long time.I would lie to you rather than telling you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was talking to Daniel in the car after the graduation,digesting everything that happened so speedily.I realized I was so stubborn with you,and I should be satisfied the fact we are bestsies for life.I admit to Daniel that the lust of your love is the main reas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;on and never take into account that what you really want,I fail as somebody that really likes you and cares about what you feel.I dropped some tears that had been long gone.I was holding onto a hairband tightly I found in my car and my tears dropped onto it.Before I could finish talking with Daniel,I realize that the hairband is all wet now.Seeing the fact that the hairband contains my tears,I tight into a wrist-band like and put it on.I told Daniel what happen today is something I would never forget in my life.I was being brought to a point where I get to taste the fullest extent of joy,and I was being pulled back into reality by my self-conscious and knowing the truth always hurts.This wristband shall be a resemblance of my love towards she.The wristband would never be without my right hand until the day where I finally met my destined one, This also serves as a reminder to never hurt the one I loved with the purpose of fulflling my own greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is truly dedicate to you,and I would always be the one by your side just like you be by my side when I'm having one of my bestest nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Some people try to hand me money, they don't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I know it makes no sense but what else can I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; How can I move on when I'm still in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Cuase If one day you wake up and find your missing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; So I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Policeman says, "son you can't stay here" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I said, "there's someone I'm waiting for If it's a day, a month, a year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; So I'm not moving, I'm not moving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Maybe i'll get famous as the man who can't be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; And you'll come running to the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; cuase you'll know it's just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Im the man who can't be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Chorus 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBfZ0JO2aI/AAAAAAAAANw/taOtFXBaAFM/s1600-h/IMG_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBfZ0JO2aI/AAAAAAAAANw/taOtFXBaAFM/s400/IMG_3116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269316461122214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-I'm sorry,Emily.If only we could break all the boundaries.I will be the man who can't be moved just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8404641047763762635?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8404641047763762635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBfZ0JO2aI/AAAAAAAAANw/taOtFXBaAFM/s72-c/IMG_3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6844408224126024182</id><published>2008-11-16T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:37:40.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All People Want Is Someone To Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBJ4PrXhOI/AAAAAAAAANo/o0TOXOcWT6s/s1600-h/IMG_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBJ4PrXhOI/AAAAAAAAANo/o0TOXOcWT6s/s400/IMG_3103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269292794653410530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Four People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Four Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Four Mindsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;One Bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thanks guys,ya all the best.All the way from Ipoh just add on to that already brilliant night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-Seeing you two kinda together again,makes me feel better.If ever anything happen to you two,I don't mind doing it again.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-Jokes aside,I hope you two will really appreciate each other no matter how long distance you two are gonna venture into..Good luck.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-6844408224126024182?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6844408224126024182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6844408224126024182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6844408224126024182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6844408224126024182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-people-want-is-someone-to-listen.html' title='All People Want Is Someone To Listen'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBJ4PrXhOI/AAAAAAAAANo/o0TOXOcWT6s/s72-c/IMG_3103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-601927376489888243</id><published>2008-11-16T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:16:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBElk-qcMI/AAAAAAAAANY/VOUU_UicB3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBElk-qcMI/AAAAAAAAANY/VOUU_UicB3Y/s400/IMG_2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286976395833538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Before This Glorious Day Comes To An End,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let Me Dedicate It To &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jocelyn Tiong May Yen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thanks Butts,Happy Sweet Sixteen Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Since You Like Pink That Much).=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBG1fwKDpI/AAAAAAAAANg/eJcXKQFWpXI/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SSBG1fwKDpI/AAAAAAAAANg/eJcXKQFWpXI/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269289448893976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Care My Dear Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-601927376489888243?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/601927376489888243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=601927376489888243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/601927376489888243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To My Dearest Emily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Kimi To Boku To 'Sakura Biyori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm Already Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Baby,I Wanna See You Now...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-8593974584201898784?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1370120934428367082</id><published>2008-11-10T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:04:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenade To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Best Thing About Tonight Is That We Not Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Miss The Time When We Are Shouting At The Idiot Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Miss The Time When We Tease About Nan's Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Miss The Time When We Are Fighting About Which Is The Best Team In EPL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Miss The Time We Spend in 2 in 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I Miss The Time I Share My Secrets To You All Willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;True Friendship Never Comes Twice........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-1370120934428367082?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1370120934428367082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4375788926097004587</id><published>2008-11-05T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:18:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change,We Can Believe In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SRKe6iS4iII/AAAAAAAAAMg/ca5FGpt95mo/s1600-h/obamaflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SRKe6iS4iII/AAAAAAAAAMg/ca5FGpt95mo/s400/obamaflag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445642825140354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;What Can You See From This Man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is many first and stories in this historical election to be told for many generations to come.But,there's this lady that particularly stood out from my mind since I heard the victory speech from our president-elect Barack Obama.Ann Nixon Cooper who was from Atlanta cast her ballot early this week,she is no different from millions of voters lining up in churches or school to make their voice heard in this election.One thing that is different for Ann Nixon Cooper is the fact she is 106 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just born after the abolishment of slavery,the time where cars are not on the road and planes aren't visible in the sky.Women can't even reached out their voice to the power and authority.People are segregrating each other by two simple factors.Our very own skin colours and a grudge towards female.It's in fact a world very much covered in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when there was despair in the dust bowl and The Great Depression is across the land,an emergence of a program named A New Deal by President Franklin D. Roosevelt saved people from poverty.She was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when bombs fell on the Pearl Harbour and kamikaze threathen the world,people around the world is suffering and moaning.A generation of braves saved the world and we saw a victory in democracy.She was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when a wall in Berlin symbolize discrimination and segregation was tore down,and President Ronald Reagan gave a speech that it will remain in history as long as history books exist.She was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when the incident of 9/11 happens,thousands of americans ended the day with tears and despair,their hearts was devastated.We saw a rise of terrorism and a task for us to defeat it.She was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at a time,having witness so many changes the course of world history,she believes that there are still changes in the world and her last wish is to see an African-American become the leader of the oval office,the beacon of America,the President Of The United States,and she got her wish fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have many years of years to come,to able to witness the change that will took place in this world.I have faith the if we people,segragate from cynism and doubt,we would able to stand together and work for that change.When there was a time,blacks are treated as slave,apartheid is being praticed in south africa.It took a freedom fighter from Johannesburgh to fight for their freedom,it took almost his whole year of life to completely defeat the practice of apartheid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that American has spoken,indeed they had spoken out clearly.They need a change,a change that will indeed inherent the dreams from their forefathers and founders.Bound by two wars,constant nuclear crisis with Iran,and the worst ever financial crisis since century.Perharps Obama has a lot to do if he is gonna fix America to the way it was,but he is not alone.The nomination of a black president signifies that the country that was once divided is no more.Democracts,Republicans,Whites,Blacks,Asians,Native American,Woman,Man are all in this together.They are all on this big ark together and make no mistakes you hold the significance on which way will this ark will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln once said that 'We are not enemies by friends,though passion may have strained it must not break the bond of our affection.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously joyful about the outcome of the election and I hope he will have all the supports he need to change the world a better place,after all something just attracts me when I first knew about you 21 months ago,and you have the kind of aura flowing out from you that intrigued me.God and destiny may not brought us together and serve in the same country,but our ideals are the same.The world is quite a hard place to change if you are fighting alone,but God created many of us,so we could work together and continue to fight for what we and God believe is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~President Obama,maybe both of our fate failed to intertwined each other,but not our idealism.Seeing you succeed as a president will probably boost my confidence and give such comfort that I can't find anywhere else.I believe every single promise,speech and word you utter in your rallies,conventions and interviews,and I have unbreakable faith that you will fulfill what had been promised.From the first speech I heard from you through CNN,I believe you are somebody that will help America propel to next level and is inevitable you will become commander-in-chief of the most powerful country in the world.I sincerely pray for your success on recovering the economy of America and may God and the people of America be your center pillar of your life whichever important decision you made in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~From Someone That Is Earning His Right To Become A People-Lawyer Just Like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-4375788926097004587?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4375788926097004587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4375788926097004587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7239789483915365723</id><published>2008-11-03T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:53:09.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts,Last Goodbyes And Restless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQ75Jq2T4EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mhG7e290pj4/s1600-h/a2b540a06893c1435e5b4a21536b0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQ75Jq2T4EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mhG7e290pj4/s400/a2b540a06893c1435e5b4a21536b0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264418958958911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I never though I would screw something that hard till the part there were three broken hearts left to mend.I hurt a friend that is so important to me,till the part I would share anything with him.I hurt a friend which had founded a new love recently,and I crushed it with my merciless hand,and finally I hurt myself by saying what I shouldn't said yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To a friend that is so important to me~&lt;br /&gt;  I never thought my words would have such an impact to you,nevertheless propelling you to reject your first love.I'm glad that you heed my advice,but this is not the best possible ending we three craved for.You should have let your mind be at peace for a couple of days,and seriously think about the conversation we had,and ask yourself why do you like her,why did you do all those stuffs for her and why do you had a bad fall-out with her in the end.Let your mind and God be have the final say in your heart and don't let your tongue got ahead of your mind.Lastly,I just want you to know that you will always be my most important asset in my friendship life,and thanked God for given me this kind of friendship that is incomparable to others.I would stand by your decision no matter how bad you steer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend that her new love was crushed by me~&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sorry,is the only thing I could say to you in these hard times.It maybe a clause that held no meaning to you now,but it is so intense in itself that I had no words at all in my mind now but these word-SORRY.This whole day I've been searching tons and tons of excuses,trying to avoid myself from this ordeal,an excuse that would took me out of this equation,shape me till the fact that I had no part at all in this incident.But,one single reason beats all the excuses that I had thought of this whole day-I initiated the whole ordeal.If someone would asked me now,who should be the responsible party in these bad fall-out.I would make no hesitation and promptly admit my mistakes and regrets.If only I could soften my word,speak rationally instead of putting in a lot of my own personal view yesterday.I could have make the world looks better to you now,but I failed in a way that even I can't forgive myself.I'm sorry,and I promise I would make amends on my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After all,I don't really deserve to love someone or be loved by someone.Right now,I don't even have the thought of revealing the truth to her.This is the most heavy damage I suffered for my own sake.A mistake that may stuck in my heart for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~If only apologizing is simple as a red rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-7239789483915365723?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7239789483915365723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7239789483915365723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3158246339480762092</id><published>2008-10-31T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:09:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvuRKptWyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kH2nn3U5fdM/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvuRKptWyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kH2nn3U5fdM/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263562568197036834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~A Path Of Distraction~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvtjfT7OQI/AAAAAAAAALw/h0WKLsrJqTY/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvtjfT7OQI/AAAAAAAAALw/h0WKLsrJqTY/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263561783468833026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~With Stones And Redemption Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvxLiVcOuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zdACC8Z03y8/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvxLiVcOuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zdACC8Z03y8/s400/IMG_2253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263565770010147554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~When Can I Find My Ray Of Light In The Darkness~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3158246339480762092?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3158246339480762092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3158246339480762092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3158246339480762092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3158246339480762092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQvuRKptWyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kH2nn3U5fdM/s72-c/IMG_1852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5244777259615919114</id><published>2008-10-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:14:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Look Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't Wanna Try-Frankie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsHCCN-IxI/AAAAAAAAALg/7fUhRA8H1II/s1600-h/Jelly_Babies_by_Rob_Ward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsHCCN-IxI/AAAAAAAAALg/7fUhRA8H1II/s400/Jelly_Babies_by_Rob_Ward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308321049158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;'Maybe is because you have everything else,but she's the only thing that you cannot get?That's why you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love aside,I haven't been myself lately until I went out today.I had a great time with my peep,and she's one hell of a comforter.Though,we knew each other for a short while,she seems to know every single details about me and what I trying to convey in our conversation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till the fact that I was made to believe she is a mind reader,GROSS..Maybe the sole reason you were there is to make me better.Thanks partner in crime,by the way you are one of us now homie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluedos to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-The wonder is Hillary Duff is the third sexiest women for 2008.Oh wells,at least they didn't put Miley Cyrus.LOL.Sorrryyyy Deepan..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liverpool finally have their best chance of ending their EPL draught since 1990.Even though is quarter of the season,but I'm real satisfied what Liverpool had done so far already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dad and Mum is finally coming to KL.I wanna have a good ol' beer time with my beloved daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Topman frenzy is still running through my veins,and I'm totally in love with their tight collars.If money grow on trees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My school bag is crushed,yess totally crushed.Anybody have the generosity to buy me a new bag,I saw PULL AND BEAR have good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aww shyt,I want my first Armani Shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Purity ring is just so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What!Buffet for everyone in Hilton Hotel if I ever date for the coming six years.What got into them man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I'm spoilt in Daniel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Awards night is just around the corner,screw that she is not coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 more books to go before I end my high-school life.Pheww,is such a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A-levels in Taylors rocks in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Law is such a hard subject,look what Justin is enduring now.Care for a course change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-High School Musical 3 rocks in Lucas' eyes...Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Obama is so gonna win this election.(FYI,I'm a great supporter of Obama and the democratic party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I felt that I'm putting my 1000D into good use.I'm starting to grow as a rookie photographer.At least one photo of mine got recognized by Zane!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see,is just some random fact of mine.The truth is I'm too tired to write my recent happenings.Forgive me my faithful reader,and if you all have the time to spare,do drop by and chat with Kenneth.Kenneth feels that his chatbox so lonely laa,only Sista-In-Law come and chat with me him only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a last fact before I finish penning,Kenneth newest addiction-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;If You Want Me,&lt;br /&gt;I Must Be Doing Something Right.&lt;br /&gt;I Got Nothing Left To Prove,&lt;br /&gt;And It's All Because Of You.&lt;br /&gt;So If You Need Me,&lt;br /&gt;And Baby I Make You Feel Alive,&lt;br /&gt;I Know I Must Be Doing,&lt;br /&gt;Doing Something Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Baby girl,am I doing something right by telling you how I feel all along.I don't even know whether my love toward you is real or just an infatuation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-5244777259615919114?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5244777259615919114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5244777259615919114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5244777259615919114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5244777259615919114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-you-look-tonight.html' title='The Way You Look Tonight'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsHCCN-IxI/AAAAAAAAALg/7fUhRA8H1II/s72-c/Jelly_Babies_by_Rob_Ward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-4179548983877790770</id><published>2008-10-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:28:55.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQc9C0ya6vI/AAAAAAAAALA/N5C3IFgj4O0/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQc9C0ya6vI/AAAAAAAAALA/N5C3IFgj4O0/s400/IMG_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262241808344869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Can I Have This Dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take a breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pull me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And take one step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Keep your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Locked on mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And let the music be your guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now wont you promise me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That youll never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To keep dancing wherever we go next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Refrain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its like catching lightning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The chances of finding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its one in a million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The chances of feeling the way we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And with every step together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We just keep on getting better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So can I have this dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ill take the lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And every turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will be safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Afraid to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know Ill catch you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even a thousand miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cant keep us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Refrain] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No mountains too high enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oceans too wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because together or not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our dance wont stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let it rain, let it pour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What we have is worth fighting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know that I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That we were meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Refrain] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can I have this dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can I have this dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;The flower and You is as mesmerizing as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-4179548983877790770?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4179548983877790770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=4179548983877790770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4179548983877790770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/4179548983877790770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-my-hand.html' title='Take My Hand'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQc9C0ya6vI/AAAAAAAAALA/N5C3IFgj4O0/s72-c/IMG_1885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8982910164899957565</id><published>2008-10-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:11:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Like The Holy Water,Washing Over Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For some unknown reasons, I just can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you still have feelings with your ex,my heart was devastated.But,there was a&lt;br /&gt;slight happiness in my heart because you are willing to share your ordeal with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be someone that is only just your friend,I wanna stayed by your side forever as&lt;br /&gt;someone you could count on eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the silver linings of my cloud,when will it make its presence felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I could only pray to God our friendship would slowly evolve into an element that everybody around the world cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8982910164899957565?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8982910164899957565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8982910164899957565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8982910164899957565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8982910164899957565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-like-holy-waterwashing-over-me.html' title='You Are Like The Holy Water,Washing Over Me.'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6399912151450864095</id><published>2008-10-06T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:11:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Morning Suns Begin To Rise,We Are In The Threshold Of Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ever people said kisses is important,especially towards the one you cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;For Nan and Bing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Aiyo dude,I am jealous of you having a gorgeous,pretty and family-loving girlfriend.May you two become the living example where we could look upon,appreciate each other as day goes by and love one another like there's no tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoGtCSur1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BggADhymYdY/s1600-h/Ken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoGtCSur1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/BggADhymYdY/s400/Ken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254019286060412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoHeyrKjcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2WNbyOHm1vU/s1600-h/Ken+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoHeyrKjcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2WNbyOHm1vU/s400/Ken+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020140861394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P.S.-I can see Nan's evil laugh while he is kissing her,what got into him man?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh yea,I nearly forget about the another sweet loving duo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;too..Oppps,did I said something wrong back there,haha.let's hope they will be always be happy and may they would allow God to pave a way into their hearts and be t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;he pillar of their decision..No matter what happens,you two are still my homie,though I only know the girl for just a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Guess if you all have the time to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoLUpAMAvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wmfgN7cWaAc/s1600-h/ken+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SOoLUpAMAvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wmfgN7cWaAc/s400/ken+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254024364513034994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder is who's brilliant smile enchanted and summed up Daniel's rest of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenn-Party Poopers,I must be hated by them now..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-6399912151450864095?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6399912151450864095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6399912151450864095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6399912151450864095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-188343108899405150</id><published>2008-10-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:22:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well at least I still remembered my blog password..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  Sorry faithful peeps,I'm really not into the blogging mood these days.Somehow,my life is boring because I don't have any themes or ideas on what to blog.I came to remind you all I'm still very much alive and tonight my blogging mood somehow got ignited while I was showering just now.So,let's don't stop here,I shall bring you and skim through my latest happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Liverpool totally owns City from top to bottom yesterday,with Torres brilliant brace and Kuyt last minute winner.Okay,continue with this we will be champion for sure!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-I'm officially back to school!!If my memory serves me correctly,school is not like this when my last stay here.Oh wells,this is my last month of school before my well deserved college life that I've been craving days and nights,so why not make it a perfect last month of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Last week was a blast,I'm finally reunited with my Ipoh Malis for such a long time.In the meantime,there was always something left for me to pick up there.Memories,lesson,gifts,everything in anywhere!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-I started a diary last week,the main reason I lack of the mood to blog.Anymore details about the secret diary could be answered by me,personally..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  That sums up about my encounter lately.Will be back with more interesting posts,looking forward to Wednesday,second day of my last-month school.Take care peeps,have a great week ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-188343108899405150?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/188343108899405150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=188343108899405150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/188343108899405150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/188343108899405150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-baby-run.html' title='Run Baby Run'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8821082244317498941</id><published>2008-09-15T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:39:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May God Has Grace Upon M'sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tomorrow,we as malaysians might be witnessing something that would change our life forever.I as a undergraduate in high school would have something to share with fellow malaysians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not an advocate to any political parties.All I want is no more political allegations,racist remarks or anything that possibly hurt the bondage between m'sians.I'm truly grateful that what this country had offered and given me and I'm proud to said that I'm a Malaysian,but I'm sickened by the lust of power and the dirty tactics held by the powerful men and women in this country..With power comes with great responsibility,did they even consider fully ultilize their powers and government-given rights to serve their people,propel m'sia to the next stage,or is just trying to make themself loaded and had power over other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;All m'sia need now is peace.Peace that will keep citizens in check,harmony that will strengthen the bond of each citizens.They need no another new government to have a truly peaceful country..If everyone would have the thinking of having people first,then only themself..M'sia would be a better place by now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;If is God's will that M'sia should need a change of government,then I promptly stand by God's side and pray that everything will work out in His way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Kenn~confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8821082244317498941?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8821082244317498941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8821082244317498941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liverpool Vs Manchester United&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.45 P.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torres Vs Ferdinand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gerrard Against Rooney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reina Vs Berbatov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch it live all on ESPN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.-Go Liverpool,Ya the best&lt;/em&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/4480283516206898593-8590466503694440495?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8590466503694440495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8590466503694440495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8590466503694440495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8590466503694440495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-only-one-winner.html' title='There Is Only One Winner'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5859275577262550475</id><published>2008-09-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:54:44.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sista-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;1)Are you allowed to have a GF/BF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Of course I'm allowed to,I'm 18 this year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;2)Describe yourself in one word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt; Irresolute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;3)Who would you pick,someone who really loves you,or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;  What's the point of getting someone you don't like at all.Then,it's not love after all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;4)Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Before,yes.Currently,yes too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;5)Does it feel good to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt; Hell yea,if you get the chance to be with the *special someone&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;6)What's the best thing to do with the one you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Get on my Civic and drove her to a romantic restaurant..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;7)What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Fine!Have it your way then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;8)Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Nope,love has it's own way of reaching my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;9)Have you ever loved two person at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Yess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;10)What you say to playboys/playgirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Cool man!Since when you get so good on this shitt...=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;P.S.-Aiyo,sista-in-law,Why tag kamu so many lovey-dovey punya.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-5859275577262550475?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5859275577262550475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5859275577262550475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5859275577262550475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5859275577262550475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-sista-in-law.html' title='Tagged by Sista-In-Law'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3005936080891620484</id><published>2008-09-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:24:50.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Starlit Sky Begins To Shine,We Are Breaking Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the problem of falling so hard;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;more than the air you breathe in,&lt;br /&gt;more than anything else you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of finding your Mrs Right;&lt;br /&gt;Where you don't even know She's the right one for you,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Right or Mrs Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She's the one;&lt;br /&gt;Are you capable of being with her ever after,&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hands tightly whenever you see each other,&lt;br /&gt;Treat her like your better half,&lt;br /&gt;Blend in her emotions and feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Like two souls living in a single embodiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like she said,I'm not her white charming prince after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3005936080891620484?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3005936080891620484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3005936080891620484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3005936080891620484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3005936080891620484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-starlit-sky-begins-to-shinewe-are.html' title='As The Starlit Sky Begins To Shine,We Are Breaking Down'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5334850279646172683</id><published>2008-08-28T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:07:52.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thing,Last Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is not life unless you really decided what you gonna do upon your life.After a few days of thoughtful thinking,I kinda decided to take up A-levels..I haven't really discussed it with Aunt Steph yet,but I'm sure she will give me the fullest support I wanted to.After all,it is what I really dreamt of and A-levels is basically a must if I wanna further my studies as a lawyer in UK.I had my attention on the Taylor's Cambridge A-levels in Sri Hertamas,it is quite attractive in terms of the teachings and the activities they provide.Furthermore,the location of the campus provide a soothing environment to the students.The downfall would be the distance between my place and the campus,it is quite far in my opinion and I don't intend to drive to the campus everyday due to the costly parking fee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways,I will be visiting KDU tomorrow for further infomation on the A-levels they provide.KDU is not really my first-choice college,but because is really near my place,I think I have a go on that..Man,God knows where I wanna study at..Fellow reader,Feel free to leave any comment if you have a better idea where should I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note,I finally signed up for True Fitness..I will be working out with Lucas,Tim and Jon every Monday,Wednesday and Friday from 4 p.m to 6 p.m.Training in gym really used up my time wisely and makes my life more lively..Since after I signed up for gym,I have been having good sleep,due to the amount of workout I exert..It's great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;So life suddenly turn quiet and still since Nicholas and Jeremy departure.Ironically,I missed the teasing from them.LOL.Somehow,some part of my life went missing and gone.They are someone I always looked up to and to look when I'm in the lowest state of my life.My life would never be exciting as ever if they never appear in the chapter of my life,I seriously miss them..I miss Nicholas piece of word when I got into unwanted trouble,I miss Guru love teachings when I suddenly got screwed by her..I missed the moment they got together and teased me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.It's not that I really like to tease by them,somehow the teasing become part of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;People Always Leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,I agreed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4480283516206898593-5334850279646172683?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5334850279646172683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5334850279646172683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5334850279646172683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5334850279646172683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-thinglast-thing.html' title='First Thing,Last Thing'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-2597360916451983393</id><published>2008-08-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:27:40.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Save A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SLFuW0ImGrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VMwdd1Mykfw/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SLFuW0ImGrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VMwdd1Mykfw/s400/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238089179839470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;That's the reason why you have friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young,you crazy with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker,Beer,Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thanks guys,ya the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me know the real definition of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;P.S.-Nanas,Yik and Jon rocks too.....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Since we met its been you and I, a tear for a tear baby eye for an eye and u  know that my heart gonna cry if you leave me lonely cause u not just my friend,your my homie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4480283516206898593-2597360916451983393?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2597360916451983393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SLFuW0ImGrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VMwdd1Mykfw/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6052632625123545448</id><published>2008-08-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:14:36.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Real Or Just Another Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hung up the phone tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Something happened for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Deep inside.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was a rush, what a rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever feel the same way about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's just too much, just too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And I just got to know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you ever think when your all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is it real or just another crush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuz I try and try to walk away,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Has it ever cross your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When we're hangin spending time girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Are we just friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is there more, is there more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last forever, forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And I just got to know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you ever think when your all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is it real or just another crush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuz I try and try to walk away,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away x5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;David Archuleta-Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nah,stop dreaming Kenneth..She has absolutely no interest on you,might as well get your heads off and concentrate on something else..She is just another unwanted crush,or maybe something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sometimes,I feel like not missing you at all,but when I set foot in KL,my mind is all over you.I wish I could bring you to meet my family,my friends,but deep down in my heart I know I missed the best chance to get closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Could God or someone offer another chance to me,I will tell you what I felt about you,I fell for you since the day I met you in Jusco.Since that day onwards,my life went on a dramatic change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If you could feel what I feel now,read what I'm writing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who cares about the world,when your hands and mine are tight together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who cares about life,when we could always stare at each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who cares about study,when we could spend each and every single moment of our life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-6052632625123545448?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6052632625123545448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6052632625123545448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6052632625123545448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6052632625123545448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-real-or-just-another-crush.html' title='Is It Real Or Just Another Crush'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-7379370797854194453</id><published>2008-08-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:16:44.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Going back to Ipoh in less than 24 hours,there is so many things I wanna do and accomplished in such a short staying in ipoh.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FYI,I will be out of KL from 16th August till 22nd August..Yesss,exactly one day before Nickys and JammyG departure to America..(I came back early just for ya all and be proud of that=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo,there so many things I wanna do in ipoh,but I strongly felt that in my heart I am not capable to complete it all,or maybe I just list it all up and set a reminder for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend my precious times with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna get out of my current melancholy state I am now by throwing myself into parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna have the good`old days reflected upon my own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna finish my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;From Promise To Power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A Long Walk To Freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna fulfill my promise towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; and bring her to a nice cool restaurant with her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna blog about Nickys and JammyG farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna make cameroon trip as fun as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna have a nice enjoyable dinner with my good old kakis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanna interact with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna be the love that gonna last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And be the one that got your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ain't nothing never that bad that we would be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And though we both made our mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And some we never wish we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But we'll be okay if we just stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/4480283516206898593-7379370797854194453?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7379370797854194453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=7379370797854194453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7379370797854194453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/7379370797854194453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna.....'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3341998805589588084</id><published>2008-08-10T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:15:17.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Slipping Into the Lava</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Coz I'm Burning Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Burning Up,For You Baby..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232875426810242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SJ7oecjlI9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QU_hdsQLPOQ/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-Stay Tune For Nicholas Farewell,9th of August,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lava'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SJ7oecjlI9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QU_hdsQLPOQ/s72-c/IMG_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5349184270649193592</id><published>2008-08-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:49:19.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Are Free To Go Anywhere,But It's Surprising How Often They Head In Your Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Right now,I don't even have the slightest infatuation to post about my daily life.Hate to deny it,but truly this week of mine went rather peaceful(or should I said rather humdrum)=/ which I don't really enjoy it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Tomorrow is always something I could look forward to in this boring week.If my memory doesn't serves me wrong,I think I'm going out with the usual gang.It's been a long time since we went out together.I think we are getting back to old school again..Movies + Nando's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have came to a point to grasp a sense of loneliness.The time we share gets longer proves that we are enlarging the bond between us.Does it mean more anguish and depress await us when we are parting with our loved ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been missing her terribly..Man,she didn't even say goodbye to me.I was draged into a melancholy state by the way she treats me,interacts with me..Fcuk,do I deserve all this shyt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So,This was basically what I felt throughout the almost complete week.Expectation was in tomorrow outing,I have faith I would initiate something that have long lost in my heart-answers and self-confidence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Sorry about this post,I thought I would bring something unusual in my blog as always,happiness and gratification to my faithful readers..but I'm really kinda lost right now.Don't worry if ya all don't get a single thing out of this post,it is meant for me to read it in later times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Someone reminded me something about we being had a reason being born in this world.Don't ever let go of your dreams just to fufill or satisfy other beings,showing them that their best for you may not really the best you could have for yourself..I failed this so many times,and I'm really ashamed for myself it took me such a long time to realize it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;At least,I was cautioned now..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-5349184270649193592?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5349184270649193592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5349184270649193592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5349184270649193592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5349184270649193592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-thoughts-are-free-to-go-anywherebut.html' title='My Thoughts Are Free To Go Anywhere,But It&apos;s Surprising How Often They Head In Your Direction'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-743754200203873069</id><published>2008-07-26T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:27:02.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love,Undivided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SItBj2BrJAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oFBFRtEc-38/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227343876547355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SItBj2BrJAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oFBFRtEc-38/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody is smiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Like Old Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the really last time for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Inner Circle&lt;/span&gt; for many years to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Guys and Girls~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya the best&lt;/em&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/4480283516206898593-743754200203873069?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/743754200203873069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=743754200203873069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/743754200203873069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/743754200203873069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-loveundivided.html' title='One Love,Undivided'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SItBj2BrJAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oFBFRtEc-38/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1618670286086204058</id><published>2008-07-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:16:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsfSngGRhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H-aZUyVKLKc/s1600-h/IMG_7122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227306197195310610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsfSngGRhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H-aZUyVKLKc/s320/IMG_7122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yesterday we had one of the 'inner circle' reunion due to the fact is our beloved leader-Jeremy Gan 18th birthday.The bash was held in Bora Asmara,to me is the perfect setting for a birthday party.Strangely enough,I don't feel any sense of surprises from Jeremy..Maybe he had predicted all this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;We arrived at the venue around 8 and off we settled in..It's been ages since I spent some time with my inner circles.Furthermore,almost everybody is around.I wondered did God really glanced at my previous post?..Throughout the party,I had fun interacting with everybody.I felt that we are somehow different compare to who we are two years ago,but still we are the crazy inner circle.Fun is in our cell all the time..I really touched when I beamed at the scene that have long lost for two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oppps,let's not indulge in me for so much today,cause this post is meant for our Ol'dear Guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As usual,we will let the picture do the talking.Basically,we just snap till we drop in the whole party..Flashes are everywhere and I had a pair of real stressed up eyes after the party.Still,I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227317167049122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIspRJZDosI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XsJo4Ira2m4/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227317606669190418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIspqvGphRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/A6rf63MtPGc/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227318028815699698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsqDTuODvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wF4amOsIHg8/s320/IMG_7295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227318910727378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsq2pGWVGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JQ57H7eS9w4/s320/IMG_7250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227320162205793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsr_fODflI/AAAAAAAAAII/94mFZ7py7SY/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227320760216618802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIssiS-8hzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rmoMCtqIskk/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Our hero also manage to fulfill our little wish by posing with us all the time,Enjoy!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227322220110484514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIst3RgxFCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/CbLLPWglhtE/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227322761246513074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsuWxZpl7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ejOqDzM94yg/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227323533237927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsvDtSvvQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AmIsPRABW9U/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227323999569151762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsve2gxhxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i_3n0NZ0-3Q/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227324544343741010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsv-j9KElI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pwVoSvMqD40/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227325017567219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIswaG2bT7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/T8dEEBUsKM4/s320/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227325624160269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsw9aletSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2YGCdbs0x5w/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227326217822118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsxf-JfoKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CS3RLM8HwDc/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227326872429709506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsyGEwGyMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/shDtylHGmW4/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227327529842259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsysVzeNyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Vi3p3_uiIAw/s320/IMG_7283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227328133646831858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIszPfJs0PI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iyAUxLmPWqE/s320/IMG_7292.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227328847783692338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsz5DhMiDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rQtrLf7fHSM/s320/IMG_7326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's still lot more in my disk,but I'm just too lazy to reveal to you guys,Ohh well.I was real uber satisfy for Jeremy as he had some of his best moment shared with us..Truly,he deserved this party.I remember those days I asked myself"Did Jeremy planned to have one birthday bash of his own as he had organized for the rest of us?"Well,I think his smiles is in the picture reveal how happy he was yesterday=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Guru,Thanks for being my buddy all the time.Though I always exposed my mistakes and falseness in front of you,you never failed to look down on me and as always,forgives me..You are not afraid to being frank with me,correcting my mistakes,telling me which part of my life I screwed up.I truly appreciated it!For everyday in my life,I am always doing catching up in my life,try to be on par with you in everything.I just feel edgy whenever I am beside you.You make me strive even harder,so I would proud to call you my friend.Till now,I'm still striving hard as usual.Like you said,I am not really good with words,I hope that you would understand what I try to convey.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Rest assured that I will be checking you from time to time even though you are leaving,and I hope all the &lt;em&gt;stabbing &lt;/em&gt;u did to me after all,is just a joke.Lol.Take care my friend,if you are reading this.Enjoy the rest of the days you have in M'sia with your lovest and dearest ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;~Friendship is like a violin;the music may stop then,but the string will last forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-1618670286086204058?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1618670286086204058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1618670286086204058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1618670286086204058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1618670286086204058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIsfSngGRhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H-aZUyVKLKc/s72-c/IMG_7122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-5357922400305332379</id><published>2008-07-26T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:13:16.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Circle,Reunited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIrZz3-QoFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r3Gdrloje04/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227229802738524242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIrZz3-QoFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r3Gdrloje04/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Here's a little sneak peek what's my next post gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A pic taken by our&lt;em&gt;'just legal birthday boi'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The first pic by him at 25th of July,2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My love guru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Stay Tunes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4480283516206898593-5357922400305332379?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5357922400305332379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=5357922400305332379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5357922400305332379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/5357922400305332379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-loveundivided.html' title='Inner Circle,Reunited!'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIrZz3-QoFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/r3Gdrloje04/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-8407224905565860639</id><published>2008-07-21T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:21:21.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like Moving Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Im really busy lately,even on weekends.Work,books,movies never failed to kill my time that much since the beginning of this month.So in the other hand,I kinda abandon my blog for like few days.Hope he doesn't hates me.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Before I started on this post,I was doing some blog hopping,my usual warm up session before I start blogging..Guru posted his latest post and something just sparks in my heart.Suddenly,I reminisced about my past,memoirs,dilemma.How does it feel like to leave everything behind you have built for 18+ years,to accept a greater challenge,a higher mountain?I'm sure Nick and Guru will have many mountains to climb,many challenges to overcome in the future.I have faith in them that they are more than prepare to study in US.Best of luck to them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was in this kinda situation two years ago.I remembered that time I really not feel like going anywhere except staying in my hometown.I won't be able to see my family,friends and her..It's uncomfortable,uneasy for me.I would be very much pleased to spend my last two years of high school with my buds in ipoh..Anyhow,the decision was finalised and I have to go to KL.I had a deep sigh to myself when my mum gave the final approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Well,life in KL was not that hard and complex after all.It's totally,100% FUN..One of my dreams was granted evetually i reached there,I finally had siblings n my home!!!Due to the fact I was the only son,I was jealous of people around me hanging with their siblings.No more those shyt in KL,as I will be very busy with Nick,Luke and Melanie.The feeling of having someone of same thinking n your home makes hell lot of different.Home is not dead bored anymore compare to ipoh.=)..The bestest part is we three boys will have this dirty little secrect talk everynight before our sleep..This is the time we really go uncensored and spread out what is in our heart..From Lovey to Dovey,We covered everything..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;With friendly smiles and kind heart,I never failed to know some good buddies in my new school.People in my school is just so easy to mix with.I was welcomed into the so called inner circle in 2005 and that's one of the greatest day of my life..We did things together like a family,oragnized by the leaders of the inner circle..That year won't come so smooth if I hadn't knew this bunch of people.Tuesday,badminton;Friday,Tropicanna,each day is like a bonding day for us to get to know each other better..This precious memories composed by the inner circle will eternally stucked in my head cause they had given me one of the best years of my high school life..Thx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225394994530210258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIRVD-wT0dI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2zlXYspogK8/s320/34761681340281l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;In the other hand,I thought the friendship I built in Ipoh will just shattered into pieces.Maybe we will just be like Hi-Bye friends.That was really a moment I doubted about my friends.After all,I was made to pay for my mistakes..=).I truly owed them a lot due to the fact they never let the distance to harm our friendship.They won't bother keep on updating me with their current life..After two years,we are still as crazy as ever..Criming wherever we go,hooking up the hottest chicx around the town..What can I elaborate more about this unbreakable bondage we shared..The fact that we were living apart strengthen our friendship and makes us more like true moving friends.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Family..This word have so much significant meaning in my life after I had move to KL.Back in Ipoh,I felt remorse about the attidude I had towards my family.My parents was treated rudely by their own son.I can't even believe the things I had said to them back then.Maybe God forsaw all this and sent me to KL,to make up all my mistake,and ultimately to change me to a better person.I get to to know God better in KL due to the influence of my new found family here and I appreciate God the fact my Dad and Mum is the bestest parents I could ever have in my life.They absolutely made the right decision to send me to KL.Right now,I love them more than anything else and I wouldn't do a single thing to hurt them..I always hold a grudge towards my dad back then and felt that he has many weaknesses in his life,but now I felt proud and privileged to become his son and wanted to live up to his expectations and become just like him.=)..Im speechless when it comes to my mum,shes just so great in everything,a lovely mum with a kind heart,her unceasing love is like the bestest gift I could ever had.I enjoyed the time where we spend time chit chatting on the phone all night long.The fact I'm the only son makes me get all the love and never ever shared it to others.Yes,I'm selfish and greedy..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As I was checking in my laptop,I just realized I don't even had a family pic of my own.Absolutely a fatal mistake(I thought of posting it and shared it with you all).Guess I'm gonna hire Nick for a bit of camera shooting this week(They are coming this week,can't wait!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I was very satisfied with myself for all these years,cause I have been growing both in family's and God's eyes.I can't said that I'm perfect now,but I'm a much better person compare to the Kenn two years ago..Theres some hard path I need to choose,but glad I chose the perfect one~.Thanks to the guidance and the help of the people all around me.They are the main motive why I wanna strive to become better in everywhere of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Lastly,I in my heart hold no regrets in coming to KL.After all,I may not be blogging here if I choose to stay in ipoh.I would not be me myself.Glad that God how He steered things around me to make my life more meaningful..Truly thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Dedicate to those who played a part in Kenneth's life and navigate his life to fullness and betterness~  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-8407224905565860639?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8407224905565860639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=8407224905565860639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8407224905565860639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/8407224905565860639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-like-moving-mountain.html' title='It&apos;s Like Moving Mountain'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SIRVD-wT0dI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2zlXYspogK8/s72-c/34761681340281l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6508944829599355432</id><published>2008-07-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:18:54.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Side Are You On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SH2trPQ63uI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u3iEIiZoeKY/s1600-h/2110025535_8e488fd438_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223522101163122402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SH2trPQ63uI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u3iEIiZoeKY/s320/2110025535_8e488fd438_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why So Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mayhem Starts Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stay tune for updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-6508944829599355432?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6508944829599355432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6508944829599355432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6508944829599355432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6508944829599355432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-side-are-you-on.html' title='Which Side Are You On?'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SH2trPQ63uI/AAAAAAAAAGk/u3iEIiZoeKY/s72-c/2110025535_8e488fd438_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-1158434179125853158</id><published>2008-07-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:50:22.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Just Something About The Way You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulofindie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.soulofindie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;This is a blog dedicated to all my true music lover friends-is the perfect place you could find your own personal tunes,is a place where true music lovers will gather.This is a musicblog created by my dear friends that is passionate about music,and hope to share their tracks of life to people around the world.The blog mainly composed of artist that is consider 'Unsung Heroes' in the music industry,that is fully dedicate to music..The blog consist of a variety of songs,so you wil find your favourite tunes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Personally,I enjoy the music in it..It has a different kind of feeling compare to the singles or hits I listen all along..Especially &lt;em&gt;Varsity FanClub,&lt;/em&gt;do enjoy the song while you reading this..You might be attracted to it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Soulofindie accept any comments and sincerely hope that the main motive of it will continue to pass on to different parts of the world.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Finally,If you are reading this..Do spend some time on soulofindie.A few minutes will do just fine..Download some tunes from there then as time goes by you will visit them whenever you are online,just LIKE ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Take care guys,will be back soon with interesting posts..=)&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/4480283516206898593-1158434179125853158?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1158434179125853158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=1158434179125853158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1158434179125853158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/1158434179125853158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/wwwsoulofindieblogspotcom.html' title='There&apos;s Just Something About The Way You Love Me'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-3697086847508313250</id><published>2008-07-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:03:25.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SGzfcX1Wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/KVcYj-7i10Y/s1600-h/VivoCityEntrance-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218791746742689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SGzfcX1Wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/KVcYj-7i10Y/s320/VivoCityEntrance-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Vivo,Here I come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Vivo City-the newest attraction of Singapore and the main reason for the trip to there,just can't wait for it.Sorry guys,I'm too tired to blog due to the restless day I had,but certainly be back with the much anticipated Singapore trip review..I had a feeling I would get something good at there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So,guys and girls.May you all have an enjoyable weekend ahead.You all truly deserve it if you are all striving hard to achieve your own respective goals,trust me!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Right now,my mind is all over her,just want her be by my side.The sad fact is that I know she won't be reading this,but still I wanna expr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ess these unexpose feelings to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I love you more than ever,tomorrow I will love you even more.I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; you more than ever;I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; you more than ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I deserve her???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-3697086847508313250?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3697086847508313250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=3697086847508313250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3697086847508313250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/3697086847508313250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/vivo-singapore.html' title='Vivo Singapore!'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05684605863796277305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SQsB9Tw4hpI/AAAAAAAAALI/lEPfmuaBecI/S220/IMG_2017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SGzfcX1Wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/KVcYj-7i10Y/s72-c/VivoCityEntrance-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480283516206898593.post-6846466791914577503</id><published>2008-07-01T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:22:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain Heals The Pain                        =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes 24 years for them to finally be the top of Europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a team of with quick passes and smooth skill to end the hoodoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It take a El Nino to finally kill off the Germans long winning mentality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217963694782380930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hh5XVO9izuI/SGnuVZ5je4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/S9Bd05cClqE/s320/81405_95_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;First of all,Im really sorry the delay of this particular post.I knew I should have blogged it on yesterday is today,but I was too tired yesterday due to the fact I stayed up until 5 for the match.Anyways,I well satisfied by the result and is just the perfect ending any Spain and Liverpool fans could craved for..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The main reason Spain got up ahead of Germany in this final is all about the strength of the midfield.Spain's midfield just conquer the pitch almost the whole game,and in the end the Germans is left with a broken heart to mend..Spain's midfield is more active,movement is good compare to the Germans..Ballack and the gangs was playing below par compare to Xavi Hernadez and Cesc Fabregas they all..Credits to the Germans too though they failed to lay their hands on the trophy,but a good tournament for them..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;All credits should be given to our Spanish new hero-El Nino..He was so quiet the previous matches,and out he go in the final.The brilliant goal from him in the final is the best answer he could answer to the critics.I was exhilarated at that moment when he scored the only goal,everything just stopped suddenly as if theres no time in our world..After that,I dared to dream that they will crowned champions of Europe..I came in the match with a feeling that the Germans gonna snatched this one up because the Spaniard will be the under-achiever if they were to be called the favourite and the squad is young.But they just amazed with the slick passes and wizardry dribbling,and of coure Torres' top class finish.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Finally,the Euro ends with what I desire the most-Spain won and Torres score the winning goal in final.I truly thanked God for the fact that Torres won't end the season empty-handed..Haha..Attacking football reamined the biggest winner in this tournament,Spain victory run may lead to a rejuvenation of the long lost attacking play,I strongly hope that many coaches will witness this and add in these essential essence to their own respective team..We fans will enjoyed it for sure..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4480283516206898593-6846466791914577503?l=kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6846466791914577503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4480283516206898593&amp;postID=6846466791914577503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6846466791914577503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4480283516206898593/posts/default/6846466791914577503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenn-torresrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/spain-heals-pain.html' title='Spain Heals The Pain                   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