<?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-482101681501729803</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:53:33.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces Of A Broken Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm telling a true story ... of my broken heart.
Each pieces are worth for being loved.
And I'm collecting them to tell you a painful story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nukichan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482101681501729803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nukichan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07065251428196141732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://pics3.vampirefreaks.com/F/Fr/Fre/Frea_ki/19949778.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482101681501729803.post-2402155358239681784</id><published>2007-08-29T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:35:47.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day I saw you</title><content type='html'>It was a same old cold day in Chandigarh, India.&lt;br /&gt;I was there for a week already but I just did not get used to the weather yet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was the same.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning with my friend, had same breakfast everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Career Matrix, a place where we were studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I remembered everyone there already.&lt;br /&gt;The class began, there were only my friend and I as usual.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, I saw a tall - good looking guy walked inside the class.&lt;br /&gt;He said he was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face and looked at the mysterious guy.&lt;br /&gt;He was tall, very tall. His skin was very white. His nose was big but it did not look ugly with him. In fact, it made him looks so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;His lips were way sexy. And his eyes were too attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not take my eyes off this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and introduce himself to my friend, then me.&lt;br /&gt;He was very polite and his voice was very low so I could not hear him properly.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend in my own language about him.&lt;br /&gt;My friend agreed with me that this guy is way too attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very hard crush on this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too shy to turn and look at him even when he was sitting almost next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just that stupid chair between us separate us. I wish I could kick it away somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend how much I am into this unknown guy. My friend was smiling as if he knows everything very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class was over, my friend went to introduce himself to that guy. I was only watching from behind. But we could not catch his name clearly becaust it was not our language and his voice was very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class began again, I was doing my work on my table alone. My friend went out to browse the internet and left me alone with that adorable guy in the class!&lt;br /&gt;I was very very shy! I did not know what to speak with him so I just kept on doing my work quietly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... (Is there somebody saying something?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm ... &lt;strong&gt;Excuse me.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... (Me???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face around the room, nobody was there except me ... and HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes!? You called me?" I asked him surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm yes. Ahhh ... what's your name?" Again, his voice was too low so I could not hear! OH my God ... He is talking to me!?&lt;br /&gt;".. Pardon?"&lt;br /&gt;He moved closer to me and as I did too. "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Finally I catched his words.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm Ki."&lt;br /&gt;My name is weird. No matter which country I am in. I need to repeat my name at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;"... What?" See, he really did not catch my name.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, it is Ki. Spelling is K - I . But you can call me Gic too. According to my agency pronounciation anyway." I guessed I just gave him a huge confusion. His face said to me that he could not understand a thing about my weird name.&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me Gic. Okay?" It is better go off that way.&lt;br /&gt;He nodded his head slowly then I asked, "And what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Harpreet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that I can catch his name?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;"Har .... what??" I felt like I am such a dumb ass. Why did I ask him such a stupid question!? Oh my God now he would hate me for ever!&lt;br /&gt;"It's Harpreet. H-A-R-P-R-E-E-T." He repeated.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he repeated it too fast so I could not understand a single thing excapt that H begins and end up with something. But to not make myself even dumber, "Oh okay. Nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;It was riddiculous how we just could not understand each other's name.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think it was a good start for us.&lt;br /&gt;And, NO, I still did not know his name until a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we end up only this much?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I supposed so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482101681501729803-2402155358239681784?l=nukichan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nukichan.blogspot.com/feeds/2402155358239681784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482101681501729803&amp;postID=2402155358239681784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482101681501729803/posts/default/2402155358239681784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482101681501729803/posts/default/2402155358239681784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nukichan.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-i-saw-you.html' title='First Day I saw you'/><author><name>Ki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07065251428196141732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://pics3.vampirefreaks.com/F/Fr/Fre/Frea_ki/19949778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
