<?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-3215801003626136942</id><updated>2012-01-03T18:34:30.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded Light</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3031815500755993157</id><published>2011-12-04T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:09:02.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In time</title><content type='html'>After each and every "wait", "I am busy", "next time", I have finally come to terms with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have enough time to spare for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have time to wipe my tears away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have time to hear my joy, my laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have time to understand my sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have time to visit me when I am sick and injured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have time to talk to me like how a couple does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never gonna have enough time for me like he promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is never never never gonna have time for this entire relationship that I've been trying so hard to hang on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, it is all for our future,&lt;b&gt; in time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when time isn't given at all, can I still hold true to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3031815500755993157?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3031815500755993157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3031815500755993157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3031815500755993157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3031815500755993157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-time.html' title='In time'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4184064669402401706</id><published>2011-11-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:59:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>600th and true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-briixVz67is/Tsuqp4X2aGI/AAAAAAAABww/j1Q5E8QviiQ/s1600/time.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-briixVz67is/Tsuqp4X2aGI/AAAAAAAABww/j1Q5E8QviiQ/s400/time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677819391714420834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4184064669402401706?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4184064669402401706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4184064669402401706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4184064669402401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4184064669402401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/600th-and-true.html' title='600th and true'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-briixVz67is/Tsuqp4X2aGI/AAAAAAAABww/j1Q5E8QviiQ/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3031823693407755253</id><published>2011-11-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:09:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uImyUjExx7w/TskYDsU2qKI/AAAAAAAABwk/ndi1vEtho1o/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uImyUjExx7w/TskYDsU2qKI/AAAAAAAABwk/ndi1vEtho1o/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677095256994523298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder how it will be like if it's without him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3031823693407755253?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3031823693407755253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3031823693407755253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3031823693407755253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3031823693407755253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-really-do.html' title='I really do'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uImyUjExx7w/TskYDsU2qKI/AAAAAAAABwk/ndi1vEtho1o/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3140499011817662249</id><published>2011-11-20T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:27:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzCPy4M9Cy8/TsjWFrTH-TI/AAAAAAAABwY/1uZFS3JbPS0/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzCPy4M9Cy8/TsjWFrTH-TI/AAAAAAAABwY/1uZFS3JbPS0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677022723311139122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3140499011817662249?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3140499011817662249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3140499011817662249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3140499011817662249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3140499011817662249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzCPy4M9Cy8/TsjWFrTH-TI/AAAAAAAABwY/1uZFS3JbPS0/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8251196572608266840</id><published>2011-11-19T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:59:41.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvlyeby2uxw/TseoNXQkDWI/AAAAAAAABwM/8z4-dSWIaWE/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvlyeby2uxw/TseoNXQkDWI/AAAAAAAABwM/8z4-dSWIaWE/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676690802859052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8251196572608266840?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8251196572608266840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8251196572608266840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8251196572608266840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8251196572608266840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/right-here-with-you.html' title='Right here with you'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvlyeby2uxw/TseoNXQkDWI/AAAAAAAABwM/8z4-dSWIaWE/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-869984156202532108</id><published>2011-11-07T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:21:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes that's me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnFEkaUJQCk/TrdOonIN0rI/AAAAAAAABv8/ee15FOqxUMk/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnFEkaUJQCk/TrdOonIN0rI/AAAAAAAABv8/ee15FOqxUMk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672088715301606066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daUvm0U1T84/TrdOoaqx0LI/AAAAAAAABv0/6awvufMVIHE/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daUvm0U1T84/TrdOoaqx0LI/AAAAAAAABv0/6awvufMVIHE/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672088711956910258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-869984156202532108?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/869984156202532108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=869984156202532108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/869984156202532108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/869984156202532108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-thats-me.html' title='Yes that&apos;s me.'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnFEkaUJQCk/TrdOonIN0rI/AAAAAAAABv8/ee15FOqxUMk/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3611648751169197739</id><published>2011-11-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:28:32.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur and the Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So he offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; but, if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;The question was: &lt;strong&gt;What do women really want&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. Since it was better than death, however, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;In all, he spoke with everyone but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. What most people did tell him was to consult the old witch, as only she would know the answer. The price would be high, since the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he'd have to accept her price first: the old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Young Arthur was horrified: she was hunchbacked and awfully hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage water, and often made obscene noises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;He had never run across such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. He relented, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur's question:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What a woman really wants is to be able to be in charge of her own life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it went. The neighboring monarch spared Arthur's life and granted him total freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display. She ate with her hands, belched and farted, and made everyone uncomfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;The wedding night approached. Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific night, entered the bedroom. What a sight awaited! The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen lay before him! Gawain was astounded and asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her (when she'd been a witch), half the time she would be her horrible, deformed self, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;She asked him which would he want her to be during the day and which during the night?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;What a cruel question!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Gawain began to think of his predicament: during the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old spooky witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman to enjoy many intimate moments?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;What would YOU do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;What Gawain chose follows below, but DON'T read it until you've made your own choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;scroll down...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her and had let her be in charge of her own life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;What is the moral of this story?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;The moral is that it doesn't matter if your woman is pretty or ugly, smart or dumb. Underneath it all, she's still a witch. And if you try to control her life, things will get ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3611648751169197739?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3611648751169197739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3611648751169197739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3611648751169197739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3611648751169197739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/11/king-arthur-and-witch.html' title='King Arthur and the Witch'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6318543416601122538</id><published>2011-10-28T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T21:52:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared, fearful, frightened</title><content type='html'>Today I had a really bad day in school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did really really badly for OP, and it was really disappointing because I thought I would do fine (not very good, but at least manageable). Who knew I screwed it up so badly. Though Ms Ng didn't openly criticized me and tried to put it in a nice way, I know that what she really meant is that I failed every category of OP. Obviously, the grading slip were ticks with all AE on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perhaps I did so badly she forgot to ask me Q&amp;amp;A question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i'm such a failure. Why can't I just be brave enough to face people and talk loudly to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, and I feel really so stressed. I have been repressing and repressing all these myself. Because the people around me are all stressed, I can't possibly leave them there and tell them I'm actually facing the same or more stress than them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention I must finish editing OP slides + script as well as I&amp;amp;R by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a very bad headache after such a bad day. Fell asleep during the journey home on the bus. When I went home, I totally collapsed on my bed because I was so tired. Then I realized I can't sleep well at all because of the headache, but I slept an uneasy sleep for a short while though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, my headache got worse. And not only that, I felt really so unwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just so abnormally unwell. I felt my pulse and my heart was beating so quickly. Really really so quickly. I tried to force myself up but I felt so weak and giddy. In the end I still woke up, but I felt so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my first time like that and I have absolutely no idea why I have been feeling so sick these few days. I don't even feel like going out to shopping or whatsoever (which is abnormally if you think about it) because I know I can't walk long distance like before. I used to enjoy long shopping trips but now I know I will feel unwell just walking for a short while. I can even feel unwell just after eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what is wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what people would say if I tell them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6318543416601122538?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6318543416601122538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6318543416601122538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6318543416601122538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6318543416601122538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/10/scared-fearful-frightened.html' title='Scared, fearful, frightened'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4426472277335133085</id><published>2011-10-27T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:10:29.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>my health is deteriorating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never felt giddiness or nausea a few days consecutively except the days when I were younger. It felt like some sort of relapse because it didn't happen for quite some time (except for those occasional happenings). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I should tell people around me. But I know all I'll get is "Aiyah, it's because you eat so little! Should eat more!" or "You think too much lah". It's either dismissing my worries, ignoring my fear, or simply diverting the whole situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand my own health better than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4426472277335133085?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4426472277335133085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4426472277335133085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4426472277335133085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4426472277335133085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-9069866323165760804</id><published>2011-10-27T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:21:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to</title><content type='html'>This is a story of a girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where she recollects her feelings for a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she was younger, she used to go online on msn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used to stare at her phone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping one of his messages would miraculous appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... one day. They got together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he wasn't messaging her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would be on msn to talk or webcam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does not have to hope anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then things changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never go onto msn anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the messages she received became lesser and lesser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she hoped for the phone calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was always the phone call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she did not hope anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The phone calls became lesser and lesser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shorter and shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, he started using oovoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she went online on oovoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because she knew he would be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she felt so happy whenever he was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never went onto oovoo anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she always talk to him on facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because she knew he would be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was never online on facebook chat anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she hope, and she hope and she hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things never changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-9069866323165760804?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/9069866323165760804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=9069866323165760804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9069866323165760804'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is also a girl's agonising nightmare to know that her boyfriend don't enjoy being with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4879006777452655833?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4879006777452655833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4879006777452655833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4879006777452655833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4879006777452655833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/10/girl.html' title='A girl'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-485103530048831776</id><published>2011-10-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:16:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315680_284388368251535_117902604900113_1052731_796068515_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 492px; height: 556px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315680_284388368251535_117902604900113_1052731_796068515_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314341_265817763459655_195763793798386_730351_1985652257_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 699px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314341_265817763459655_195763793798386_730351_1985652257_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-485103530048831776?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/485103530048831776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=485103530048831776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/485103530048831776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/485103530048831776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-sweetness.html' title='Random sweetness'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1541530131941068095</id><published>2011-10-01T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:43:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今生因你痴狂。</title><content type='html'>次爱天下无双。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the 神鵰俠侶mood. Ehem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1541530131941068095?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1541530131941068095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1541530131941068095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1541530131941068095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1541530131941068095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='今生因你痴狂。'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-836159184311008077</id><published>2011-09-25T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:41:41.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What she really want/need/mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;... -Kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dummy cause she thinks shes stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;-Grab her and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough&lt;br /&gt;-Kiss her and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;-Ask her whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she refused to tell you what's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;-Wait and be patient, comfort her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;-Give her your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;-Pull her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;-Tell her she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;-Just hold her and don't say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;-Sneak up and hug her waist from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;-Protect her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;When she tells you she needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;-She probably really need you more than anyone else at that instance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hoodie&lt;br /&gt;-Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;-Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;-Reassure her that everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;-Back yourself up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she loves you&lt;br /&gt;-she really does more than you can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;-Hold her's and play with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you&lt;br /&gt;-Bump into her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;-Keep it safe and untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;-dont look away until she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says it's over&lt;br /&gt;-she still wants you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;-she wants you to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is:&lt;br /&gt;"Whose ass am i kicking,BABY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when she tickle u&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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want/need/mean'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6890509985003544504</id><published>2011-09-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:07:01.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FKX1Eq-U938" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6890509985003544504?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511748575_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511748575_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511750384_000.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511752103_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 454px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.sinaimg.cn/middle/4932d0c24713e9b431fc8&amp;amp;690" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://s9.sinaimg.cn/middle/4932d0c24713e9b431fc8&amp;amp;690" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511753704_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511753704_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511755625_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511755625_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511757454_000.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511759305_000.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511761020_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511761020_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511762834_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511762834_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511764508_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511764508_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511766732_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511766732_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511768925_000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 454px;" src="http://img1.soufun.com/bbs/2007_12/01/sh/1196511768925_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's like the pig. So silly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source: http://shbbs.soufun.com/joke~3~3695/55969859_55969859.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6293568324686690409?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6293568324686690409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6293568324686690409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6293568324686690409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6293568324686690409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='两只猪猪的爱情故事'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2695999148617893435</id><published>2011-09-03T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:17:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xz32I_GbpeU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-2695999148617893435?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2695999148617893435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2695999148617893435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2695999148617893435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2695999148617893435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-wish.html' title='My wish'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xz32I_GbpeU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-944217026469553227</id><published>2011-09-02T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:03:18.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Is knowing you're with me,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and knowing my&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dream&lt;/b&gt; is getting closer and closer as each day goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-944217026469553227?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/944217026469553227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=944217026469553227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/944217026469553227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/944217026469553227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8311515629897463956</id><published>2011-08-31T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:29:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to the moon, try to get to you</title><content type='html'>In hopes you're on the other side,&lt;div&gt;talking to me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I a fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who sits alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to the Moon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8311515629897463956?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8311515629897463956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8311515629897463956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8311515629897463956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8311515629897463956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/08/talking-to-moon-try-to-get-to-you.html' title='Talking to the moon, try to get to you'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4299072317363573641</id><published>2011-08-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:00:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>For I don't belong here, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4299072317363573641?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4299072317363573641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4299072317363573641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4299072317363573641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4299072317363573641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/08/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4957426994724482561</id><published>2011-08-06T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:31:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vega &amp; Altair</title><content type='html'>I see you everywhere.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I go online on Facebook, it's all you on my top news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I open the refrigerator, I see the remaining tidbits that you gave to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I lie on my bed, there's picture of you beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I open my inbox, the first name that appears is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I listen to songs in my phone, its all songs that reminds me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I simply walk around in my room, the living room, the kitchen, there's the memories of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am in school, I can't help but wonder what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am outside, I would whip out my phone to text you, whether you reply or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I have good news to share, the first person I want to tell is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I feel so damn upset about everything, I would want to find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I close my eyes, it's still all you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I am supposed to bear with this? When you're all around me, but yet you're nowhere near me, when I can't feel you, talk to you, see you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, how... ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4957426994724482561?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4957426994724482561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4957426994724482561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4957426994724482561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4957426994724482561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/08/vega-altair.html' title='Vega &amp; Altair'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-7092426588438019705</id><published>2011-08-05T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:42:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You: my Past, Present &amp; Future</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a boy &amp;amp; a girl just experience the transition between Primary School &amp;amp; Secondary School. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl was very worried; she's naturally afraid of people &amp;amp; she has heard many scary stories about gangsters in school. But hoping to have a good start, she tried hard to interact with people around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, the class were doing a project regarding the Yellow Ribbon Association, whereby everyone was supposed to make yellow ribbons (duh!). The girl took out her ruler and started measuring the rolls of ribbons that was supposed to make the yellow ribbon. (...erm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, the boy appeared and criticised her. He said "Eh... you in secondary school already leh... still use this kind of childish ruler. Childish!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl felt very indignant and pissed off. So she rebuked "Why cannot use? You think very childish ah? Then you buy for me another one lah!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy was shocked at her unexpected reply, but he quickly response with "Why must I buy for you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO AM I TO YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, he was nobody to her at that point in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure the boy didn't know that 3 years after, he would be the most important person to her. The person that would not only buy ruler for her, but would be willing to do so many, so many things for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure the girl didn't know that 3 years after, the boy whom she had the worst first impression of would be her dearest soulmate, the one she needs so much so much. The one she cries at night because of how much she misses him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody knows what's going to happen in 3 years' time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm certain that in 3 years' time, after a long, long separation, the boy &amp;amp; the girl would be back together once again. Perhaps like how they've met... a feeling of miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracle.. sweet loveliness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-7092426588438019705?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/7092426588438019705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=7092426588438019705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7092426588438019705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7092426588438019705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-my-past-present-future.html' title='You: my Past, Present &amp; Future'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-9194756436729144531</id><published>2011-07-18T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:18:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pervertic Harassment Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna Lim Yi Qing says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna Lim Yi Qing says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna Lim Yi Qing says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are yi Qing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lim yi qing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna Lim Yi Qing says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wan to suck my dick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not very long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna Lim Yi Qing says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you wan to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not v painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to chat horny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun mind lick your pussy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz your breast flat cannot squeeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan just sent you a nudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan just sent you a nudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan just sent you a nudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Tan says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another pervertic encounter. I thought that fellow is my bro's friend -_- all the while. Since they have the same name. Anyway, why all the pervy all say I got small breasts? I mean seriously, -_- ITS OFFENDING!!!!! Argh. Idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not TUNA DUMBASS #$&amp;amp;#*(&amp;amp;$Q#()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, girls, the asshole's email is jasontanlw@yahoo.com.sg  . Whether it's his email or not, keep a look out for him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-9194756436729144531?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/9194756436729144531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=9194756436729144531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9194756436729144531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9194756436729144531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/07/pervertic-harassment-part-3.html' title='Pervertic Harassment Part 3'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6275175944311871693</id><published>2011-05-15T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:39:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN DO IT!</title><content type='html'>If korkor can spend 2 horrible years in NS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SPEND 2 HORRIBLE YEARS IN JC TOO! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(55, 21, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (ノ&amp;gt;&amp;lt;)ノ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing nothing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but cry for my own failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my broken promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8229482831240420702?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8229482831240420702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8229482831240420702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8229482831240420702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can't drink water 'cause once I do it I'll only be drinking blood. Obviously I can't eat anything too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wasn't pain in the process of extracting my tooth... but once the anesthetic wears off... hoho... it's hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The empty socket continued bleeding profusely for 7 hours ..till 1AM+ ... and I couldn't sleep because the blood kept flowing out of my mouth. Had to spit all the blood out in the basin and I feel I look like a blood sucker when I look in the mirror :( my entire mouth was filled w/ blood. Changed tissue every few minutes because the dental clinic v kiamsiap, only gave me 2 extra gauze. Haih. Stayed up ... but in the end I buay tahan and fell asleep... my pillow got stained with blood )': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;: PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are still bleeding :( and I have to spit out blood w/ saliva every other minute. Idk why other than the socket, the part where I was injected the anesthetic hurts a lot too. In fact it swelled up and caused me to have difficulty opening my mouth/ talking. Went back to the dentist and she gave me another day's MC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Daddy cooked porridge for me (with salmon! yay!) but even eating favourite food is a torture :( Opening my mouth and chewing is like, :( horribly painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And what's worst is I couldn't go for judo camp and missed out a lot of things. It's not that I want to go judo camp in the first place lah, but I felt really bad because Hui Yu would be alone :( I hope she found some partner there!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And when school starts im most probably the only person with white belt. haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I had to trouble Sylvene to pass me the maths notes :( which I felt v bad too because I was supposed to pass it to her one, not the other way round. Haih :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And and, I can't do daily routine with Roger because I can't talk. :( which is really damn sad because it has become a routine le mah x.x not doing it makes it feel weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAIH. And I thought tooth extract wasn't some big deal in the first place. &lt;b&gt;BUT IT IS.&lt;/b&gt; :( Sian. I want to drink Each-A-Cup!! With lots of pearl!! BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE I'M NOT ALLOWED TO USE STRAW. &lt;i&gt;Because it will prolong the bleeding. And cause some painful thingy called dry socket. &lt;/i&gt;Argh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3316156070492337489?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3316156070492337489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3316156070492337489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3316156070492337489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3316156070492337489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/03/tooth-extract.html' title='Tooth extract'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-7149878453215389143</id><published>2011-03-10T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:18:33.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>If I dedicated this song to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lU0ihOCfxu8?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you reply me with this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z8M77rC-WSc?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already know the answer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-7149878453215389143?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/7149878453215389143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=7149878453215389143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>The best thing in life is knowing the only one you love, actually loves you back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4946493198624880464?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4946493198624880464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4946493198624880464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4946493198624880464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4946493198624880464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8738937113378968227</id><published>2011-03-04T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:14:31.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After first</title><content type='html'>Second.&lt;div&gt;Thats what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I always am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing compared to your first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet not the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's all I am to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8738937113378968227?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8738937113378968227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8738937113378968227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8738937113378968227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8738937113378968227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-first.html' title='After first'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1430756925335131241</id><published>2011-03-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:35:33.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I want you and you are not here. I pause&lt;br /&gt;in this garden, breathing the colour thought is&lt;br /&gt;before language into still air. Even your name&lt;br /&gt;is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again&lt;br /&gt;and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer&lt;br /&gt;than the words I have you say you said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereever you are now, inside my head you fix me&lt;br /&gt;with a look, standing here whilst cool late light&lt;br /&gt;dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,&lt;br /&gt;inventing love, until the calls of nightjars&lt;br /&gt;interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,&lt;br /&gt;into memory. The stars are filming us for no one&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/3215801003626136942-1430756925335131241?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1430756925335131241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1430756925335131241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1430756925335131241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1430756925335131241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/03/miles-away.html' title='Miles away'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-490309687164445216</id><published>2011-02-28T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:04:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ijkcad1sVKU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that I made a vow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would never let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean it then, I mean it now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to tell you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-490309687164445216?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/490309687164445216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=490309687164445216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/490309687164445216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/490309687164445216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-wanna-fight.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna fight'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ijkcad1sVKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3852253072028167491</id><published>2011-02-20T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:19:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For I've long forgotten how happiness feels like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;离开时，总会放慢脚步&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;幻想那熟悉的脚步声。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;随着我的影子跟来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;小心聆听周围。。。脚步声呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;会来的。。它也会带来温暖的拥抱，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;轻声地安慰。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;终点。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;始终没有脚步声的身影。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;转身，你会在我的背后吧。。。？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;给我奇迹般的惊喜，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;告诉我你都知道，你都懂，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;让我沉醉在你的怀抱。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;可是你不在。。。你不在。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;你不知道，你也不会想要知道。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;我离开，是要被挽回。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;所以我不说了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;不想了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;不等了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;再也不等了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3852253072028167491?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3852253072028167491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3852253072028167491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3852253072028167491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3852253072028167491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-ive-long-forgotten-how-happiness.html' title='For I&apos;ve long forgotten how happiness feels like'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8232748269438253112</id><published>2011-02-20T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:29:37.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words, Wide Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(139, 69, 19); font-family: georgia, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;The room is turning slowly away from the moon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;In one of the tenses I am singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;La la la la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAROL ANN DUFFY 1955-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8232748269438253112?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8232748269438253112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8232748269438253112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8232748269438253112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8232748269438253112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-wide-night.html' title='Words, Wide Night'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6978232627937061335</id><published>2011-02-17T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:33:41.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The precious past</title><content type='html'>Everything is so wrong now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I could go back to the past, make everything turn right. Perhaps I would be happier now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate feeling so left out and lonely... so many times I felt like crying yet have to put on a false front in front of everyone. Everyone is like strangers... and I hate myself for being unable to speak up and make friends. I am me, yet my circumstance is forcing me to change myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being with my best friend so much. At least someone was there to listen. I miss going home with my boyfriend.. it felt so safe. I miss my lovely teachers so much. Why didn't I cherish them more? I miss my warm class... whereby I don't have to hide my true self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must everything turn out this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life seem so meaningless now... all I could see is a path where I have to walk alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6978232627937061335?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6978232627937061335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6978232627937061335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6978232627937061335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6978232627937061335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/02/precious-past.html' title='The precious past'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-921418997754964634</id><published>2011-02-04T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:45:58.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year 2011</title><content type='html'>Been crying for 2 consecutive days since Chu yi till today. &lt;br /&gt;Wonder if tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-921418997754964634?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/921418997754964634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=921418997754964634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/921418997754964634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/921418997754964634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year-2011.html' title='New year 2011'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2240457991594698513</id><published>2011-01-15T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:58:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of a day when I'll be sitting in a cafe with my girls ... chatting and talking about our lives, just like the scenes in SATC.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day when it's alright for both parties to meet without any negative consequences happening soon after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day when people around me will be supportive... be true to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more conflicts between either sides... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more being sandwiched in between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more choosing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But having the best of both worlds...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess this isn't going to happen. &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/3215801003626136942-2240457991594698513?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2240457991594698513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2240457991594698513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2240457991594698513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2240457991594698513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2011/01/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1083599484397718039</id><published>2010-12-31T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:37:50.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some important/ unforgettable events that happened in 2010 :) Not in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. My sweet 16 :D (as a matter of fact, it is also important to note that I&lt;br /&gt;rebonded my hair for the second time in 2010 as shown in the pic below, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Lb17uCKI/AAAAAAAABvE/JIleejaCUGA/s1600/P1100142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Lb17uCKI/AAAAAAAABvE/JIleejaCUGA/s400/P1100142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556821194439526562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Grad Nite :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3LbXVGOGI/AAAAAAAABu0/Kd2uL4YrM9I/s400/P1100071.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556821186224470114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Started watching One Piece (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Jzp1xWHI/AAAAAAAABuk/Bz7VVBe-Nd4/s400/One-Piece-one-piece-5727708-1920-1200.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556819404486957170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Grad ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Jz1gXcDI/AAAAAAAABus/VRthT1XM-B4/s400/PA080094.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556819407618404402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Pin's birthday party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3JzW5XQCI/AAAAAAAABuc/HSIjiCCHHq8/s400/P1240227.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556819399401750562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Roger's birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also got our first couple ring on that day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Jy7R0gxI/AAAAAAAABuU/7g8bakY-y6g/s400/IMAG0086.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556819391988138770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Getting into a relationship &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh. erm. *blush*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3JysENpWI/AAAAAAAABuM/bTJXfZqoU6U/s400/IMAG0096.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556819387904533858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Celebrating our half year ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3LbqRynkI/AAAAAAAABu8/ajltv_jyXfk/s400/PC230248.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556821191310876226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. O levels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-____- this is one scary and really unforgettable moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Job experience at Thai Express and YMCA&lt;br /&gt;Which includes some :( one for the former and extreme anger at the latter -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that is about it. Maybe there're others but I can't remember. :( and I realised I'm nearing my birthday too ): *worried* growing older ... I don't know why but I just refuse to turn 17!!!!!!! It's like getting older and walking out of your sweet 16 milestone. :( :( aaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1083599484397718039?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1083599484397718039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1083599484397718039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1083599484397718039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1083599484397718039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/12/events-2010.html' title='Events 2010'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TR3Lb17uCKI/AAAAAAAABvE/JIleejaCUGA/s72-c/P1100142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3693694457594285567</id><published>2010-12-28T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:01:30.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbbDnD-I-q8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbbDnD-I-q8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(: Wanted to watch this movie the first time I saw the trailer. But unfortunately, I missed the show -_- ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But thank goodness there is something called xinmsn now LOL!! So I watched it today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly speaking, the show isn't very awesome, there is nothing exciting about it. But for emotional people like me, I have to admit that it is a very touching and inspiring show. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cried while watching this show, but I think it has nothing to do with the plot itself. Uhm, maybe yes a little, but it reminded me of some sad past I think the xiao xiao bin very cute! Haha :D the dog too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and I like the main theme haha :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEMquLEG4fQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEMquLEG4fQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hebe sang it. Nice lyrics &amp;amp; melody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3693694457594285567?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3693694457594285567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3693694457594285567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3693694457594285567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3693694457594285567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found.'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-749463292882359023</id><published>2010-12-14T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:23:27.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slap in the face</title><content type='html'>I lost all my confidence today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I thought wasn't, was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not ready to face this slicing truth just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-749463292882359023?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/749463292882359023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=749463292882359023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/749463292882359023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/749463292882359023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/12/slap-in-face.html' title='A slap in the face'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6625384613870332632</id><published>2010-12-13T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:48:47.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things about people I don't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Gaining popularity &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This can come in a lot of form: by blogs, by adorning oneself with branded goods, by licking people's boots to gain their favours...etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By blogs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens when people want their blogs to be viewed by their friends (or in the hopes that their entries will somehow gain recognition from the public). So they go to their friends' blogs and tagged some very superficial greetings, hoping that their friends will return favours to go to their blogs to tag them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Say, if they tag 10 friends, and all 10 friends return their tags, it will seem as though their tagboard is you know, lively. And somehow gives people the inpression that he/she is eh, popular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't get it. I mean, well, if your blog is really so interesting then people will naturally revisit it what. Or maybe, if they're really your close friends, then it would be normal for them to read your entries at a frequent basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I really can't stand is when people thinks that their blogs is like, some famous bloggers' blogs -_- come on la, if your tagboard is so dead, what makes you think you've the fame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't mean to offend anyone here la, but I rather the person be straight forward and simply say "My tagboard is so dead,visit my blog leh!" instead of just typing something like "hey there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ya, okay hello now get lost. Huh?? Whats the point?? I don't believe that you want me to reply a simple "hello" back only right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Of course, there are some of these tags that may not have a motive la. Maybe some of your friends really don' have anything much to tag but feel that it's polite to say hi because they visited your blog. Then this is definitely acceptable, because I do that too. But if it's 'cause of other reasons ... :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then again, frankly speaking, I did eh, tag v superficial stuffs on people's tagboard before hoping they'll come my blog la (this was when blogging was an 'in' thing). If I got the guts to comment talk bad about others, then I gotta admit my own wrongdoings too, right? But now when blogging is like erhmm, outdated, and when I started to mature (I think :D heh), somehow I don't feel that what I did was right. So yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By decorating oneself with branded goods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Err, so far I haven't experience this kind of people in my life and I'm glad. But I guess the common name for this type of people is "Christmas tree" LOL. Whole day showing off their wealth, wearing all sorts of jewelery, accessories, branded clothes/shoes/bags, hoping that these stuffs can elevate their social status. Idk la, I think if I were to meet this kind of people, I wouldn't try to hide my disgust :) Maybe I'll ask them politely, "oh, is it time for Christmas?" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By sucking up to people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think so far this kind of people is the most irksome one. In fact, they're everywhere!!! Be it in school, in workplace, okay, as I mentioned, everywhere. They try their very best to let more popular/smart people have a good impression of them, hoping that they'll be seen as one of the members of the elite class. Seriously lor, walls have ears. What makes you think that people have no eyes?? (wow what a nice quote from me) This type of people should be idk, microwaved and bombed. And chopped. And eaten by sharks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hidden gender discrimination (to girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha, I know lah, I being abit bias here. But hey, im a girl so it's natural for me to support the female generation okay!! Okay, so this is something I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why is it that some guys are disgusted or terrified of girls' monthly excretion of a ruby red substance? Ok fine, I mean period. Menstruation. Okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, to be fair to the guys, I do find the blood a little scary and disgusting sometimes. But I don't deliberately avoid girls who are having their menstruation. I mean, isn't it a bit too ridiculous??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I heard that some guys refuse to sit on a seat that a girl having menstruation just sat. Or boyfriends who don't allow their girlfriends to sit on their laps/beds when they're having menstruation. Because. They. Think. It's. Bad. Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WTF??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wahlao, I really cannot stand this lor. If it's bad luck, shouldn't all girls have already died from car accident lah, explosion lah, killed by terrorists lah, or or or murdered by their soft toys? Because we've it every month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just imagine a sweet cute innocent girl (best example is of course... :D) going to her boyfriend house and let's say she's having a really bad cramp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Girl: Sweetheart, I'm having a really bad cramp now and I feel so giddy. Can I rest on your bed for awhile? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boy: Cramp? Oh you having your that thing ah? Eh...nonono. Don't sleep on my bed. Later you stain how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Girl: (feeling a bit hurt but she's still very understanding) Then can I rest on your chair then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boy: Huh, chair ah? Okay okay, go ahead. But don't stain ah. You stain then I can't sit on it liao. But anyway if you're sitting on it with your that thing I also won't be sitting on it for 7 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Girl: *confused* Why can't you sit on it, darling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boy: Because bad luck mah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think the girl should just bitchslap that bastard and ditch him la seriously. Bad luck? Indeed, it's her misfortune to meet such a guy. But then I think by the time she already fainted from the pain due to her bad cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh did I mention menstrual cramp? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For most girls, having their period is like a normal day, with the exception of mild discomfort and the knowledge that they're eh, bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But for the others (yes me), having their period is like hell for them. The pain they experienced is reaaaally something that you can't imagine unless you felt it yourself. Some girls vomited, blacked out or get sent to hospital because they've abnormally painful cramps. And can you imagine they experience it every month? Like that wasn't bad enough, they've to face such discrimination from the male population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poor us. *sigh* But lucky for me I don't have such bastard boyfriend heh (: *xinfu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Male chauvinist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Males who think that they're greater than all females in all aspects. For married male chauvinist, they constantly bring down their wives, making their wives live their life miserably with low self-esteem. They think the job of women is to  stay at home to cook and produce babies. They don't allow their wives to have any say. They're the bosses at home. They refuse to marry a female with high level of education than theirs. Basically, they're known as Male Chauvinist Pigs. In short, MCP. And their rightful habitat should be on Mars. Then again, the females living at Mars (let say they exist) might just reject their pathetic presence. Heh. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People who follow the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Erm, it is said that 90% of the people living on Earth don't act like themselves. In fact, I think I don't act like me sometimes either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But then, why must people follow the crowd?? What do I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lets say you're one of the student in kindergarden. And Teacher Lim asked what 1 + 1 is. You know the answer is 2. So you wrote it on your small whiteboard, ready to hold it up. Then you looked around you. Everyone else's answer is 3. Then you get uncertain. So you asked your partner, "why did you write 3?". Your partner replied "Oh, because everyone else wrote that, so it must be the right answer!" So you erased your initially correct answer to the wrong one. Get it now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I noticed that phenomenon practically everywhere. Many people dislike Miley Cyrus. I asked them why. They said they just hate her, no reason whatsoever.Then I asked them again, if you hate something then you must have a reason, right? And the reply was "Oh, because everyone hates her". Wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I mean, if you hate her because of her personality, or maybe you feel that she has got no talent, then I find it alright. But, you abhor her to the core because everyone else dislike her? It sorta makes no sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And another example I noticed is the racial discrimination. Lets not move so far. Just in Singapore itself, it's obvious already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have your friends/neighbours (ok I mean aunties)/parents tell you something like "Ah Girl, don't go near that&lt;i&gt; bangala&lt;/i&gt;! They're bad people!" And you believed them. Did you ever stopped to wonder why they're bad? As a matter of fact, most of them are just innocent civilians/foreign workers. Okay excluding those who kept looking at young innocent girl with a pervertic expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Without concrete evidence, how can you just accuse them of being bad???! HA, now are you feeling guilty?!?! It's not too late though. I really can't stand racial prejudice anyway. :S (faithful literature student heh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; People who don't act like themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somewhat related to no.4 but not really related. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't really know how to explain this but allow me to state an example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For example, when a girl is really really really angry and in her mind she really want to say "what the fuck!!!!" but because she wants good impression from, say, her boyfriend, so she resisted the temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uhm, I don't mean to encourage people to say bad words la, but you are who you are. You've got the freedom of speech, make good use of it. If your boyfriend truly loves you, he will accept you for who you are, regardless of what language you use, right? Who knows that all the demure girls and decent boys around you actually really want to be like any other people who can be just themselves? If you get what I mean. So if you want to say WTF, go ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you want to post about your bad experience with menstruation, go ahead. Why do you have to care about what others think? Is having menstruation a sin? No! So go ahead and state what you want to say. It's your personal choice and if people don't feel comfortable with your choice of topic, then you can simply tell them to f off because it's your freedom to write what you want to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't understand why some people finds it awkward that I blogged about my bad experience with period anyway. Also not your blog. My blog right. Not happy don't read lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay I'm too tired to continue. So kthxbye. *abrupt ending wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;QING (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P/S: I wanted to blog about my experience working at the childcare centre but I've no idea why I posted this instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P/S/S: I know this isn't really my writing style but oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6625384613870332632?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6625384613870332632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6625384613870332632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6625384613870332632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6625384613870332632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-things-about-people-i-dont.html' title='Some things about people I don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-9072741926112879624</id><published>2010-12-02T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:34:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobby's funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freeonlinesmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Part_1_Movie-338x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://freeonlinesmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows_-_Part_1_Movie-338x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter &amp;amp; the deathly hallows with Ad today! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie's awesome lah, like seriously. I remember vividly two funny conversations (may not be accurate but around that line):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron: What am I gonna do? My wife's alone downstairs! *panic*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry: Ron, you don't have a wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron: Oh, right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bellatrix: You stupid house elf! You nearly killed me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dobby: Dobby didn't mean to kill anyone, only maim or seriously injure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, Dobby is as cute as ever! But sadly, he had to die in this episode )': Really so sad. I cried while reading the book. But the movie itself didn't seemed that sad so I didn't cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thedigitalmachine.com/images/blog/movies/hp7_part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 328px;" src="http://thedigitalmachine.com/images/blog/movies/hp7_part1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, Dobby &amp;amp; Kreacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kreacher seem as mean as ever LOL. But in the end he'll turn out nice anyway :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, had a fun day today. Took a pic w/ Ad using her instax~ :) The background is quite nice, like so magical ~~ hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all :D  ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-9072741926112879624?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/9072741926112879624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=9072741926112879624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9072741926112879624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9072741926112879624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/12/dobbys-funeral.html' title='Dobby&apos;s funeral'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6688454895270054892</id><published>2010-11-30T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:21:45.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.he.xinhuanet.com/photo/2006-06/17/xin_1806031710017812836821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.he.xinhuanet.com/photo/2006-06/17/xin_1806031710017812836821.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6688454895270054892?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6688454895270054892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6688454895270054892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6688454895270054892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6688454895270054892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/11/closing-doors.html' title='Closing doors'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-9178700663649611077</id><published>2010-09-18T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:21:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithfully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Oh boy,&lt;br /&gt;You stand by me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever yours, &lt;b&gt;faithfully&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-9178700663649611077?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/9178700663649611077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=9178700663649611077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9178700663649611077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/9178700663649611077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/09/faithfully.html' title='Faithfully'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2963649674285614504</id><published>2010-09-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:39:01.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; dear :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-2963649674285614504?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2963649674285614504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2963649674285614504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2963649674285614504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2963649674285614504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday,'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3595476683821732929</id><published>2010-08-20T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:02:34.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Though I may not be the cause, it still slice my heart to know of the unhappiness that you're feeling, and yet trying hard to hide it from me, just to keep me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, perhaps I am the cause, because of your selfless sacrifice for me, it led to your vexation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even more guilty, when you feel guilty of something that wasn't even your fault ... and yet I can't do anything about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3595476683821732929?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3595476683821732929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3595476683821732929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3595476683821732929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3595476683821732929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/08/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4424582646052520906</id><published>2010-08-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:34:34.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;  "When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Dr Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4424582646052520906?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4424582646052520906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4424582646052520906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4424582646052520906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4424582646052520906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep?'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8202219585131240069</id><published>2010-08-06T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:19:54.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's birthday ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;1st August was my mum's birthday :D! Went out to celebrate her birthday together with Ji-Gu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I was abit extra there lah, because Ji-Gu bought mama 2 branded bags and in return, mama bought Ji-Gu a lamp. I neither gave nor received anything -_- I just went there for the, er, well, food. LOL. &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="color:#333333;"&gt;Had a very very wonderful abalone meal T.T (tears of joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; It's so tasty im gonna DIEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(edited from Agnes' famous quote LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlPQp2j0I/AAAAAAAABt4/Bz_4kvBd5R4/s1600/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlPQp2j0I/AAAAAAAABt4/Bz_4kvBd5R4/s400/DSC01819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502313788838678338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mummeh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlPG0L1fI/AAAAAAAABtw/xXegMpmXfyY/s1600/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlPG0L1fI/AAAAAAAABtw/xXegMpmXfyY/s400/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502313786197661170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ji-Gu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlOtqx4uI/AAAAAAAABto/eITOYIFEB0Y/s1600/01082010243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlOtqx4uI/AAAAAAAABto/eITOYIFEB0Y/s400/01082010243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502313779447325410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;me + mum = ....okay nvm just look at the abalone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlOdFCrWI/AAAAAAAABtg/nIBdvgDgJnw/s1600/01082010244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlOdFCrWI/AAAAAAAABtg/nIBdvgDgJnw/s400/01082010244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502313774994074978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;me :D (abit cock-eyed-.-) T.T nvm the main pt is the abalone.&lt;br /&gt;can see? can see? CAN SEE? *haolian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In companion to the abalone, the set meal includes claypot sharkfin, some almond bird nest thingy, terayaki chicken kebab, some noodles, one piece of fried fish that tasted like fish and chips. I think the milk tea there is really good :) They even place a candle thingy under the pot of milk tea to keep it warm! So sweet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay in case you didn't get to see the abalone clearly in the above pictures, here it is. Big and clear for your convenience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlNz2CBZI/AAAAAAAABtY/-znv1N8bQq4/s1600/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlNz2CBZI/AAAAAAAABtY/-znv1N8bQq4/s400/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502313763925263762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*heavenly ~ *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In conclusion, I think abalone rocks. LOLOLOL. I feel I very qian bian here. For abalone lovers, please don't throw durians at me T.T"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8202219585131240069?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8202219585131240069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8202219585131240069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8202219585131240069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8202219585131240069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/08/mummys-birthday.html' title='Mummy&apos;s birthday ~'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFwlPQp2j0I/AAAAAAAABt4/Bz_4kvBd5R4/s72-c/DSC01819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2632374113945694805</id><published>2010-07-31T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:08:59.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, uncle Stephen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFPzAjkBf2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/W_7zVSSJv6A/s1600/101-0150_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFPzAjkBf2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/W_7zVSSJv6A/s400/101-0150_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500006760821391202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hello Ah-Gu. I hope you're doing well in heaven. Today is your big day, it's your birthday :) I really really hope I have a chance to celebrate with you, but well, obviously I don't and I can't. So here it is, your birthday post :) I hope you have internet access there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's been about 2 years since you've left us for a better world, and everyone truly misses you. Although the sadness and shock were pretty much intense initially, everyone moved on eventually. We know you wouldn't want us to dwell in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ah-Gu, do you know that kor went NS 2 days ago? :) Yeah, he's a man now! Oh, and he has a really, really nice girlfriend waiting for him to come out of NS too :) Bet you didn't know that. And... do you know that I also have a boyfriend now? Gotcha! I bet you're super shock, aren't you? You used to tease me about having boyfriends, and now I really have one :) He's really sweet and nice, you'd have liked him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Uncle, I know you want me to study hard. That dream that I had about you, you were the one who 'sent' me that dream, didn't you? To remind me of my promise that I'd study hard. Thanks uncle, your reminder really, really worked. I was so indulge in my own world that I almost forgot my promise to you. I am truly, sincerely sorry. I will work hard, I won't let you down ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, that's about all I have to say! Happy Birthday once again, Ah-Gu :D ! We love &amp;amp; miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;your niece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3215801003626136942-2632374113945694805?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2632374113945694805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2632374113945694805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2632374113945694805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2632374113945694805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-uncle-stephen.html' title='Happy birthday, uncle Stephen'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TFPzAjkBf2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/W_7zVSSJv6A/s72-c/101-0150_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6979456549349171025</id><published>2010-07-24T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:13:52.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to make a girl smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/1a5955b1105701621fcb461d6d1463ae_love_quote-546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 499px;" src="http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/1a5955b1105701621fcb461d6d1463ae_love_quote-546.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so true, so true :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6979456549349171025?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6979456549349171025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6979456549349171025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6979456549349171025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6979456549349171025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='Ways to make a girl smile'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6405267943791082820</id><published>2010-07-23T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:35:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st month :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; 1st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; anniversary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;~ :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yes I had a great day today ~ its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;of very-super-duper-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;unexpected surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(like the part of going your house for dinner erhem coughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks a lot for everything today (: esp the chopper keychain thingy! I like it a lot :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(do i have to pay you back??? :x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I like your family, its rly rly rly a sweet, cute and warm family. (: And of course, I like you too ^^ LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's 27 mins more to our 1 month + 1 day anniversary liao~ hope you had a wonderful today too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Roger Cheong Wei Siang aka my&lt;b&gt; super-not-&lt;/b&gt;innocent de boyfriend. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With lots n lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6405267943791082820?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6405267943791082820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6405267943791082820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6405267943791082820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6405267943791082820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-1st-month.html' title='Our 1st month :)'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-78581595507088024</id><published>2010-07-19T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:48:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fylhW2ro-NM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fylhW2ro-NM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i ever learn piano, I will confirm chop stamp guarantee learn this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-78581595507088024?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/78581595507088024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=78581595507088024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/78581595507088024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/78581595507088024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-my-love.html' title='you are my love'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2862021035944246454</id><published>2010-07-19T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:41:25.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world don't work your way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;At least that's what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Experienced a lot of things these few weeks. Happy ones, yeah. But I can't deny there're a lot of unhappy things happening too. In fact, much more than the happy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I saw how fragile the so-called "Friendship" can be. Idk. I thought friendship is supposed to be more... unbreakable. I mean, there're bound to have conflicts in friendship. But if we can solve the differences and try to understand the situation, the bonds should strengthen. On the other hand, if we just judge from the surface, and yeah, it'd be easy for the ties to break. Or so I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But from what I see, the world don't work this way. How many people actually tried understanding? They just judge from what they see. I know, most truth comes from what you see with your eyes. But what about the truth you couldn't see with your heart? Perhaps behind every negative action, there're sorrows and misery too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know I probably don't have the rights to say this, because I make judgement too. But I'd have tried to listen to both sides. After all (as quoted from my friend)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status"  style="display: inline; font-weight: normal; margin-left: 5px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;To walk the same path is merely a test of perseverance, but reaching different paths together is friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically thats all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/S: Thanks for calling, Harmith :)! you made my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/S/S: im feeling really moody now :( Zz some same annoying probs at home. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-2862021035944246454?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2862021035944246454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2862021035944246454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2862021035944246454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2862021035944246454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-dont-work-your-way.html' title='The world don&apos;t work your way'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4028895450635029790</id><published>2010-07-18T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:50:38.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us against the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R9NgrcO83w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R9NgrcO83w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause it's us against the world, you and me against them all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you're listening to these words, know that we're standing tall&lt;/b&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/3215801003626136942-4028895450635029790?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4028895450635029790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4028895450635029790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4028895450635029790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4028895450635029790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/us-against-world.html' title='Us against the world'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8616158906855506411</id><published>2010-07-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:27:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>:) im happy. lets hope the happiness will last. Yeah~ ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8616158906855506411?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8616158906855506411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8616158906855506411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8616158906855506411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8616158906855506411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5008373973600526431</id><published>2010-07-16T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:50:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me,</title><content type='html'>I need the freedom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone free me from all these problems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do what I want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5008373973600526431?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5008373973600526431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5008373973600526431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5008373973600526431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5008373973600526431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/hear-me.html' title='Hear me,'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5441135942701450476</id><published>2010-07-16T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:07:17.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What turf max x infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJesSYsA6cs/RdWiRZ0rduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FMJzYkV91Do/s400/Calvin-bad-mood.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJesSYsA6cs/RdWiRZ0rduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FMJzYkV91Do/s400/Calvin-bad-mood.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEKCEK UNTIL CAN GO CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *pulls hairs*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now, its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;to be a happy day for me. Supposed. To. Be. It's the end of the Prelims eh, mind you. But this had to happen. This just had to happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, you must be like "eh xiao jie, can you quickly tell us what on earth your stupid prob is and stop leaving us hanging and guessing?" (talking to invisible audiences LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;YES. THE ANS YOU ARE AWAITING FOR...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY SIM CARD IS FAULTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *pause for a moment for dramatic effects* Erm, which means, it malfunctioned. Which means, it cannot be used. A phone w/o SIM card means eh, a bee without honey. Or a pillow without bolster. Or a wife without husband. Or a torchlight w/o batteries. Or a Qing w/o a soul. Erm. Yah you get the idea. So a phone w/o SIM card IS &lt;b&gt;POINTLESS. &lt;/b&gt;It has no meaning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the only people I can contact are the police and the ambulance and the firefighters. Err. Hopefully I don't need them. But I might. Prob I might go crazy w/o using my phone for one day and decided to like, burn the house. Burning the house means compulsory casualties. So I will need the ambulance. So afterwhich, the police will be needed to investigate what on earth happened in my house. So yeah. I think I might just need the civil servants anytime now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay so. How did my SIM card went faulty? Did I burn it, cut it, dissect it, chop it or ate it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry I did none. I simply tried to activate some weird security code, thinking that I can lock my phone for privacy reasons. AND THEN, I entered some random number and eh, apparently my SIM card just went fault lah okay. Don't probe anymore, my heart very pain now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Idk whether its a good thing or not. Because apparently, I have to go to some Singtel outlet in AMK hub with my papa. Which means he will know I tried to lock my phone. Which means he will get suspicious of me. And that suspicion is not untrue. So ): oh god. But then on a brighter side, I might just be able to change my plan to unlimited sms now so yeah :) (hopefully hopefulllllly, I pray pray pray pray to all the Gods in this world oh amitofo alehluya  T_T) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Arghh. I feel life is really unpredictable. Before this damn thing happened, my blog post title is supposed to be a happy "Life is Good I can't complain". But now, life is obviously sucky and stinky and qian bian and I have alot of things to complain, so the title is changed to what it is right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah I've alot of things to complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Firstly, its about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;unfriendly Singtel worker&lt;/span&gt; at Northpoint. See customer also dono how to approach them one. So I approached that unfriendly person first lor. After telling all my prob, he actually gave me a bo-chup-ly face and said " I think its better to call Singtel." Thanks ah. Your service helped me a lot-_- So much so that I feel like punching you right in the face. Okay lah im rly pissed now.  I know that its probably not his job to entertain me but sry I rly want to scold someone so let me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Secondly, its about the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;prelim exam&lt;/span&gt; (specifically Chem &amp;amp; Amaths paper). I think the teachers are out there to kill us lor. They didn't even give us a glimmer of hope to live. I was v aghast at the papers-.- Even the languages. Walao, Eng &amp;amp; Chi suddenly become alien language to me. So chim lor. Argh angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thirdly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;AIYAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; ABOUT EVERYTHING IN LIFE LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; NTH GOOD IS HAPPENING IM PISSED PISSED PISSED. You know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PISSEDDDDDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;CAN I SAY THE F WORD. I REALLY REALLY REALLLLLLLLLLLLLY FEEL LIKE SAYING. T_T  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay nevermind. I shan't 'coz im good and innocent :) (for the sake of innocent lil kids who eh, might be reading this, although high doubted so, because im presuming all my readers (might be zero but nevermind) are all evil and the-extreme-opposite-of-innocent. OPS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay ignore my very distinct madness and lameness here. im upset, lonely, angry, sad, pissed w/o my phone now so yeah. Be understanding. :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;QING :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5441135942701450476?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5441135942701450476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5441135942701450476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5441135942701450476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5441135942701450476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-turf-max-x-infinity.html' title='What turf max x infinity'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJesSYsA6cs/RdWiRZ0rduI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FMJzYkV91Do/s72-c/Calvin-bad-mood.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3141566500684669412</id><published>2010-07-09T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:58:16.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;YAY :) Finally, finally Friday! A day that I can rest :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay something shocking, surprising, horrifying, or a combination of all three happened today. Not going to say what. People who are involved know can already. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Emaths paper was ): lah. I actually forgot the stupid Compound Interest formula and despite myself staring at the formula sheet for 5 mins, I still didn't manage to see the formula there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FAIL MAX&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I was practically trembling throughout the paper so. Idk. I hope I won't do v badly for the paper = ="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;OH. And did I mention one type of guys I dislike??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hate those guys who thinks that a girl is taken/must like their friend when their friend likes her. SORRY HOR. No such thing lor. We, the girls, like people base on our feelings and not due to pressure from you guys okay. If we accept a guy because majority of the people wants us to, then its not love already okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And we CHOOSE who we want to be with. Not you guys. You guys have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; NO RIGHTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;to choose for us. And if you think you have the rights to, then you're obviously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;undermining women's rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; U NOE, WOMEN'S RIGHTS! Undermining women's rights means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;gender discrimination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;which means you're still having that super traditional train of thoughts that women should stay at home and look after kids and wash clothes and wait for you to get home for dinner which means you obviously don't deserve to live in this modern society liao. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So maybe those kind of guys should hide in a corner and eat tissue or something. Idk. So if you're one of those guys, PLEASE go and eat your tissue. Okay lah. Just kidding :) I hope that you'll change after reading this. And yes. I might be directly referring to you. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3141566500684669412?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3141566500684669412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3141566500684669412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3141566500684669412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3141566500684669412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-random.html' title='This is random'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-7073337893199908140</id><published>2010-06-29T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:59:59.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 mins</title><content type='html'>I've 5 mins to make a quick post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay today went school. Morning found out that I DOA. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went school and started feeling weirdddd. Like weird. Idk izit my hallucination (always like that when DOA), but I felt quite unwell :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay 3 mins left. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I forget which teacher it was, but when we standing up to greet one teacher, I felt like super giddy then my world just went like @_@ ~ woooosh. Round &amp;amp; round &amp;amp; round... ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still managed to balance myself lah so I guess its not that bad. I felt okay after that but kept feeling weird. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel my stomach like...bloated and idk. ): I feel so nauseous. As though im pregnant or something D: But of course, I don't know how is it to be like to be pregnant so idk. But i feel so weird ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: The DOA was a false alarm. I am so pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-7073337893199908140?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/7073337893199908140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=7073337893199908140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7073337893199908140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7073337893199908140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-mins.html' title='5 mins'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6197095808918228186</id><published>2010-06-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:28:12.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So near yet so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;The furthest distance in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is not when i stand in font of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet you can't see my love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet cannot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt; 世界上最遥远的距离，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: normal; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;不是我站在你面前，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; line-height: normal; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;你却不知道我爱你. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 而是明明知道彼此相爱，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;却不能在一起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;posted this before. felt like posting it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6197095808918228186?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6197095808918228186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6197095808918228186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6197095808918228186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6197095808918228186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So near yet so far'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-687351682525944157</id><published>2010-06-22T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:31:50.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sweet escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diamondaccessories.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/14k-Two-Tone-Diamond-Heart-Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.diamondaccessories.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/14k-Two-Tone-Diamond-Heart-Ring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want smth lidat as my wedding ring!!!!! if don have i don't want get married liao! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-687351682525944157?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/687351682525944157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=687351682525944157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/687351682525944157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/687351682525944157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-escape.html' title='a sweet escape'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1636613570431442102</id><published>2010-06-22T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:26:28.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TCBiyTiWgFI/AAAAAAAABtI/WQYUSYUqVWQ/s1600/104-0414_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TCBiyTiWgFI/AAAAAAAABtI/WQYUSYUqVWQ/s400/104-0414_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485492962514600018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had taken more photos with you, then perhaps I might be able to remember you better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had listened to what you wanted to tell me, then perhaps I wouldn't be so lost now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had spent more time with you, then perhaps I wouldn't have so much regrets now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had been nicer to you, then perhaps I wouldn't feel so bad now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I hadn't fall asleep that night when you were talking to me, then perhaps I could have remembered your voice clearer now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had tried to understand you better, then perhaps I would be there when you needed someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish I had been there when you needed someone, then perhaps you would still be with me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wish, you were still here with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&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="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, while I was listening to my phone's songs, somehow the memories of him came rushing back. I thought of the possible things that could have happened if he were still here with me. I thought of the things we could have done together. Then, I realised all those aren't going to happen. He was gone. Forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Somehow the tears started flowing... and papa didn't even realised I was crying and wanted me to help him fix the lightbulb. -_-'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess thats the bad point about "recovering" fast from crying. No one will know you cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sorry for the emo post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1636613570431442102?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1636613570431442102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1636613570431442102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1636613570431442102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1636613570431442102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-were-here.html' title='if you were here'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TCBiyTiWgFI/AAAAAAAABtI/WQYUSYUqVWQ/s72-c/104-0414_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5264232956859052928</id><published>2010-06-20T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:30:31.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present memory from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shojolover.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/shugo56-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 303px;" src="http://shojolover.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/shugo56-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unrelated picture but v cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(goped from shojolover.files.wordpress.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today, my entire family (including Ji-Gu) went this place called Nirvana to change my deceased uncle's cremation urn's location to eh, well Nirvana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;From what I know, Nirvana is actually like a 6-star condominium. Really really grand there. But, its only for the deceased, not the alive ones.  Really good, those interested should seriously book a "unit" there because I think very soon the units will run out. If you get what I mean. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So anyway, before we went Nirvana, we went Mac for a quick breakfast and Ji-Gu brought some of the items Ah-Gu might have valued when he was still alive. Like, the watch he wore frequently, this 8 dollar Ang Pao (for fengshui purposes one i have seriously no idea what is it but well you get the idea) and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;the hand chain with his name "Stephen" carved on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;given by my brother &amp;amp; I&lt;/b&gt; in, I suppose, 2007 Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was like omg he still have that. Omg I didn't expect him to still keep it with him. Omg omg omg omg omg. Er something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then, Ji-Gu told us casually that he saw Ah-Gu wearing the chain before. And evidently, the chain had some paint on it, seemingly hinting that Ah-Gu actually wore it to work before, hence getting some paint on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then I went like omg he wore it before. omg i didn't expect him to wear it. omg he wore it. omg. he wore it. omg. he wore it. he wore it. he wore it. omg omg omg omg omg omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;then omg my eyes feels teary. omg am i going to cry. omg i think i am. omg but nobody is crying. omg should i cry. omg i think i shouldn't. omg okay i must ren. omg okay. ren. omg. ren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Idk why I was feeling so emotional. But I really didn't expect Ah-Gu to wear the chain. I mean. It's like. I thought he'd just treat it as a like, decoration in his room? Because the chain was rather eh "modern" so I didn't thought he'd like it so much that he'd wear it. So I didn't expected him to wear it. But he did. omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then is like suddenly there's this wave of sadness, and I suddenly missed him so much. It's like attaining a fresh memory of him, from the past that we didn't even know. I felt so touched that he wore it (am I being abit silly???) and I just felt like crying out of the sudden. I didn't thought I'd feel this way. After all, i thought after 1 year +, i probably wouldn't miss him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;much.  I thought i wouldn't be&lt;i&gt; that &lt;/i&gt;sad anymore. I am &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But then I controlled my tears lah, I could see Ji-Gu was trying to control his too. His eyes were super teary. I guessed everyone was probably doing the same thing ba. So if I cry i might start a domino effect and everyone else will probably burst out crying too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I rly, rly rly rly rly miss Ah-Gu. I wonder how different it would be if he was still here. I hope he is happy now. I really hope so. In fact, I think every moment, every minute, every second, he's watching over us. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;hope you will be able to see this too, Ah-Gu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5264232956859052928?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5264232956859052928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5264232956859052928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5264232956859052928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5264232956859052928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/present-memory-from-past.html' title='Present memory from the Past'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6381411294012882656</id><published>2010-06-19T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:05:19.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pleasant shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TBxPWo_y3xI/AAAAAAAABtA/0jaDuxJi3Zg/s1600/chopper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TBxPWo_y3xI/AAAAAAAABtA/0jaDuxJi3Zg/s400/chopper.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484345696611131154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, it's random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was at Yishun Bus Interchange about two days ago, about to take a bus to go home when suddenly a person approached me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He's from the media industry one and he he commented that im rather good-looking, saying that he liked my contact lens and that my complexion is good. Then he asked if I wore any make-up that day, which I replied 'no'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then he went "Oh wow! That's good!" and asked if I am interested in becoming a net model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;MODEL LEH. LOL. Shock anot! I was very shocked lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've imagine myself being all sorts of occupations, even loan shark or gangster, but never a model! I mean afterall, I am not tall )': Don't have the figure to wear gorgeous clothes to parade on a platform too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But anyway, I kindly rejected his offer lah. It's o lvl year this year. And its sad. And I don't think I am into modelling also, not v confident of myself -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I told my mum about the incident today and she went "WHY YOU NEVER ACCEPT!! When you become a star, I CAN BE A STAR'S MUM LEH! Then I can haolian to my friends mah! Haiyo!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;-.- erhem. But then, it was kinda good I told her that because she said "whoah, my daughter has got potential! Okayokay, mummy buy more nice clothes for you, then next time you wear nice nice go out hor, if got people scouting for talents again, maybe they will find you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thanks mum. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6381411294012882656?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6381411294012882656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6381411294012882656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6381411294012882656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6381411294012882656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/pleasant-shock.html' title='A pleasant shock'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/TBxPWo_y3xI/AAAAAAAABtA/0jaDuxJi3Zg/s72-c/chopper.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3951047252193011769</id><published>2010-06-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:23:36.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMBARRASED MAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onepiecepics.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/chopper-animated7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.onepiecepics.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/chopper-animated7.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was superbly-horribly-stunningly-surprisely-shockingly embarrassing for me today. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the picture above don't convey any message of embarrassment (actually got abit la) but I just feel like putting it okay?! It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Chopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3951047252193011769?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3951047252193011769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3951047252193011769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3951047252193011769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3951047252193011769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/embarrased-max.html' title='EMBARRASED MAX'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3156768912470855752</id><published>2010-06-13T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:54:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st GSS experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Definitely tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Went Orchard today with mama. Shopped at Robinson and OG and Isetan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I tell you ah, the GSS can say is fake one lor. The things no matter discount how much, still very expensive one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't buy anything at Robinson because they things there are just too shockingly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1: I was browsing through this few umbrellas, since I needed one, so I randomly took one out to see and checked the price. Guess how much it is? ... It was a whooping amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;$49.90&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; For an umbrella. UMBRELLA!!!... ELLA ELLA EH EH EH . Ops sry. But you get what I mean. &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="color:#333333;"&gt;Example 2: The bags. Costed like&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; $70-$80+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;each, even for an average size one. I was like "W.T.F. Their bags made of diamonds or what?!" But then again, it really depends on the brand lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, we went OG. I bought all my clothes there. It's more affordable there :) A variety of clothes for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;different wealth groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; So I obviously went for those really discounted ones lah. All my clothes are of 20% discount one okay :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;What made me more !#$%^&amp;amp;* was that I went to the fitting room and saw this mother waiting for her daughter to finish trying out this dress. She left the other dress outside and it looked rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;Being the kay-poh me,  I thought I could just look at the price. It was like, what, $80+ ?!?!? That wasn't the point. The main point was, the daughter is only like what, 10?! A 10 year-old, $80+ clothes. Me, a 16-year-old, $12 clothes. W.T.H. There is seriously some problem with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So I bought a black dress (yes I thought I should start getting my eh, feminine side back. Erm, if I ever did have one), a white top, and a very not feminine brown top (to balance ma, heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wanted to buy a similar white dress one but it was kinda erm, translucent -_- which means can partly see some of eh, the things inside. So if I buy it I would have to wear more things inside= inconvenient. But it was rly nice :( I mean, its WHITE afterall. Isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;THEN HOR, we went ISETAN. WALAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;CLIMAX MAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. THE THINGS THERE. Compared to Robinson, Robinson really is like loser man. The price of the things in Isetan is like, what, 3x the price of Robinson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Example 1: I saw this quite nice top. I checked the price&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; $290.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;W.T.F MAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Example 2: I saw this average looking pair of slipper-like shoe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;$260.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;W.T.F MAX MAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Example 3: I saw this another office-looking blouse. To make myself "WTF" again, I went to check the price.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;$540&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;W.T.F MAX MAX MAX. &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="color:#333333;"&gt;THEIR CLOTHES/SHOES MADE OF DRAGON SKIN AH?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;P/S: Sorry for the so many "WTF". But seriously, go visit the shops. You will do the same thing. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So, this is my shopping experience :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3156768912470855752?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3156768912470855752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3156768912470855752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3156768912470855752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3156768912470855752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/1st-gss-experience.html' title='1st GSS experience'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5656014552440226221</id><published>2010-06-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:08:00.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/mar2010/9/5/image-3-for-toy-story-gallery-616186228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 267px;" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/mar2010/9/5/image-3-for-toy-story-gallery-616186228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute until can die. &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5656014552440226221?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5656014552440226221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5656014552440226221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5656014552440226221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5656014552440226221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-cute.html' title='so cute'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5211197303712234521</id><published>2010-06-05T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:51:28.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate white SHERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yeinjee.com/asianpop/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/drama-china-return-of-condor-heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 575px; height: 425px;" src="http://yeinjee.com/asianpop/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/drama-china-return-of-condor-heroes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title"  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; height: 23px; max-height: 23px; line-height: 23px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:1.6666em;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="神雕俠侶主題曲---天下無雙"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial;  background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;神雕俠侶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think every version of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;神雕俠侶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;also got this picture one lah, so if I don't include this in my post im either stupid or very stupid. So in order not to be stupid or very stupid, here it is, right on top. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image2.sina.com.cn/ent/v/m/p/2006-03-17/U1527P28T3D1018922F329DT20060317112305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://image2.sina.com.cn/ent/v/m/p/2006-03-17/U1527P28T3D1018922F329DT20060317112305.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.southcn.com/ent/tv2/shendiaoxn/pics/200601100551_1194599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.southcn.com/ent/tv2/shendiaoxn/pics/200601100551_1194599.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sword mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://djyimg.com/i6/410151728910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://djyimg.com/i6/410151728910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tv.cctv.com/image/20080603/TEMD1212432037908175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://img.tv.cctv.com/image/20080603/TEMD1212432037908175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dress nice rite?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;小龙女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is just awesome! I think she has been my childhood shero since, erm, childhood. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The most awesomemest thing about her is the dress. White. Long. Flowy. Dress. And then she can fight well and she can slide down from a very very very high place with her silk fabric LOL. Here's the evidence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8BaCA6Luxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8BaCA6Luxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;COOL RIGHT. I think its super super cool to fly on fabric okay. White. Fabric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And anyway, I think the video will be perfect without all those chicopek guys inside. Esp the young one. I detest him. He raped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;小龙女. He should die. ops sry this is one of my drama illness. Too engross in it-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;小龙女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; is very innocent and stuffs. AND SHE IS DAMN PRETTY. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;especially liked this version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;神雕俠侶 because she is the most pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;小龙女 amongst all the versions I've se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;en.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Since young I've always admired  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;小龙女 (no im not lesbian) as in, she is pretty and innocent and all those, and I know this is stupid but I wanted to be like her (when I was young). Eh, not that I mind being her now also lah. In fact, if I can suddenly morphed inside those wu ling xiao shuo stories, I will want to be her lo. So cool. Those who don't like her deserves to be shot or simply G&amp;amp;D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So anyway, thats probably the reason why I am so into white. LOL So if you see me wearing white around I might be imagining myself to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;小龙女 or something lah idk. Might be only hor. But white is seriously a nice colour. Don't you think so :D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, a theme song from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;神雕俠侶:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 23px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSQpT65Ru_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSQpT65Ru_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think the song is nice too. Very emotional. Probably conveys the thin and thick the couple went through bah. Oh and I think the Yang Guo in this version is very handsome too! :) Great couple. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Go watch it if you haven't. Or if you're not into wu ling xiao shuo you should force youself to be into it. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;QING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5211197303712234521?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5211197303712234521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5211197303712234521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5211197303712234521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5211197303712234521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimate-white-shero.html' title='The ultimate white SHERO'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5259214883809945082</id><published>2010-06-03T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:31:22.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is said that some lives are linked across time, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;connected by an ancient calling that echoes through all ages. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Persia is awesome :) Watch it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sometimes scary happened to me today after school ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting at the bus stop with Pin &amp;amp; Renee when suddenly, a random old man (totally stranger to me) walked past us and said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; "小妹妹，你要回家啊~？"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me -_- AND he was smiling until v creepily )': I was stunned and freaked out lah, I couldn't and don't know what to answer him so I just stared at him with my mouth wide open -O-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the first time something like this happened ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, most of the times, Pin was with me when such cases happened, and SHE NEVER GOT TARGETED. It was always me ): Pin said I probably looked too innocent thats why they always aim me. LOL. Heh, SEE?!?!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;DON'T DOUBT MY INNOCENCE MANZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there was once at Yoshinoya a random uncle came and patted my head and called me something lah I forgot what, I think I posted it before so if you wanna know read back like, 2 years ago de posts LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's another time a bian tai uncle wolf-whistled at me )': I wasn't dressed v scantily or what mind you. Okay I also posted that before, it was quite recent, about few months ago? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THOSE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; TICO AHPEKS AND UNCLES&lt;/span&gt;? Come on lah, those dirty fellows are old enough to be my grand father or father liaw okay. I won't even be interested in giving them &lt;i&gt;any &lt;/i&gt;second glances. As you know, I am only interested in handsome, cute, sweet, lovable, mature, macho guys OKAY?!?! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;GSS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; T___T WAIT FOR ME!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5259214883809945082?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5259214883809945082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5259214883809945082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5259214883809945082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5259214883809945082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/06/scary-old-man.html' title='Scary Old Man'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1083299941019420981</id><published>2010-05-31T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:20:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't act cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvJVkDUnTIs/SiVYvmrg6zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3lbzUg2Ud6s/s400/GSS+Lovers+animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvJVkDUnTIs/SiVYvmrg6zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3lbzUg2Ud6s/s400/GSS+Lovers+animation.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AREN'T YOU HAPPEH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently, a guy tried to act cool infront of me in a lift and he banged his head as a result. I know its very bad lah, but it was REALLY VERY FUNNY. Really felt like laughing right there and then :X ~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that guy, utterly and nastily embarrassed, cursed under his breath. Okay to tell the truth, he said the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;knn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;word lah. ): dono he izit referring to me. But whatever. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xDDD So guys, please don't act cool. If not you'd look like a foooool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: GSS NOW OMG WTF WHO WANT ACCOMPANY ME SHOP FOR CLOTHES DURING THE HOL?!?!?!?!!? (if GSS's still going on lah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S/S: Btw saw Cotton On 50% discount wth wth wth wth. Sry for the crude language WOOPS. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1083299941019420981?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1083299941019420981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1083299941019420981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1083299941019420981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1083299941019420981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-act-cool.html' title='Don&apos;t act cool'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AvJVkDUnTIs/SiVYvmrg6zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3lbzUg2Ud6s/s72-c/GSS+Lovers+animation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4641477911137769545</id><published>2010-05-30T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:53:11.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dvdmedia.ign.com/dvd/image/article/883/883343/one-piece-season-one-part-one-dvd-review-20080621050459401-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 351px;" src="http://dvdmedia.ign.com/dvd/image/article/883/883343/one-piece-season-one-part-one-dvd-review-20080621050459401-000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't watched One Piece, don't hesitate and watch it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a reason why everyone is saying it's good. Trust me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4641477911137769545?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4641477911137769545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4641477911137769545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4641477911137769545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4641477911137769545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-perfect.html' title='Damn perfect'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-6333504457690728758</id><published>2010-05-29T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:04:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rescued a lizzy</title><content type='html'>ah, that greatly reminds me of this video. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnKOsME2gXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnKOsME2gXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to main topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHA. YES I SAVED A LIZARD. A DROWNING LIZARD to be specific. Mmhmm. Yes. I saved it. Why are you looking at me with such doubtful expressions? -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So it was like this. I heard this sound ...like water moving. So. I thought I've forgotten to turn the tap off or smth.. and guess what! I saw a lizzy swimming in a pot of water in the kitchen basin. I think it was like going to drown liao la. I think. Who knows it might be a lizard which can swim -_-" But anyway, it was motionless n stuff so I just pour the water away and it was alive afterall lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): It didn't seem to be very grateful to me leh. Stupid lizard. A 'thank you' would be nice okay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-6333504457690728758?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/6333504457690728758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=6333504457690728758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6333504457690728758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/6333504457690728758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-rescued-lizzy.html' title='I rescued a lizzy'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8037987944173647298</id><published>2010-05-27T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:39:40.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "last day" of school -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4k6HWcf6jM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4k6HWcf6jM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Dango Song. ~ from clannad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUssjpXjBRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUssjpXjBRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pikachu family version. I feel this one cuter lah. ~ can watch can compare it on your own ~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be the last day of school for term 2 one )': SUPPOSED TO BE. But because we're the almighty holy great wonderful beautiful cute lovable Sec 4-s, we've got ECP, which means sayonara to 2 weeks of our holiday :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, but like others, we still cleaned up our classroom today :D IT'S THE FIRST TIME I SEE THE WINDOW PANES SPARKLING CLEAN. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? The other times I can't even look through the windows properly due to the humongous amount of dust coated on it. :( Bad learning environment. :( LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of super funny things happened today! Especially PIN'S INCIDENT! Idk lah, she was very high today. Keep laugh laugh laugh laugh. Laugh at me somemore. HAH. In the end she embarrassed herself and hoho, we switched roles, become I laugh at her. HAHA, LAUGH LO LAUGH LO. LAUGH MORE. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aye, and there're so many people trying to prevent me from having my sweet lovely afternoon nap :( Real life also have, facebook also have! Aye, what is wrong with you people! *ingrateful LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, have alot of movies I want to watch :( The Last Song, Prince of Persia, the Karate Kid etc etc. HOLIDAYS COME QUICK MANZ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8037987944173647298?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8037987944173647298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8037987944173647298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8037987944173647298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8037987944173647298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='the &quot;last day&quot; of school -_-'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8821837879957729917</id><published>2010-05-24T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:15:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Oral Oral trial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S_qXm7_uUOI/AAAAAAAABs4/D2V8lzPobds/s1600/kanompang-010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S_qXm7_uUOI/AAAAAAAABs4/D2V8lzPobds/s400/kanompang-010.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474854992218050786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done &amp;amp; over with the English Oral trial thingy!!!!! Like, finally lah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I don't have to fear having to last min stay back for it already hoho~ can u sense my happiness? Can you? Can you? Yes of course you can! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot has happened these few days -_- esp in school. Kinda glad though, somehow I got to know my classmates better :) But also quite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt; by some people -_- ~ not only those who annoy me but also annoy my friend by stalking her ~ SI BIAN TAI! Tsktsk, the world is dangerous coz of them manz. :( Sad sad sad!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then also quite sad, because some people whom I was quite close to kinda drifted away from me. I don't know what I did :'( Hopefully we'll be okay-dokay soon! Then again, I am still quite happy because of my my friend who I thought drifted away talked to me recently &amp;amp; we sorta settled the matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now you must be wondering if im happy or sad -_-"" ~ GOOD QN! Figure it out yourself :) yayyy~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; me love GINGIE &amp;amp; KANOMPANG! HAHA :D *high*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8821837879957729917?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8821837879957729917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8821837879957729917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8821837879957729917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8821837879957729917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/oral-oral-oral-trial.html' title='Oral Oral Oral trial.'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S_qXm7_uUOI/AAAAAAAABs4/D2V8lzPobds/s72-c/kanompang-010.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4456721020693372186</id><published>2010-05-11T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:46:11.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful words</title><content type='html'>~ I remembered posting this a very long time ago.&lt;div&gt;I mentioned that I hate the words "kk" and "lol" or "lolz" or "lols" ~ now~ i shall add one more which is "zzz"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are sinful words=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you see me using them, it can only mean one thing: ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very pissed off/unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't use those when I talk to people, if you notice lah, but if you kept using those words to me, don't be surprise if I use them back.. and if I suddenly use those few words to you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please think back of what you did/said ...because im definitely pissed with you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realised, i have been using those words quite often this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4456721020693372186?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4456721020693372186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4456721020693372186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4456721020693372186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4456721020693372186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinful-words.html' title='Sinful words'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3948136385907771448</id><published>2010-05-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:08:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.youtube.com/vi/GH2fUfpQcXA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/GH2fUfpQcXA/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY :D I love BY2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.article.pchome.net/00/32/80/71/by2_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 553px;" src="http://img.article.pchome.net/00/32/80/71/by2_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/rkwm88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 596px; height: 398px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/rkwm88.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.omy.sg/by2/files/2008/07/1214977775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://blog.omy.sg/by2/files/2008/07/1214977775.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they've finally grow up to become this (!) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShxMV3M7Wr0/S7_7c1M0HaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8iQzXsoaAwg/s640/by1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShxMV3M7Wr0/S7_7c1M0HaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8iQzXsoaAwg/s640/by1.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShxMV3M7Wr0/S7_7iAVNHhI/AAAAAAAAA9M/hoc4BQGhmZg/s640/by2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 565px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShxMV3M7Wr0/S7_7iAVNHhI/AAAAAAAAA9M/hoc4BQGhmZg/s640/by2.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're 18 and they dye hair already! :D so excited for them -.-" Anyway, I think their latest MV &lt;b&gt;This is love&lt;/b&gt; is really nice. Very emotional. I like :) They have finally grown up T_T so touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think By2 is pretty much successful lah, I mean how many Singaporean singers really made it overseas? What more they started young. So yeah :) I really admire them. Keep it up ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all LOL -_- ~ *am ignoring my chem wb beside me to post this what turf* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3948136385907771448?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3948136385907771448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3948136385907771448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3948136385907771448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3948136385907771448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/rkwm88_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5800914989110243577</id><published>2010-05-08T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:19:19.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopper :D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vyf_QloqI/AAAAAAAABsw/44uH5bjXoM8/s1600/OnePiece-CuteChopper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vyf_QloqI/AAAAAAAABsw/44uH5bjXoM8/s400/OnePiece-CuteChopper.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468903216393855650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't want to blog about this but. There's a reason. There's always a reason. And I am not going to state the reason. Heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me love chopper :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard from a friend in lit class that Chopper will only appear in One Piece in around Ep 80+. Like OH GOD, I still got so many eps more to go :'( Chopppie T.T It's okay, mummy's coming~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok kinda addicted to RS these few days, I know I know. Don't laugh at me-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5800914989110243577?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5800914989110243577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5800914989110243577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5800914989110243577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5800914989110243577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/chopper-d.html' title='Chopper :D!'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vyf_QloqI/AAAAAAAABsw/44uH5bjXoM8/s72-c/OnePiece-CuteChopper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3117319934477979543</id><published>2010-05-08T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:15:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SCROLL DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol what turf. I got reason for doing this T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because. my bro lappy's homepage will show eh, the frequently accessed webbies with an updated pic of it and I don't want him to see this, so ya. If you still don't get what I mean. Forget it, read on. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vtv-F-1qI/AAAAAAAABsg/8XWb0Cs1UDs/s1600/sylvia+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vtv-F-1qI/AAAAAAAABsg/8XWb0Cs1UDs/s400/sylvia+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468897993400702626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESH. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LAO KOR GOT GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LIAO!!! SHOCKING MANNNN. Didn't expected it to be so soon. HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to waste my blain zoos to think of ideas to find one for him already LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats ah GONG XI GONG XI! XIN NIAN KUAI LE. WAN SHI RU YI~ MERRY XMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-VtwUO4ItI/AAAAAAAABso/yPFokbUmXUU/s1600/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-VtwUO4ItI/AAAAAAAABso/yPFokbUmXUU/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468897999343592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*the middle two sheep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih this pic was taken a few yrs ago I think. and it depicts the couple's future :)&lt;br /&gt;predicted by none other than the greatest loveliest, erm, me. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) :) So happy &amp;amp; excited for him. And I seriously pray that he won't visit my blog (which I don't think he will also but..) because if  he do, then sayonara to me T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: HERE AD. ^^ the photos ~ haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/P/S: I am very the troubled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/P/P/S: So much so that I dread going school already :(&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/3215801003626136942-3117319934477979543?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3117319934477979543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3117319934477979543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3117319934477979543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3117319934477979543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S-Vtv-F-1qI/AAAAAAAABsg/8XWb0Cs1UDs/s72-c/sylvia+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1462364224873465247</id><published>2010-04-28T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:45:27.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im alive</title><content type='html'>Just to prove that im still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 random videos to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/monld16SCtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/monld16SCtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried watching this la what turf. But I don't feel that sad after watching the ending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGEaEd6BAlo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGEaEd6BAlo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally random. But so cute ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so tired &amp; hungry now. &lt;br /&gt;Main point is, I just woke up from a nap 2 hours ago. And I already ate my dinner. Idk what has gotten into me T_T Like I suddenly pregnant then need to eat alot and rest alot like that. T__T I not pregnant T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chem SPA tomorrow. FINGERS CROSSED MAN. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1462364224873465247?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1462364224873465247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1462364224873465247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1462364224873465247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1462364224873465247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-alive.html' title='im alive'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3297090927309243252</id><published>2010-04-15T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:17:09.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look at you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wxOVn99FTE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this video very very very nice :D Got those fairy tale kind of love story de feelings you know, you know. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Miley Cyrus is no longer the young teenage girl anymore! She's like, a beautiful mature young lady now weh :) Very pretty oh ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dono when I can become like her T.T" ... and her wavvy hair is damn nice-.- jealous dao ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3297090927309243252?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3297090927309243252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3297090927309243252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3297090927309243252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3297090927309243252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I look at you'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4045026620719346903</id><published>2010-04-11T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:48:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A good friend will consider how your friend will mind, rather than how he/she will not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can understand this, you're on your way to being a very, very nice friend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4045026620719346903?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4045026620719346903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4045026620719346903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4045026620719346903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4045026620719346903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-good-friend.html' title='Good good friend'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4174151103487707925</id><published>2010-04-05T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:24:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://friendszone.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 521px; height: 365px;" src="http://friendszone.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/f1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were supposed to be united,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were supposed to have the same aim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now people are hurting &amp;amp; getting hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can we ever be the same again? ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4174151103487707925?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4174151103487707925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4174151103487707925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4174151103487707925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4174151103487707925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was.html' title='It was'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2515766649601707610</id><published>2010-04-02T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:02:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhQ-yXy_W8/Sw9kEvjba1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rX6y769IgY/s320/lonely%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhQ-yXy_W8/Sw9kEvjba1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rX6y769IgY/s320/lonely%2Bgirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ever fell sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; and you woke up in darkness... feeling really really miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;And you woke up to realise, that nobody was there, that you're on your own? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't feeling well today at all. I had a rather disturbing rest and I woke up, expecting at least someone to be there... if I need them, there'd be there... but nobody was home. The feeling really really sucks. It's like insecure, lonely, and it's really frightening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I staggered up and thought that perhaps, someone would be in the kitchen or the toilet, somewhere. But nobody. I couldn't find anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was feeling really sick, I couldn't even see properly. Each step I took, it's taking life out of me. That moment, that exact moment, its truly unforgettable, yet you wouldn't want to remember it. It's as though you might just die anytime, and nobody might even know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps its part of life. Perhaps everyone have to experience this. But I've never felt so lonely before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-2515766649601707610?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2515766649601707610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2515766649601707610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2515766649601707610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2515766649601707610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uYhQ-yXy_W8/Sw9kEvjba1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-rX6y769IgY/s72-c/lonely%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4277505311461058514</id><published>2010-04-01T21:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:39:28.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Fool's Sports day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's our annual sports day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only thing that is different is that...it falls on April's Fool day this year x.x! &lt;div&gt;Quite sad lah, didn't get to fool anyone but get fooled by people (ahem pin ahem!!)  ... ALTHOUGH I did attempt to fool people in saying &lt;i&gt;one of the teacher &lt;/i&gt;is getting married. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Stczy4Y7I/AAAAAAAABsY/lfDlA70dy0c/s1600/P4010388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Stczy4Y7I/AAAAAAAABsY/lfDlA70dy0c/s400/P4010388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455175759104074674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow so many prizes :) Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StcnR6hcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/0rCLD23TML4/s1600/P4010387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StcnR6hcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/0rCLD23TML4/s400/P4010387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455175755744576962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GREEN HOUSE IS THE CHAMPION :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StbwAnI9I/AAAAAAAABsA/RljpNQdSWfw/s1600/P4010384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StbwAnI9I/AAAAAAAABsA/RljpNQdSWfw/s400/P4010384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455175740908053458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL he requested this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StbV2ao2I/AAAAAAAABr4/vZsm6svs6xU/s1600/P4010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7StbV2ao2I/AAAAAAAABr4/vZsm6svs6xU/s400/P4010382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455175733885969250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teachers ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Sq0B2aJQI/AAAAAAAABrw/YGyF6hV-Ano/s1600/P4010381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Sq0B2aJQI/AAAAAAAABrw/YGyF6hV-Ano/s400/P4010381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172859479074050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of teachers &amp;amp; staffs~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqzqycqMI/AAAAAAAABro/iHIyhuLqapM/s1600/P4010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqzqycqMI/AAAAAAAABro/iHIyhuLqapM/s400/P4010380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172853288446146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqzZNspPI/AAAAAAAABrg/HMephq9yLyo/s1600/P4010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqzZNspPI/AAAAAAAABrg/HMephq9yLyo/s400/P4010379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172848570901746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 71st run !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Sqy-jTxbI/AAAAAAAABrY/9Q_YbYfktYU/s1600/P4010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Sqy-jTxbI/AAAAAAAABrY/9Q_YbYfktYU/s400/P4010378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172841413789106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71st run~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqyadsP5I/AAAAAAAABrQ/xI_SowTLKsg/s1600/P4010377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SqyadsP5I/AAAAAAAABrQ/xI_SowTLKsg/s400/P4010377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455172831726550930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71st run ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpGNBL1pI/AAAAAAAABrI/-HIEWTeLVak/s1600/P4010376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpGNBL1pI/AAAAAAAABrI/-HIEWTeLVak/s400/P4010376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170972691453586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71st run ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpFilWsgI/AAAAAAAABrA/-Vy0nUiHvRk/s1600/P4010375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpFilWsgI/AAAAAAAABrA/-Vy0nUiHvRk/s400/P4010375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170961300435458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71st run!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpFbnEUnI/AAAAAAAABq4/uQ847RkXRrk/s1600/P4010374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpFbnEUnI/AAAAAAAABq4/uQ847RkXRrk/s400/P4010374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170959428571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last round (71st) lol keep repeating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpE85JLyI/AAAAAAAABqw/_TkgFwYaOUU/s1600/P4010373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpE85JLyI/AAAAAAAABqw/_TkgFwYaOUU/s400/P4010373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170951182888738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the groups for 71 run~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpEgaaaPI/AAAAAAAABqo/cFUv3ryiG0A/s1600/P4010372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SpEgaaaPI/AAAAAAAABqo/cFUv3ryiG0A/s400/P4010372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170943537801458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71 runners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnbXoQTRI/AAAAAAAABqg/QOQsA20Rse8/s1600/P4010371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnbXoQTRI/AAAAAAAABqg/QOQsA20Rse8/s400/P4010371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455169137293675794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnbFDi0DI/AAAAAAAABqY/S5W5Xq5dO3s/s1600/P4010370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnbFDi0DI/AAAAAAAABqY/S5W5Xq5dO3s/s400/P4010370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455169132307861554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnaZFPPnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Xlu-vXYXoDs/s1600/P4010369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnaZFPPnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Xlu-vXYXoDs/s400/P4010369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455169120503807602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnaMgvU9I/AAAAAAAABqI/SN526dEd48Q/s1600/P4010368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnaMgvU9I/AAAAAAAABqI/SN526dEd48Q/s400/P4010368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455169117129495506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice big puffy clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnZscUzyI/AAAAAAAABqA/gDI7qRRki2A/s1600/P4010367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SnZscUzyI/AAAAAAAABqA/gDI7qRRki2A/s400/P4010367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455169108521045794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;green house athletes :) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlogZfBkI/AAAAAAAABp4/xYHWc9RPX18/s1600/P4010366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlogZfBkI/AAAAAAAABp4/xYHWc9RPX18/s400/P4010366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455167163962689090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SloHVu2dI/AAAAAAAABpw/JyCZORyX84M/s1600/P4010365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SloHVu2dI/AAAAAAAABpw/JyCZORyX84M/s400/P4010365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455167157236062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlniBvXLI/AAAAAAAABpo/qgz2jUGsCXw/s1600/P4010364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlniBvXLI/AAAAAAAABpo/qgz2jUGsCXw/s400/P4010364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455167147220098226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my chaoda face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Slnd1KJEI/AAAAAAAABpg/RF0t5Pf5h_U/s1600/P4010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Slnd1KJEI/AAAAAAAABpg/RF0t5Pf5h_U/s400/P4010363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455167146093585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty laopo-mens xD all red house ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlnL4QBDI/AAAAAAAABpY/kl0rTnVwagg/s1600/P4010361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SlnL4QBDI/AAAAAAAABpY/kl0rTnVwagg/s400/P4010361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455167141274715186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;71 runners &amp;amp; green house athletes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Si7F8BSkI/AAAAAAAABpQ/nFwPvIeGlLE/s1600/P4010353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Si7F8BSkI/AAAAAAAABpQ/nFwPvIeGlLE/s400/P4010353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455164184742414914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;red house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Si69NbBGI/AAAAAAAABpI/75Fr3TQHxIg/s1600/P4010355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Si69NbBGI/AAAAAAAABpI/75Fr3TQHxIg/s400/P4010355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455164182399485026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a very happy ms ang (green house!! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiL9PQPAI/AAAAAAAABpA/8sXt65AiFhM/s1600/P4010360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiL9PQPAI/AAAAAAAABpA/8sXt65AiFhM/s400/P4010360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163374953315330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPONGEBOB!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiLeizv6I/AAAAAAAABo4/AF6JS-uzYuI/s1600/P4010359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiLeizv6I/AAAAAAAABo4/AF6JS-uzYuI/s400/P4010359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163366713835426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha! Rachel, Sylvene, Regina and the guy holding the CCHY flag is supposed to be Darren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiK8wlUTI/AAAAAAAABow/pHb_U7CUwmw/s1600/P4010358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiK8wlUTI/AAAAAAAABow/pHb_U7CUwmw/s400/P4010358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163357644804402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lion dance &amp;amp; SPONGEBOB!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiKEDpqzI/AAAAAAAABoo/pAW571eLwC4/s1600/P4010357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiKEDpqzI/AAAAAAAABoo/pAW571eLwC4/s400/P4010357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163342423960370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess who they are by looking at their butts? I mean backs. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiJlTATVI/AAAAAAAABog/PJEkWNgK_lk/s1600/P4010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SiJlTATVI/AAAAAAAABog/PJEkWNgK_lk/s400/P4010356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455163334166859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms Ang ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgPRtWNbI/AAAAAAAABoQ/2zpsER94fvU/s1600/P4010354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgPRtWNbI/AAAAAAAABoQ/2zpsER94fvU/s400/P4010354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455161232964597170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgOYuxX8I/AAAAAAAABoA/GkqQbtSlpgc/s1600/P4010352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgOYuxX8I/AAAAAAAABoA/GkqQbtSlpgc/s400/P4010352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455161217669750722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very hot stadium, thus the dark lighting. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgN8HxrKI/AAAAAAAABn4/5_lNqNrI_cE/s1600/P4010351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7SgN8HxrKI/AAAAAAAABn4/5_lNqNrI_cE/s400/P4010351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455161209989999778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green house :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year as usual, I only there and eat -.- Okay lah I did attempt to cheer but our house really abit fail, especially the large group behind. So many people yet no one cheered ): It was also abit embarrassing because everytime I tried to cheer I will cheer wrongly-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats all :D !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;QING :)&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/3215801003626136942-4277505311461058514?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4277505311461058514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4277505311461058514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4277505311461058514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4277505311461058514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprils-fools-sports-day.html' title='April&apos;s Fool&apos;s Sports day'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S7Stczy4Y7I/AAAAAAAABsY/lfDlA70dy0c/s72-c/P4010388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-193350908393927949</id><published>2010-03-30T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:13:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thedailyinstigator.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Picture-14-300x242.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://thedailyinstigator.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Picture-14-300x242.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobbed my heart out in the bathroom 2 hours ago &amp;amp; no one even realised it-.- what turf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-193350908393927949?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/193350908393927949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=193350908393927949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/193350908393927949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/193350908393927949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/cry.html' title='Cry ):'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3115292179463459118</id><published>2010-03-29T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:51:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 296px;" src="http://blog.peta.org/archives/soybean_dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.peta.org/archives/soybean_dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little dreams of the little soybeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home alone today &amp;amp; while on the bus, I thought a lot about my future. What will I be doing after the Os, not JC &amp;amp; Poly literally, but rather what field of jobs would I be in. Yes, certainly I have dreams... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young, I've always wanted to be a teacher. One who can nurture the kindest of human nature, one who can bring out the potential in every child... yet halfway through reaching my dreams, I hesitated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lost suddenly, I realised I didn't know what exactly I wanted, since my directions kept changing &amp;amp; is definitely not constant at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of friends, who would still be with me when I reach adulthood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of family... &lt;i&gt;will all of them be with me still?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow my future seems so unclear... I couldn't see what's within &amp;amp; beyond the misty world of my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working towards my dreams is a must... and it's firmly etched in my mind; I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crucial, important, essential to have dreams. I understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if you're stuck between 2 paths that leads you to different routes of life? Both paths seemed to be full of surprises, yet full of darkness, yet full of hopes, full of dreams... which would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path that allow you to bring people out of their darkest days, or the path that allow you to bring hope into people's life. It sounds similar isn't it? But no... no... they're so very different... so very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dreams. But which one will be the long-lasting one for me????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QING :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3115292179463459118?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3115292179463459118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3115292179463459118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3115292179463459118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3115292179463459118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-156526051267725732</id><published>2010-03-26T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:26:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents meeting session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ndi0918l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ndi0918l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was kinda horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was practically rushing my way to the classroom to meet my dad (meet the parent-.- okok lame LOL) from the :S very very rush literature sup. Then my dad kept complaining it was very hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was once my dad wanted to go to the restroom and I directed him to the wrong one (the girls' toilet) and instead of following my guide, he insisted that he saw a male toilet somewhere and he was right. I felt so guilty of being a Chung Cheng student for 3+ years and not knowing exactly where the toilets are. x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, someone said my dad looks cute ( like me lah hahahahaha) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then after a relatively long wait, it was finally the time. I wanted Ms Ang initially, but we ended up with Ms Lim anyway. It wasn't as bad as I thought lah. But. But. But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apparently Ms Lim went like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU YIQING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" when she gave us my result slip. I was like stunned and speechless. I don't know what to say lorh. Afterall, what can you still say when you failed 4 subjects (all E8 &amp;amp; F9s) -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then my dad very funny. He kept saying that I have a weak body &amp;amp; kept falling sick, which is quite true lah. Then Ms Lim went on to say like, ya, Yi Qing, I remember you being absent for quite a few times right, 3 or 4 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I was like "No, two times only." Awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then anyway, she went on to say about the importance of living a healthy lifestyle and so and so. In fact, the entire session was almost about that. After which, both of them kept insisting that I must eat my breakfast and stuffs. x.x"" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then there was this moment I felt like crying because I don't know what my dad say lah, make me very touched. Then Ms Lim was like "See? Your parents care so much about you!" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; wu wu...I know lah I very touched okay T_T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So nothing much already S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The most funny part was, when I went to eat with my dad later on after the session, he commented that my teacher looked quite weak herself (coz she quite skinny mah) and its such an irony that she wanted me to be healthy. Okay lah, I think Ms Lim quite healthy lo, netball teacher-in-charge leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then came home, nap and woke up with a flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alehluyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;QING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-156526051267725732?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/156526051267725732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=156526051267725732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/156526051267725732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/156526051267725732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/parents-meeting-session.html' title='Parents meeting session'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3743717616858742556</id><published>2010-03-15T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:07:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ariselifeskills.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/words-can-hurt-poster-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 587px;" src="http://ariselifeskills.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/words-can-hurt-poster-bw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I got quite hurt because one of my classmate said something a bit mean to me today ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him though, because it's quite true, but still, spare a thought for my feelings ): It's not that I didn't try to make myself better; I did.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am a type 'S' -.- I get hurt easily. Maybe you don't think your statement can hurt even a little, but other may think otherwise (esp type 'S' , we think a lil too much you see)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. ): Now I am sad because I realized no matter how much I try I just can't seem to solve the problem. But hey hey, im not giving up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A very happy belated birthday to Ji-Gu ! :D &lt;/span&gt;(his birthday was yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S53AVYcOqaI/AAAAAAAABnw/BiIZ_OtGKmc/s1600-h/PC250018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S53AVYcOqaI/AAAAAAAABnw/BiIZ_OtGKmc/s400/PC250018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722597758806434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ji-Gu &amp;amp; his super-nice house ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Digress a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S52_66lF8VI/AAAAAAAABno/OkeOiaEQRSU/s1600-h/HB+Qing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S52_66lF8VI/AAAAAAAABno/OkeOiaEQRSU/s400/HB+Qing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722143066321234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my present from Wilson Papa ^^ !&lt;br /&gt;Thanks papa ! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super nice righttttt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3743717616858742556?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3743717616858742556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3743717616858742556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3743717616858742556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3743717616858742556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5burNTA624/S53AVYcOqaI/AAAAAAAABnw/BiIZ_OtGKmc/s72-c/PC250018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-754947986407853940</id><published>2010-03-09T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:49:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;也许是我太乖　偶尔被忘了寵愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;才学会孤单的勇敢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-754947986407853940?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/754947986407853940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=754947986407853940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/754947986407853940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/754947986407853940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4883964016259187065</id><published>2010-03-06T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:29:55.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill A Mockingbird play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the TKAM play by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Toy Factory&lt;/span&gt; was awesooome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Opening-Song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 382px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Opening-Song.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like, I don't have to imagine the scene in my brain already loh! But after watching the play, I feel kinda sad because Tom Robinson had to die in such a cruel manner (kena shot 17 times what turf) and and and... he... is&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; handsome&lt;/span&gt;!! (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dill is so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; adorable&lt;/span&gt; in the play okay :) ! He's totally like a child (altho he's supposed to be) but he seemed to understand things much faster than Scout :) Scout (very pretty) &amp;amp; Jem (also very handsome) acted really well too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atticus didn't really look that old in the play. But there's this moment of his long speech about racism made me realise a lot of things &amp;amp; I actually felt&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; guilty&lt;/span&gt; somehow. :( I think all of us should really start reflecting on our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; when Tom Robinson was "found guilty", I was like soooo angry &amp;amp; sad &amp;amp; frustrated although I already know the story &amp;amp; ending. But its like just so _____ !!!! I can't believe this kind of unfairness really happened before. How many innocent lives were lost because of this kind of cruel, false accusations, simply because of prejudice? It's unbearable just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, photos gop-ed from one of the cast members blog. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Court-Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 350px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Court-Scene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trial scene (guilty Mayella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Scout-and-Atticus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 720px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Scout-and-Atticus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heartwarming scene of Scout &amp;amp; Atticus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Boo-Radley-Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 372px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Boo-Radley-Scene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jem, Dill ( SO CUTE RIGHT!) &amp;amp; Scout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Jem-and-Scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 587px; height: 390px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Jem-and-Scout.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jem &amp;amp; Scout in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Ending-Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 345px;" src="http://shouchen.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/TKAM-Ending-Scene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4883964016259187065?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4883964016259187065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4883964016259187065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4883964016259187065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4883964016259187065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-kill-mockingbird-play.html' title='To Kill A Mockingbird play'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-3270576980136536628</id><published>2010-02-24T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:05:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of the Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wz1xA5kxVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wz1xA5kxVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel abit emo.&lt;br /&gt;): R.I.P to those who died in the Titanic incident ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-3270576980136536628?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/3270576980136536628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=3270576980136536628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3270576980136536628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/3270576980136536628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-of-ocean.html' title='Heart of the Ocean'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-1263905018769003065</id><published>2010-02-23T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:20:57.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, he said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;knowing that the missing for home inevitable&lt;br /&gt;To travel hundred, thousands miles&lt;br /&gt;for self- reward, for a place so incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Vacation"&lt;/span&gt; - Fyna, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL. Self-made poem. A bit not up to the poet's standard but at least I tried okay! It's about my brother who's probably on his way to Japan now! :D! He did well in his poly-years and now he's on vacation to Japan for one month~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ): I gonna miss him so much. But... I can also... *grins at his laptop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, might have some&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; major changes&lt;/span&gt; to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the change of url. I abit sian of the current url already, and I want something more ... personal or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sophisticated&lt;/span&gt; (suits me well HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, im seriously contemplating the lock-age of my blog, which means only some people can access to it. Because I don't think my posts will remain v interesting as before...so no point reading it lah, unless you want to spy on me or stalk me or because you simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admire &lt;/span&gt;me (coughs) or you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; me until want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; so have to check my blog everyday (abit scary..) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this remains a huge debate because I usually blog for people -_- so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CT coming. &lt;/span&gt;Gotta work harddddddd! *wavers at the thought of using my bro's laptop* . :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Btw, what url should I change to ~? Suggestions anybody? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-1263905018769003065?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/1263905018769003065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=1263905018769003065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1263905018769003065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/1263905018769003065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon voyage'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4485759380296807607</id><published>2010-02-19T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:01:34.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I realised the only guy who is showing any slight interest in me is a Nazi-obsessed psychopath. He uses lovely pick up lines such as "Hey, do you know how much it hurts to staple your hand?" FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, like all days, my cat brought something to my doorstep. Usually it's a slew of dead mice; but today he decided to bring this big, ugly snake. I'm always the only one in my family 'brave' enough to go fetch our cat's gift.It took until lifting it up to realize. The snake wasn't dead. FML&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;a href="http://fmylife.com/"&gt; FML.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4485759380296807607?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4485759380296807607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4485759380296807607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4485759380296807607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4485759380296807607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-fml.html' title='two FML'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-5716924811545645885</id><published>2010-02-14T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:59:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's.... Tiger time!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f7.wretch.yimg.com/cwwany/25/1074038493.jpg?q0vseYxDdBERrxDfSkJ34A3wN3Lv9K8XTx0demDRNO2MUkvKc1xP1dDg9F6Q0mg-"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 282px;" src="http://f7.wretch.yimg.com/cwwany/25/1074038493.jpg?q0vseYxDdBERrxDfSkJ34A3wN3Lv9K8XTx0demDRNO2MUkvKc1xP1dDg9F6Q0mg-" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...literally. It's tiger year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/or/valentines-cute/valentines-cute4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/or/valentines-cute/valentines-cute4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting... happy valentine's day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Just a few hours ago, as I was walking into the bathroom to take a shower, I slipped and knocked my knee and hit my hand. So much for a great CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-5716924811545645885?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/5716924811545645885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=5716924811545645885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5716924811545645885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/5716924811545645885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-tiger-time.html' title='It&apos;s.... Tiger time!!!!'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-305646002837412981</id><published>2010-02-12T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:05:21.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hearts" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Hearts/Love-2.jpg" alt="Heart Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post themed Love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How do you know if you're in love with a person?&lt;/span&gt; ~ Come, let Love Doctor Qing tell you the symptoms ~ of... LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. You think of the person almost every second (sometimes even in dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You hope he/she will appear suddenly when you're going to walk pass a corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And when he/she does, your heart goes pik pok pik pok pik pok.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You find yourself glancing in his/her direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When he/she caught you staring in their direction, you quickly change directly/look down (and pik pok pik pok again o-o?) and pretend you didn't look at him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You want to glance in their direction but at the same time you also don't want (coz donwan be so obvious mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You jumped around in joy when he/she sms you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You will make a reply that will require him/her to reply back (so that you can have a longer message with him/her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first thing you come online is to find his/her name. If he/she is online, you will either talk to him/her, or wait for him/her to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If he/she don't talk to you, you will spend your entire time staring at his/her name in your msn list, until he/she talk to you. Or, you will buay tahan and talk to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You find chatting with him/her the most enjoyable thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Other people can be very disturbing/irritating but he/she will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You contemplated to share/already shared secrets with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You find it abit uncomfortable/uneasy when he/she is near/around you for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You are unusually polite/naughty towards him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When you're reading this...you're thinking of that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, you might ask me know how I know all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. So many years of shuai ge-s finding, if I don't know I abnormal already OKAY! ~ okay end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice nice Valentine people! :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-305646002837412981?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/305646002837412981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=305646002837412981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/305646002837412981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/305646002837412981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Hearts/th_Love-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-4127325826859127895</id><published>2010-02-07T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:43:48.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pain" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj184/StormyDeal/Pain.jpg" alt="Pain Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days. Im in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be feeling well, and my mood of course will be horrible lah ): Be nice to me okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-4127325826859127895?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/4127325826859127895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=4127325826859127895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4127325826859127895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/4127325826859127895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-7176809643389515895</id><published>2010-02-04T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:36:34.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is vanish-able.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rsc.anu.edu.au/rscnews/year2005/Images/RSC_News_Issue12_work.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 629px; height: 666px;" src="http://rsc.anu.edu.au/rscnews/year2005/Images/RSC_News_Issue12_work.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gua gua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo many events. Soooo many things I have to do/must do/shall do/need to do/will do!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO LITTLE TIME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the events are not like, easy to do. In fact many are all my first times! And its not even first kiss or first boyfriend!!!!! Arghh! Now I don't even have time to take glances at shuai ge-s. If you are me, you will be fed up too right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy another comb&lt;br /&gt;Reason: My previous comb broke in the pressure of my unruly hair. R.I.P my combie, you had a great life of serving me for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sending CNY cards&lt;br /&gt;Reason: To give you people a happier new year lah! Now I don't even have the time to paste stamps on the envelopes. And thinking who to send the cards to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shorten my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Reason: For CNY la..the jeans too long I too short, can't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish my homework on time/beforetime.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Because teachers will murder me if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend more time with Polie.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Because I am going crazy sooner or later &amp;amp; needed console -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tomorrow gonna be a scary day for me. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-7176809643389515895?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/7176809643389515895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=7176809643389515895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7176809643389515895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/7176809643389515895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-is-vanish-able.html' title='Time is vanish-able.'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-8195343882695028506</id><published>2010-02-01T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:45:07.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ikSQgDs7zE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ikSQgDs7zE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^One emo song I like. Find it very sadddd lahhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today passed like a dream ~ Had 3 lessons with Mdm Samboo: Eng, Lit and another Eng (she substitute Ms Ang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a surprise test during Lit! Like, what turffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally had no idea what exact answer to write since I have totally no idea what that entire chapter about rhythm and rhyme was about. I was cracking my head my answers so as usual, wrote craps (at least better than nothing right! Somemore my craps always got marks one LOL)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like seriously lor, WHAT HAS&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; GOTTA DO WITH &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BETRAYAL&lt;/span&gt;??!! NO LINK, NO LINK RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO RELATE THEM?!?! CANNOT RIGHT?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO LINK NO LINK NO LINK!!&lt;/span&gt; *tugs hair*&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOTALLY NOT EZ-LINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a gust of cold wind blew pass..* ...cold joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, FRIED SABA FISH SET IS TOTALLY PARADISE FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it love it love it! Addicted to it already T___T my $5.90 ah my $5.90 T__T ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2433875778_a474ffb4b0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 649px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2433875778_a474ffb4b0_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER, I repeat, NEVER underestimate this fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-8195343882695028506?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/8195343882695028506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=8195343882695028506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8195343882695028506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/8195343882695028506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-love.html' title='Time to Love'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2433875778_a474ffb4b0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215801003626136942.post-2762914099249817903</id><published>2010-01-31T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:54:14.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Min Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://minho.jp/img/gallery/gp36b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 328px;" src="http://minho.jp/img/gallery/gp36b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that the above guy is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;QING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215801003626136942-2762914099249817903?l=faded--light.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/feeds/2762914099249817903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215801003626136942&amp;postID=2762914099249817903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2762914099249817903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215801003626136942/posts/default/2762914099249817903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faded--light.blogspot.com/2010/01/lee-min-ho.html' title='Lee Min Ho'/><author><name>Fynaaa`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881839143428463744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
