<?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-1076234652790663337</id><updated>2012-05-18T14:00:27.898+08:00</updated><category term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Pi Chatt's</title><subtitle type='html'>If today was your last day..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-5311576666303098701</id><published>2011-11-06T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:46:27.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Success</title><content type='html'>What is your definition of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the question asked by the Success mentor in a talk I went for earlier today.. Many hands raise to answer the apparently obvious, "..to be rich!" said a man, "..achieve all your dreams!" said a lady, "..to get straight A's!" said a student.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the mentor asked,"And how do you achieve success?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By working your ass off!", said a man with a laugh. Another raised his hand,"By being committed, determined consistent and hardworking in what you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mentor smiled and went on asking, "But how can success help you succeed even when you have nothing on you? No money, no skills, no assets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room went quiet. Then a man stood up and said,"By accepting criticism, by being more resilient to failure and setbacks, by learning from your mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mentor smiled and explained that success can be define in many ways, but how you define it is important in sculpting how you wish to see your success (dream) as in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to succeed in life as a whole, you need to put aside your ego, and be prepare to bring yourself to the lowest point of your life. "Failure is a tonic for your success.." no matter how many times you fail, you must still have the courage to persevere and carry yourself up to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is success? What is your definition of success? That is a question you should ask yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from piChatt's iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-5311576666303098701?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5311576666303098701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/11/definition-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5311576666303098701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5311576666303098701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/11/definition-of-success.html' title='Definition of Success'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-7295885918140559428</id><published>2011-10-27T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:39:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaunt with it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;head&gt;&lt;meta name="description" content="Flaunt.cc Online Store" /&gt;&lt;meta name="keywords" content="Flaunt.cc, flaunt, buy dresses online, local online store. duffel bags, singapore blogshop, online blog shopt" /&gt;&lt;meta name="author" content="Aiden Chatt" /&gt;&lt;meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /&gt;&lt;/head&gt;  &lt;body&gt;I was shopping online earlier when I came across a local e-Store (online retail store) selling dresses and accessories.. Best part, they seem to be doing awfully well!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the e-Store is for ladies (*hint: &lt;i&gt;dresses&lt;/i&gt;) and I happen to come across it.. That's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear some doubts, mind you, I am not cross-dresser.. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flaunt.cc/"&gt;FLAUNT.cc&lt;/a&gt; has a wide selection of lady's clothing. From jumpers to rompers, blazers and other formal wear, maxi dresses, togas and even clutches and duffel bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome place to shop, a Singapore based e-Store and they ship internationally with rates as low as SGD$3.05. (For a start, that's a pretty low shipping cost if you ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click at the link and take a look at what might catch your fancy: &lt;a href="http://www.flaunt.cc/"&gt;FLAUNT.cc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any inquiries, take a look at their FAQ section here: &lt;a href="http://www.flaunt.cc/customer-service"&gt;FLAUNT.cc FAQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flaunt.cc/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Guys you probably have no idea what I just wrote up there, but it's alright really. I took a month of shopping with my girl friends to remember all the different dress, bags, bottoms, tops, bags, and whatever's names. Yes, go shopping with the ladies and you'll be enlightened.. Not to mention drained out too.. I have no idea how they can survive 9 straight hours of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psycho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you might be wondering why I said "..they seem to be doing very well!"&lt;br /&gt;Businesses in Singapore, local businesses rather, are having a very hard time surviving nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;Economy's been very very shaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get to that in the next post..  &lt;/body&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-7295885918140559428?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7295885918140559428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/flaunt-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7295885918140559428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7295885918140559428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/flaunt-with-it.html' title='Flaunt with it!'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-6735709194932206906</id><published>2011-10-26T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:11:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love~</title><content type='html'>This love is taking its toll on me.. When she said goodbye, too many times before~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from piChatt's iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-6735709194932206906?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6735709194932206906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6735709194932206906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6735709194932206906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-love.html' title='This love~'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-7561677650101955918</id><published>2011-10-24T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:23:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The usual rants</title><content type='html'>Today was exceptionally uneventful and ridiculously mundane.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't have anything interesting to post.. Other then the fact that NS is in 2 and a half weeks time that is.. Yeah I'm counting down. It's pretty exciting. Haha. Wee~ NS! Yay yippee.. Ugh... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh! Just remembered. I was debating with this girl-friend of mine awhile ago regarding one of her illogical Facebook status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but honestly, why do most girls (I said most, not all. But please, don't do this shit if you're not one of em, or atleast think you're not) always come up with this shit and they'd be all ignorant to other's comments. And when it doesnt work out, they go all emotional and shit.. "Why god why?", "Why me?".. Well, if I was god, I'd say "Serve you right. You made that decision."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why the hell are they like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're smart, girls/guys alike, and you think you are really open-minded, then please fucking use that walnut up there and think before you actually say something like,"I've came to a decision in my life.. Blah blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here.. I'm not trying to control people's decisions here.. I believe everyone's fate lies in the choices they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying, don't let ego get the best of you and fuck you up in the end if you can't fucking handle the truth. Coz the truth, well it hurts pretty fucking bad..&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from piChatt's iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-7561677650101955918?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7561677650101955918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/usual-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7561677650101955918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7561677650101955918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/usual-rants.html' title='The usual rants'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-7300237450286733585</id><published>2011-10-23T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:18:17.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Kudos to 3 Different People!</title><content type='html'>Just trying out this new app I got called BlogPress. Pretty cool app. It connects your iPhone to your blog, be it blogger, Wordpress, ect. This is really convenient cause now I can literally blog on the go! I'll be using this app as long as the developers keep it updated and keep it running as it should.. Kudos to them! (That's no. 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never blog while driving.. That shit is uncool and dangerous man.. Big NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, yesterday evening was once in a very long time since I last went to Clark Quay again.. I kinda missed the atmosphere, but honestly, I'm sick of the life. (Wait, did I even have a life to start of with? Hmm..) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ate alot.. So overall, it was an utterly satisfying day for me.. If I could say so myself.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there's this girl.. I saw her running wherever I went.. From home to Rail Mall, to Clark Quay, to Boat Quay, to Timbre@Raffles, and back home again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I think, I wouldn't have lasted the same run like you did.. I mean, you've been running in my mind all day! Kudos to you! True story. (That's no. 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my respect girl! Not that I never respected her before, it's just a figure of speech really.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to who is the 3rd one? Well me of course! Kudos to Me for blogging even at this hour! Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from piChatt's iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-7300237450286733585?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7300237450286733585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-kudos-to-3-different-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7300237450286733585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/7300237450286733585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-kudos-to-3-different-people.html' title='3 Kudos to 3 Different People!'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-897777172396849918</id><published>2011-10-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:43:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey! Papa's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah It's been ages since I last posted something here..&lt;br /&gt;And Yes we all know I'm suppose to be updating regularly..&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you can't blog when you've got nothing to blog about in your blog coz' if you do, then you'd definitely be blogging about it in you blog!&amp;nbsp; (See what I did there.. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is the title of this post, "Commitment"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's simple really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is and WILL BE the reason for my lack of updates in the past and future..&lt;br /&gt;(Which is utterly retarded.. I swear..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was too busy with work in the past.. (Yeah.. But you could've updated every night after work!)&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. Yeeeaahh.. about that..... .... &lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. I think momma's calling me.... Be right back... &lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and... The future.. Ah yes.. it's funny really (and retarded that I have to get involved)..&lt;br /&gt;I will be enlisting in my country's National Service on 9 November 2011, 10.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day on, for the next probably 2 months, I won't be able to blog as regularly as I wished I &lt;strike&gt;could&lt;/strike&gt; (should!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Ya know I think they should really let you have a say.. As in,"who to be what" and not throw all guys into something half of 'em don't wish to get involved in... I mean not every one wants to be in the Force.. Heck, I'm not even planning to stay in Singapore after I'm 21...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.. Boooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.. I take NS as a fitness camp.. Shape up, Bulk up, Lean up..&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Helloo Ladies~ *wink wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I realize I've been getting a few visitors lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think they're just blog hoppers..&lt;br /&gt;Non of my crap really entice people these days.. True story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey Starshine! The earth says Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-897777172396849918?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/897777172396849918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/commitments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/897777172396849918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/897777172396849918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/10/commitments.html' title='Commitments'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-1668626121911489839</id><published>2011-07-01T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:59:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>As of April 17, 2011, I've officially graduated from Ngee Ann Polytechnic! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then in Singapore, we have some thing called National Service, NS for short, where every able-bodied men above the age of 16 are required to go through "regimented exercises". This is to prepare the nation's men for any unseen circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Who cares about that really.. It's just 2 years of hard labor and mental torture.. Shouldn't be a problem.. I guess so.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Uh.. Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while I wait to be enlisted into the Army, I'll be working part-time at Boost Singapore! It's not as big nor popular as those in Australia that's for sure.. But meh.. It works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Look at the time.. Gotta bounce.. to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-1668626121911489839?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1668626121911489839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1668626121911489839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1668626121911489839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-1886334564256418328</id><published>2011-02-13T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:40:40.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>In the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Your face it glows&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand diamonds I suppose&lt;br /&gt;And your hair flows like &lt;br /&gt;The ocean breeze&lt;br /&gt;Not a million fights &lt;br /&gt;Could make me hate you&lt;br /&gt;You’re invincible&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It’s true&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where I find peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s light up the town, scream out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You’re ready to break&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are now&lt;br /&gt;In a place where&lt;br /&gt;The sun blended&lt;br /&gt;With the ocean thin.&lt;br /&gt;So thin, we stand&lt;br /&gt;Across from each other &lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll wonder&lt;br /&gt;If we will last these days&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;You would be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time Is all I ask for&lt;br /&gt;Time, I just need one more day&lt;br /&gt;And time, You’ve been crying too long&lt;br /&gt;Time And your tears wrote this song &lt;br /&gt;Stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Broken - Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-1886334564256418328?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1886334564256418328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1886334564256418328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1886334564256418328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-2063519994891367061</id><published>2011-02-12T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T03:19:55.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why humans are different from one another. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why females and males can't eye to eye with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people of difference wanna kill one another.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a reason for hate in the world, just feeling is a sin what more moving.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people can't get along with one another.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people can't open up and accept other colors.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people can't understand and change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people can't listen to what others have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people should give up their hopes for living.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why people shouldn't live to achieve their dreams. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much hope in it for everyone.. &lt;br /&gt;As long they're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chatt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-2063519994891367061?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2063519994891367061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2063519994891367061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2063519994891367061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-2704537492062716997</id><published>2011-01-07T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:09:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money making Digital Photography</title><content type='html'>Top 18 Reasons Digital Photography Makes a Great Home Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With jobs becoming increasingly hard to find and difficult to keep, many are looking for ways to earn money from home. Digital photography is an excellent way to work for yourself and make extra - or even a full-time - income at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, download this free report called &lt;a href="http://www.turnyourphotosintocash.com/a.php?a=aidenh"&gt;"Make Money with Digital Photography."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still undecided, this might change your mind. Here are 18 reasons why digital photography makes a great home career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Minimum equipment required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make money with digital photography, all you need are: a digital camera, a computer, and Internet access. In fact, you may already have all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No need for special training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who can take decent pictures can make money by selling digital photos. You don't have to have formal training, or so many years of experience. You can be young or old, male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Low start-up costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the equipment required, you don't need to make any other investments. This means you can get started immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No need to leave home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like, you can do sell digital photographs completely from home. Yes, that includes taking photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Money in your hard drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may already have pictures in your computer that you can sell right away. In fact, you should begin with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make money when traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to travel, you can make your trip pay for itself by taking pictures on your trip and selling them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Location independent business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have sell your digital photographs from anywhere, as long as you have your equipment (see number 1). This means you could be a nomad and still make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Flexible hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work when you want, as much as you want. Do it full time or part time. It's up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No need to build websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you'll be selling digital photographs online, you absolutely don't have to build a website - unlike other online marketers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stock photo sites do the marketing for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do any marketing, either, because stock photo sites do it all for you. All you have to do is take high-quality photographs. (More on that in &lt;a href="http://www.turnyourphotosintocash.com/a.php?a=aidenh"&gt;"Make Money with Digital Photography."&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No fees to sell online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to pay any fees to sell in stock photo sites. It's completely free to become a member and start selling your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. No need to set up a shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, stock photo sites take care of processing payments for your photographs. You will have to be able to accept payments from stock photo sites. A PayPal account should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Enhanced creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This business forces you to become more creative, such as in the way you choose the subjects of your pictures, to how you edit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sharper photography skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to improve your photography skills if you want to succeed in this business. The longer you keep at it, the better you'll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Build your portfolio and expertise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling digital photos online helps build your reputation as a photographer. You can easily build a portfolio based on your best-selling pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Profit from passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily combine this home business with a hobby or special interest you have. Because of the wide range of subjects that are in high demand, you don't have to take pictures that you don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Steady demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more stock photos are sold and bought, the demand for fresh photos increases. Marketers always want unique pictures for their materials, which further increases the demand for more digital photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's profitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of low overhead costs, it's easy to earn a full-time income from selling digital photography. University students are doing it, stay at home Moms are doing it, and you can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you have to know some insider secrets. Which types of photographs sell easily online? How do you avoid legal problems? How do you work with stock photo sites? How can you sell more photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the answers in &lt;a href="http://www.turnyourphotosintocash.com/a.php?a=aidenh"&gt;"Make Money with Digital Photography"&lt;/a&gt; It's completely free, so go and grab it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew you could make money like this. Cool shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Should I try? I mean, since I'm taking photos and all now as a hobby. Why not make money out of it too right? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-2704537492062716997?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2704537492062716997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-18-reasons-digital-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2704537492062716997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2704537492062716997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-18-reasons-digital-photography.html' title='Money making Digital Photography'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-2103364215879015640</id><published>2010-11-21T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:37:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections.</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. Shit happens. Things can get very confusing for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz sometimes the things you do just doesn't make sense to me. I need you to tell me straight what you mean when you do certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you have to walk away whenever you're angry, that's how you cool off. but I forget things. I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I admit i was wrong. I have my imperfections.  And you've given me so many chances. And I appreciate that. But as much as I want to, I'm still trying to get things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed and frustrated at myself.. It's not like I don't want to.. I love you so fucking much. And the pain I'm going through just to sort my imperfections out for you is nothing if it makes you happy..  I'd do anything to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor* use to tell me this..&lt;br /&gt;"Change takes time, and along the way, mistakes will be made, big or small they are proof of a learning experience. And with that experience, will change only come.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving excuses nor have I done any of the pain i caused on purpose... But I really need you to know that this is the most definite way I can learn. It's from the mistakes that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me.. I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My mentor's name is Raymond. He was in NUS when he mentored me in secondary school for my anger management program then later he became a personal mentor, guiding me with certain things in life after the program was over in sec 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the top and I was like I’m at the basement.&lt;br /&gt;Number one spot and now she found her a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby.&lt;br /&gt;And now you ain't around, baby I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda put it down. Shoulda got that ring.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can still feel it in the air.&lt;br /&gt;See her pretty face run my fingers through her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my life. My shorty, my wife.&lt;br /&gt;She left me, I'm tied.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I knew that it just ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I be ridin man I swear I see her face at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get my usher over, I can let it burn.&lt;br /&gt;And I just hope she notice she the only one I yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss her when will I learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give her all my love, I guess now I got my payback.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in the club thinkin all about my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, she was so easy to love. But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin through it every time that I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm missin, wishin she'd pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But she made a decision that she wanted to move one.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything.&lt;br /&gt;I said, if you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinkin about her, thinkin about me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, yeah; it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;So I travel back, down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Who she come back? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Just A Dream by Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-2103364215879015640?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2103364215879015640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/11/imperfections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2103364215879015640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/2103364215879015640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/11/imperfections.html' title='Imperfections.'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-8436038872463020497</id><published>2010-09-26T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:03:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I met her..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was in the month of February, a day after her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;We took a walk along the bridge down to the bay where we sat and watched the ships sail past beneath the night sky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked. Like old friends, we couldn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leaned against her, and she smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and her smile, brightens even the darkest skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I miss her already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her siblings call her Icah (pronounces as "i - chah"/ cute right! haha)&lt;br /&gt;Well I call her "baby" (mushhyy musshyy~ )   :P&lt;br /&gt;She's an Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;She's one of a kind. She's everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;She's cute, adorable, funny, bubbly, loving, independent, did i mention adorable? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my sun, she's my moon, she's the air i breathe..&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds very exaggerated huh? Haha. But you get my drift..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I can do anything that night. I felt like I could fly!&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so happy before.. She might just be the one? could be? maybe? probably :/&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, when I hugged her that night, I just wanted time to stop. So that I can hold her tight in my arms forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our first day out together.. After sending her off, I smiled all the way back home!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you cannot believe how in love I am with this girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I felt this way in what..3, 4 exes? or was it 5? ( I'm sorry, I forgot. Crap -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was also this other time we were having dinner at a local hawker centre called "Sinaran Catering". In the midst of waiting for our food to be served, you would never believe this.. My family came strolling in.. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say family, I meant mum, dad, sister, brother.. Now wasn't that an awkward moment... You should've seen the look on her face! She nearly freaked! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..So we went over to join my family for dinner.. ( meet the in-laws? haha )&lt;br /&gt;My parents were TOTALLY cool with me and her together.. How awesome can they be! HAHA. I love them so much. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are alot of other happy times we had. Unforgettable, every single one of 'em. If only I had a camera so that I can keep a solid memory of all our wonderful times together.. Hmm.. Alright, I'm gonna get a camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'ol pal Nicholas was talking to me about a Canon Powershot S95 and it sure sounds like what I need.. Maybe I'll check that out. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask,"You've never fought with her in 6 months? That's amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course there were conflicts.. But I guess it's a matter of give and take?? We try sort things out in one way or another, talk things out try to make things better for our future.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm really afraid of is me hurting her.. I've got this crazy temper inside me.. A monster within that I have tried to control countless times yet failed. And I'm still trying to tame this... this Beast I call it. I've gone for courses, seminars, talks, and even mentorship programs on anger management and self-improving, self-reawakening shit, but all to no avail. Not that I've never tried. I've been trying since I was 6 (years old). It's just ridiculous, I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there's a way to get rid of this stupid thing...Or maybe I'm not trying hard enough? :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I pray that day won't come where I'd blow up infront of her. And with all the might that I have, I WILL try my very best to control this beast inside me to prevent any further harm towards my friends, family and loved ones, especially her..  Sometimes I do hate myself.. I guess it's karma for the bad things I've done in the past. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever happens, just know this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with my heart.. And I won't ever try to deliberately hurt you physically and/or emotionally, cause harm to you, nor leave you. This I promise you.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever do break my promise in the future, please know I am truly sorry for my mistakes and that I will never have done whatever I did on purpose. If it was on purpose, it's for a good cause which I will most definitely inform you off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ever have to part, well lets not hope for this.. I wouldn't know what I'd do without you.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts just thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chatt &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/1076234652790663337-8436038872463020497?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8436038872463020497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-i-met-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/8436038872463020497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/8436038872463020497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-i-met-her.html' title='When I met her..'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-8903387441806920616</id><published>2010-09-22T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T01:32:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog skin, New Updates!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! And as a celebration, I decided to create a new blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;What for? For the fun of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with it actually. Considering it's my first time designing a blog skin from scratch. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Ooops! yes the old skins were designed by "professionals")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'm glad to be back. Alot has happened while I was away, alot to be updated. Which will be done slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, the new blog skin! I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit, I'm kinda impatient to update you with what I've been going through!&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. *composes self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, remember my 'Remembering Sunday' series? Yeah that one. Well, lets just say Arron Chrome was left hanging by Juliet Rulle and he eventually got over her. So that series is over. Even though I can continue writing. Hmm.. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I sense laziness. You lazy bastard!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who said that? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HEADLINE NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;This should be on a new post but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this particular lady last year in November while going about my troublesome life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, was she cute.. Well in my eyes atleast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began talking and one thing led to another. We've been happily together for 6 months now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;No I did not forget you just coz I got a new girlfriend. (Hello?!  I don't see why I should do that.. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to continue with my what-happened-while-I-was-away stories, I have to catch my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with a bad flu and a sore throat apparently. I HATE this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll be updating soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-8903387441806920616?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8903387441806920616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/8903387441806920616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/8903387441806920616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog-skin.html' title='New blog skin, New Updates!'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-4349234841882418418</id><published>2009-11-02T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>My my my.. Last post was in September. Wooh! Thats long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sorry dear blog. I've been dead busy with shit and can't seem to find time to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all's fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair wanted brownie's so I got them Brownies. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I hope they'll be happy with them brownies on em. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I've got some shit to do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! ;)&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/1076234652790663337-4349234841882418418?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4349234841882418418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/4349234841882418418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/4349234841882418418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-again.html' title='Back again.'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-1612666828227698566</id><published>2009-09-23T00:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday: Page 6</title><content type='html'>"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Aaron spun to face Juliet puzzled. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You had me worried sick girl. And your friends, none of them told me too." He said feeling insignificant all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I didn't have time to tell you and I was very weak. The doctor and my friends won't allow me to do anything but rest." She said finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juliet was very puzzled at Aaron's strange behavior. He has never taken her this seriously even as good friends back then. Now that he has confessed to her, he became ever more worried for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juliet was warded three times when she went down with a virus attack just last week. Suffering from a high fever, diarrhea, and constant vomiting, she fainted in her dormitory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aaron found out, it was three days later after the incident happened when Juliet broke the news to him. He was furious that none of he's friends who was with her told him about the incident. But even so, he was still thankful that Juliet had made it through and is now recovering well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When faced with a problem, we always look at the good options and turn the bad ones away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we forget that sometimes, the best options are not always the good ones." - Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quote says it all. Don't jump straight to conclusions, rather, take a step back and analyse the problem from a different view/angle, with an open mind. Only then will the true answer surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the record, I'm going overseas on 27 September 2009 till 1 October 2009 and I'm excited. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the miles that seperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'me here without you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tonight, it's only you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here Without You by Three Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1076234652790663337-1612666828227698566?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1612666828227698566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-sunday-page-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1612666828227698566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1612666828227698566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-sunday-page-6.html' title='Remembering Sunday: Page 6'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-1480960911406493535</id><published>2009-09-14T02:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Another Sunday</title><content type='html'>This post is just another post to burn time and to take a break from the Remembering Sunday series I'm writting. =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent been writting in for ages, I know and I have to apologize due to my busy schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been away in camps for the past 2 weeks or so, and now I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing's haven't really changed much thought. But there were a few unforseen situations but everything's cool for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to miss her alot now and it's been only 14 days. I'm just hoping for the best and that she won't let me down. But even so, I'm prepared to face whatever life will throw at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bring it on! HOHOHO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only when she's not there that you will feel lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only then will you want her back so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only then would you regret what you've done to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then, you'll realise it will be too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;- poem by Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasure your loved ones as much as you want them to treasure you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for not all of ur will live to see the light of the day for eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;And hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;stop this pain tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Miss You by Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1076234652790663337-1480960911406493535?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1480960911406493535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1480960911406493535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1480960911406493535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-sunday.html' title='Another Sunday'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-812882465360918425</id><published>2009-08-31T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>R.S : Aaron Chrome Interview</title><content type='html'>Interviewer: "So what is Aaron's role in this Remembering Sunday series?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, Aaron is a very talented 18 year old teenager who has a very complicating life behind him. Hoping to change for the better, he took a different road in life, hoping to see a change and hopefully make a difference in his life and others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "That's quite a kid.. Just curious, you said Aaron was very talented. In what way is he talented?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Haha. I didn't bring my list. He's actually talented in many different ways and I can confidently say in a lot more ways than an average person would be. However, just to add on a little bit more, this "gift" is balanced by his darker life where he kept at such a low profile, almost no one knew about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Wow. Is that cool or what? Haha. Alright, lets move on shall we? So, in the story, Aaron fell deeply in love with a girl name Juliet Rulle. Could you explain how this came about? As in, what made Aaron fall for her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It definitely wasn't a "love at first sight" situation. In fact he didn't even notice her until they coincidentally keep bumping into each other in camps. (Aaron is very active in school camps as it helps him relieve stress) And after some time, he began developing feelings for Juliet which grew deeper and stronger with every passing day. And there you have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Reminds me when I was still a student back then.."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"The best thing about me is you." - Shannon Crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love covers and surrounds your heart with glass. When broken, the shattered piece of the glass will pierce into the heart. However, like the glass surrounding the heart, it offers extra protection and makes one feel secured and safe.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is long and the night, &lt;br /&gt;the night is yours alone,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries &lt;br /&gt;and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life, &lt;br /&gt;the days and nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody Hurts by R.E.M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-812882465360918425?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/812882465360918425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-interview-on-aaron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/812882465360918425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/812882465360918425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-interview-on-aaron.html' title='R.S : Aaron Chrome Interview'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-5900154184957464579</id><published>2009-08-23T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday: Page 5</title><content type='html'>Aaron's heart was lifted into the sky as he walked out of the examination hall of his last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally! I'm free!" He exclaimed as he made his way to the bus stop with his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, he saw a familiar cute face from afar. As he peered closer, he felt a warm tingling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Aaron." Juliet greeted with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey love, where you headed to?" Aaron cheekily said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe. I'm heading to the underpass." She giggled. "I've got my last paper tomorrow and I haven't study!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bummer. Guess what? I'm done with my papers! I'm free!" He said with a wide grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can talk to her all day.." Aaron thought to himself as he felt a pleasurable sensation in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph.. No fair!" She sulked. "I don't care, I'm gonna enjoy myself after my exams!" She said and stuck out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alrighty then, I have to go. Buhbye!" She said again with a grin and skipped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then walked their separate ways, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;A bittersweet feeling still lingered in Aaron as he reached the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;He has not gotten over his deep feelings for Juliet and by the looks of things, that won't happen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Whenever someone looks hard for something, he never seem to be able to find it. But when he's not looking for it, it always never fail to keep appearing in front of him." Aaron thought as he boarded his bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is the key to almost everything one would do or plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;Be it in a normal day-to-day task, Career, Leisure, Competitive, to even Love (Relationships).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, "Good things come to those who wait."&lt;br /&gt;It does contradict a bit but for better understanding, I shall explain (a brief one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being patient has it's time and period. If you're just beginning to like someone, relax, learn more about her first.&lt;br /&gt;When you're satisfied, don't wait too long. Approach her. After which, if it's a yes, take your time and play your game, you got her! &lt;br /&gt;And if it's a no, don't cry. It's not the end. If you wanna move on, do it; do not linger in the past. If you still want her, be patient let her cool off and go slow on her. Maybe she doesn't have feeling for you now. But no man can read the future accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, single or not, don't rush things. Work at your on pace. It never fail to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**                              **                                    **                           **&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's your career and you have a scheduled deadline, then patience in this sense is to be patient with the things and people you're working with. The last thing you need is to have a fire breaking out in the team.&lt;br /&gt;**                              **                                    **                           **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ;)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamt it'd be this way&lt;br /&gt;I've lost any chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;To say that I miss you, say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please tell me I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't prepared for what's to come&lt;br /&gt;A life made of memories gone so young&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm regretting all I've done&lt;br /&gt;But in your heart know that I'm with you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this could go&lt;br /&gt;And take me away from all I know&lt;br /&gt;And leave me to think I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;But your love will take me, you were the one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who sat through nights&lt;br /&gt;You held me tight&lt;br /&gt;And made sure I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for the love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gone So Young by Amber Pacific&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-5900154184957464579?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5900154184957464579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5900154184957464579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5900154184957464579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-5.html' title='Remembering Sunday: Page 5'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-5902010041047450875</id><published>2009-08-16T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday: Page 4</title><content type='html'>"Another day, another few hours wasted in this shit hole." Aaron thought then smiling to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out into the vast waters surrounding Keppel Island, the picture of Tioman still fresh in his memories, he smiled again on the sweet memories. The sun had long settled into the east and the night has engulfed Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pity that you can hardly see stars in this semi-urban jungle." He thought again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey." Aaron felt a pat on his back. "Why so 'emo'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to see his good friend Kai smiling at him from ear to ear. Kai was Aaron's good friend since high school and they have been close ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh. It's nothing man. Just enjoying the scenery, the breeze, the night. That's all." Aaron said, smiling back at his old mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know something's bothering you man. I've known you since you were thirteen! Now that's five years of experience." Kai said, leaning onto the railing nearby. "So what up dog? What's bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She did not reply to any of my text messages and she hasn't gone online for the past 2 weeks. I really miss her and I think she's trying to avoid me." Aaron finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, relax man. Ya know, if you can't get her, like I said before, there's plenty of fishes out there. And you are a cuisine to them fishes out there. So no worries yeah." Kai patted Aaron's back, trying to make him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't get it do you? This is the first time in countless relationships that I have actually, REALLY fallen for a girl." Aaron tried to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not beautiful, she's not very rich, she's not perfect. But something in me is just attracted to her so badly. I'm blinded to other girls now. I don't see anything in them other than this one girl. If someone did put a spell on me, whoever did it must be really satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're really into this relationship aren't you." Kai spoke, deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yeah I am. I can't stop thinking of her man. Even the thought of it freaks me out sometimes." Aaron shook his head in disbelief. "It's amazing, the power of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deep in thought, Kai patted Aaron on the shoulder again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you and I both know what you must do right now. We've been through shit loads before, this is just another one of em. So never give up nor give in. Be patient, you'll make it out alive. And If you work hard enough, you might just stumble across the key. Don't stress it out to much, relax yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah balls. I hear you man." Aaron said in a softer tone then turning to smile at Kai. "Thanks man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not an easy game to play when it come to the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;It has taken millions of lives, broken billions of hearts and shattered countless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is fair to supply happiness, prosperity, pleasure and even wealth to those who dare to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you love someone, leave 'em. If it's destined, they will come back." - Tupac Shakur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another post. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering whether this blog even has reader's or not. Nobody seems to be commenting!&lt;br /&gt;Is my writing THAT bad? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sadded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Just what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;One kiss&lt;br /&gt;And boom youre the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you come around no more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now&lt;br /&gt;Im crying outside the door of your candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;It started with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now were up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;Im telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the game of love&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Game Of Love by Carlos Santana ft. Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-5902010041047450875?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5902010041047450875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5902010041047450875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/5902010041047450875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-4.html' title='Remembering Sunday: Page 4'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-6786522338114696477</id><published>2009-08-14T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday : Page 3</title><content type='html'>Aaron sat on the sandy beach and gazed out into the orange sunset. His thoughts wondered off to the problems which have been poking into his life. A million thoughts were running through his mind as he thought of work, family, and his friends. He then stopped at a familiar face pictured in his mind, dear Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once bright and sunny sky seemed to have been covered by a great dark velvet. And soon it was glittering with a million sparkling stars. Aaron looked up into the open night. Pictures of him and Juliet flashed in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back then in Tioman Island when both of them, together with a group of other friends, were waiting for their burgers at a coffee shop near the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet," Aaron took her by the hand and led her away from the crowd. "Look up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! It's beautiful!" Juliet exclaimed as she gazed up into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were standing under a beautiful array of stars scattered throughout the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen such a beautiful sight." She said again, turning to Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither have I my dear." Aaron said, as he looked deep into her sparkling brown eyes. "Neither have I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron took her hand and led her to the beach where they stood, hand in hand, under the starry  night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a heart wrenching pain shook Aaron from his reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet, I swear I won't give up nor give in." Aaron thought to himself, trying to control the unbearable pain inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I missed that opportunity. I was so stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wait to let fate decide. For time will never wait for anyone, and fate will never be on your side if you do not try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, tell him/her so. Only then you will have the answer you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it to yourself will only create mixed feelings and misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one will be up soon, keep tuned in  :)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wait For You by Elliot Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-6786522338114696477?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6786522338114696477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6786522338114696477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6786522338114696477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-3.html' title='Remembering Sunday : Page 3'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-6040487684530723026</id><published>2009-08-12T04:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday : Page 2</title><content type='html'>Staring at his Web Messenger, Aaron gave a long sigh and shook his head. He felt as if the sky had fallen on him and he was left to support it on his back. He could not explain why he was feeling useless all of a sudden. His thoughts lingered from his work, jumped to his family, then to his friends. It then stopped at a familiar face, Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you.. What are you up to?" Aaron typed, hoping to have a chat with dear Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no reply. He waited patiently, occasionally forgetting his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It clearly stated in the Web Messenger software that she was logged in. But why is she not replying?" He asked himself. "Was it because of last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet was known to rarely reply to any messages on her Web Messenger and even her cell phone. This situation was not surprising to Aaron but his heart fears that he might have made a mistake on the night of his confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour passed, but still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she might be busy or away, he went to continue his own chores. Three hours passed and it was late in the evening. A chat box popped up on Aaron's computer desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. I was away from my lappie*. I just woke up. Haha!" Was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron smiled, feeling the warm tickle inside of him as he read the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. No worries :) " He typed, still smiling at the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Written by - Chatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be just a simple reply to one party, but to another, it is all they are looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple reply can do wonders just like, how a smile can create a difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation of the previous very very very short story. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoped you enjoyed it.. Comments are appreciated. :D&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I wonder just where you are&lt;br /&gt;You feel a million miles away(I wonder just where you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Or something I never did?&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way?(Was it something I did?)&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Coz every time I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Coz every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;What it takes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it I swear&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again.&lt;br /&gt;Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Tongue Tied by FaberDrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-6040487684530723026?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6040487684530723026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6040487684530723026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6040487684530723026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday-page-2.html' title='Remembering Sunday : Page 2'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-6960717386339697685</id><published>2009-08-11T01:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a factual love story of a boy who fell deeply in love with a girl..&lt;br /&gt;I'll name the boy, Aaron Crome. The girl will be Juliet Rulle.  Enjoy.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain poured down heavily on the Lion City, just a day after its 44th Birthday. Aaron sat on his study chair as he gazed out the window into the blurry view of the surrounding HDB apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still not alright." His heart told Aaron. "I can't stay in peace without turning back into the past. I need an answer soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday turned out to be a day of relief and nervousness for Aaron. Whatever happened yesterday was totally uncalled for and was truly the confession of a wet paper heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I'm gonna miss you when you fly off to China." He said, as he turn his head to look at the girl of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww. That's so sweet of you." She blushed. "Erm.. After this, our friendship.. It won't break right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it will never break. You know that." He smiled reassuringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought we were only good friends?" She asked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I was hoping we could be more than just good friends." He replied, looking deeply into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was in a tragic heartfelt state. He has never loved someone so deeply before. And now, for the first time, he was lost; he did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, I really do." He thought to himself. "Why can't you just love me back the same way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you at least think about it? Please?"He asked, hoping she would give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'll think about it, while I'm away in China. I have to concentrate on exams now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were boys, born to be men.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure, be it boys or men, we will always have a heart for the ladies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that? Leave a comment and let me know. I intend to write a longer piece but I was running outta time. So this'll do for now. Will write more when I'm back.. I have to start writing again to improve my English. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you enjoyed my very very very short story..  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow&lt;br /&gt;To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And spend every moment I had with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Confess all the faith that I had in you&lt;br /&gt;I had in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To late, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;and lonely&lt;br /&gt;another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now&lt;br /&gt;against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words so sing along for me baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Cheers for Five Year - MayDay Parade&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/1076234652790663337-6960717386339697685?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6960717386339697685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6960717386339697685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/6960717386339697685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/08/remembering-sunday.html' title='Remembering Sunday'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-4990575961133124228</id><published>2009-07-22T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>(Opera voice when a light from heaven shines down to earth)&lt;br /&gt;*Haaaaaaa...............*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been enlightened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really 'enlightened' actually. More of, was reminded.&lt;br /&gt;I think it fits better when I say, "I was revived back from the dead!" o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was revived back from the dead. I have been living in my coffin, buried six feet under. Pushing up daisies for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Chatt is BACK YO! and he is better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks to the closest brother I've had, Mr. Sean C. Garver for his ears, wisdom and constant reminders of what I use to tell him back in the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Chatt is my name and hell, don't ever try to play me in my GAME! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, and its time to get back down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear beloved, lets take a walk shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RRIIIINNNGG!! (And my mum called me)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! what a nice timing.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-4990575961133124228?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4990575961133124228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/enlightenment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/4990575961133124228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/4990575961133124228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-1517964403500687792</id><published>2009-07-17T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>If money grew on trees..</title><content type='html'>If only money grew on trees, I swear my whole room will be a jungle of money trees.&lt;br /&gt;If only the games we play, the money we earn in those games can be redeemed for real money.&lt;br /&gt;If only these were true, I'd be living a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;No worries for the rest of my life. Hakunamatatta!&lt;br /&gt;Hangin loose brah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But No. The world is never that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know, we all know, that economy is still facing its financial crisis and countries are still trying to recover from the big, recent recession blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also know that, we as teenagers need money to survive.&lt;br /&gt;For shopping, Food, accessories, Food, transportation fee, More Food, personal interests, even more Food, and extra tidbits and loads of Food! when we go out.&lt;br /&gt;With that, you could technically say that I've been 6 feet under, pushing up daisies for a few months now and still pushing strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, where did all my money run off to!?  (I dunno, you tell me. I'm just a reader!)&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm asking to myself.. -.- (Ouh, I knew that. Haha! And you thought I was really talking to you! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself again.. Damn it. Think straight.. *knocks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, eventhough my face is a wall. But I still feel the guilt whenever I ask my parents for money. Especially when I have to top up my ezlink card almost every week.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly go out thanks to this money problem. And I was suppose to get $150 from a friend today. But he hasn't gotten his pay yet. I sure hope I receive it soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've got lotsa stuff to pay man. Damn balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1076234652790663337-1517964403500687792?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1517964403500687792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-money-grew-on-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1517964403500687792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/1517964403500687792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-money-grew-on-trees.html' title='If money grew on trees..'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1076234652790663337.post-3573089520749972903</id><published>2009-07-16T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:17:12.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back then'/><title type='text'>Look me in the eyes.</title><content type='html'>Shit, this is the first time something this bad has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;What the Fuck is wrong with me?! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I really need a chill pill right now, if there's such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even stressed with school no more. I just want this over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;My dear beloved, please, open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Really, look at me in the eyes, and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;there with open arms&lt;br /&gt;It's empty tonight and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get me through this one&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing again&lt;br /&gt;These letters to you, aren't much I know&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sleeping, you're not here&lt;br /&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Where do you run to so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Letters To You by Finch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &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/1076234652790663337-3573089520749972903?l=pichatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3573089520749972903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-me-in-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/3573089520749972903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1076234652790663337/posts/default/3573089520749972903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pichatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-me-in-eyes.html' title='Look me in the eyes.'/><author><name>Aiden Chatt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101532183997406334263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0oG8VmidsnY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kUvMt-5oDk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
