<?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-116451218990704392</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:23:03.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Savour o' life♪</title><subtitle type='html'>Dance like no one is watching. &lt;br&gt;
Sing like no one is listening. &lt;br&gt;
Love like you've never been hurt 
and live like it's heaven on Earth.&lt;br&gt;
That's the way of life...=)&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-1220850304380751783</id><published>2011-09-02T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:26:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sue xD</title><content type='html'>after watching glee, i got inspired by Sue Sylvester---the terrible and horrible cheerio's coach~&lt;div&gt;that is..to write to somebody, like talking to someone in every post in my blog =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sue...she wrote in her journal book with everything started with a..Dear Journal, and blah blah blah. i found it fun! so...although i really really dislike u Sue Sylvester &amp;gt;&amp;lt; but still, thanks for inspiring me! haha =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... from today onward, i will start writing to my dearest B, B---Blogger. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-1220850304380751783?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/1220850304380751783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2011/09/thanks-sue-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1220850304380751783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1220850304380751783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2011/09/thanks-sue-xd.html' title='Thanks Sue xD'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-6766339674021661542</id><published>2011-06-23T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:45:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i thought of having my memories written out in here…but at the moment..i don’t have time~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sigh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is something i’ve got in mind recently, or maybe my roommate is right about me, of what i want.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is the thing: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;everytime i m at the bus-station…i kinda have this in mind…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Am i waiting for the bus, or waiting for someone to come by…? ” i wondered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ha. =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQb-Ua5UdPKkM5LmaEdxJD7GUPH30li6lBovAedY-4Ro6PThFFW" width="194" height="259"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmm.. i wondered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-6766339674021661542?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/6766339674021661542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/6766339674021661542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/6766339674021661542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-1409033215270021600</id><published>2010-07-27T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:52:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog design : )</title><content type='html'>ah! done with my new blog design~&lt;div&gt;its really nice...happy+ing X]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, exams around the corner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still am having busy life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these and that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the never ending EXERCISES. -o-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if there's still time or stamina to work for the revisions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doubted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know what, results aren't always with FLYING COLORS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bless me with .. at least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...haha =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAMBATEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-1409033215270021600?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/1409033215270021600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1409033215270021600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1409033215270021600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-blog-design.html' title='new blog design : )'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-443174710894247637</id><published>2010-05-17T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:45:31.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>wooh....yesterday i told my mother~&lt;br /&gt;SPM, is a BAD dream, of mine&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;(might be yours, too :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and...I WISH TO WAKE UP!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...zzZzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ZZzZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;**uhhh...please wake me up &gt;&lt;**&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/116451218990704392-443174710894247637?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/443174710894247637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/443174710894247637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/443174710894247637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/05/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-969290853818683064</id><published>2010-04-13T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:55:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night before oral test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i have a question for myself..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;can i just skip a night of sleep? i wonder…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT! the only option for me is NO. b-e-c-a-u-s-e, i m having oral test tomorrow...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;people might think “ORAL TEST SHJ MAH…”, means they think that wouldn't be a problem to me. (i feel like skinning them—so don’t you ever let me hear you talking that way..! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;honestly, it might be AN EASY THING to do..as for me.&amp;#160; i can just walk out there and talk about my hobby and family and psychology (XD), but of course, without Nigel there…as it’d be terribly embarrassing…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;are you saying that i ‘admire’him?!?! owh…come on. not that it’s impossible, just…not my cup of tea X).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;back to that…that day…the presentation about the chapter 6-smoking…owh.. i m sure if the bell didn’t ring on time..I WILL D-I-G a H-O-L-E, and do whatever the ostrich do...! HIDE AND POSSIBLY GET MY HEAD BURIED!!! TOT!!! argh…just think how GENG he is...making me wanna hide myself=lost confidence in talking. bleh-o-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;back to tomorrow’s oral...eh, 12:49am already leh. means? ORAL TEST IS COMING!!! (my stomach is growling...i m not hungry-even if yes so what? i’ll not eat this early morning and dirty up my brushed-shiny-teeth! what i’ll do is just let the fats burn..so that i can slim down a bit XD---nonsense)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;immediate oral test is not a problem to me...but then, IT IS A PROBLEM, when there is 0 preparation = not prepared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;T-T … T^T … TOT !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-969290853818683064?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/969290853818683064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-before-oral-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/969290853818683064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/969290853818683064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-before-oral-test.html' title='night before oral test'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-6461198726918374268</id><published>2010-02-03T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:02:00.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;got my dearly present: 2 g'soft ball point pen, today~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;feeling warm~thanks to my dear ANGEL~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hehe...i kinda suspect somebody as my little angel ad~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;careful! and look out! i might be watching you all the time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;though it's just pens, i m satisfied! thanks...again! lalala~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hapi~X)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2mdd40MsoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xk-wLP7YEdw/s1600-h/pen2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pen2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="pen2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2mdeS9BYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gKCNBq__1Hk/pen2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-6461198726918374268?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/6461198726918374268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/6461198726918374268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/6461198726918374268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-present.html' title='1st Present'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2mdeS9BYUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gKCNBq__1Hk/s72-c/pen2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-4317854855303517563</id><published>2010-02-02T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:10:51.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master vs Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2gkS13L1OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/saw3Cvnr8Kw/s1600-h/joyce-birkenstock-baby-angel-iv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2gkS13L1OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/saw3Cvnr8Kw/s200/joyce-birkenstock-baby-angel-iv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433632856537289954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick at random,&lt;div&gt;i've got my MASTER, today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while serving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder, who is my ANGEL?&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/116451218990704392-4317854855303517563?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/4317854855303517563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/02/master-vs-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4317854855303517563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4317854855303517563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2010/02/master-vs-angel.html' title='Master vs Angel'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2gkS13L1OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/saw3Cvnr8Kw/s72-c/joyce-birkenstock-baby-angel-iv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-3031528728817945015</id><published>2010-01-30T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:10:10.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw</title><content type='html'>staring out of the window  &lt;div&gt;i wondered ...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;how's everything?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;there&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;i saw the sunset&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;it was beautiful&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;but i felt sad&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;i saw people jogging&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;it was good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;but i felt tired&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;i saw birds flying back to their homes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;it was time&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffff33"&gt;but i left, to run after my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2mfhkMHhzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_rdXm3jhhE/s1600-h/look%20out%20the%20window%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="look out the window" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="165" alt="look out the window" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/S2mfi5kcUvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2cFzFLukYBE/look%20out%20the%20window_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-3031528728817945015?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/3031528728817945015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;img src="https://cvztlw.blu.livefilestore.com/y1mcVJknJITMrCRSRGAdQZKS_jRY5qEkWbB4SUUgKRy7BDJMcvRb3_uFI_SJ2pgzMWwt0qwJW8ddfhel_nHCYPKGB3eqfK9GSQCLKKK9ZNhhgDzyBegdo49uAFivXgCKagG6TeYlNQudxMZzywyHdVz9w/Into_new_year_by_Ciril_thumb[16].jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:'Segoe UI,Tahoma,Arial,Sans-serif', Verdana, Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;走在街上的行人，随时，随地，会被天上掉下来的鸟屎，piak！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;人生，就是这样，充满惊喜、充满欢乐；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;人生，总是这样，一年又一年……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;就这样，一年又一年，来到了2009年；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;今天是2009年的第365天；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;夕阳，在地平线上逝去后，你该知道，新的一年要来了；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;你更知道，今天晚上，你不用睡觉，因为那些太有钱的人在放烟花；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;人生，有再多的惊喜、再多的欢乐，你死了也带不去；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;新的一年，只是日历要换过，不是新的开始；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;能让每一天，像新的一年；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;靠你的双手，为身边的人贡献；&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;至少你死了，别人也不会把你忘记……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;by Mr. Q Qiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;**我觉得不错，所以就copy了过来供欣赏X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Segoe UI,Tahoma,Arial,Sans-serif', Verdana, 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exams...yeah i did. but not that hard, not as hard as my sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;results out are truly getting worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i regretted. sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to work everything out next year, which i never really did it before, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spm, really m not easy. my headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me best luck=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my classmate, who dislike me sooo much...&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today said thank you to me, after i did what he asked me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never really did i feel somebody DISLIKE me sooo much, pretty hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like very much to find out why. wondering. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you can say i m really not dedicated to my society, but still i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter he, they or anyone else believe it or not. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never did i feel so bad, to get somebody talk about you, behind you, you know, bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention sad, i really disappointed with myself. m i really that unfriendly? &gt;&lt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope i can get to know why, a somebody hate me so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as told, papers were given back. not all of course, today is just the 1st day holiday, after 8 days of exams and the marathon in the year 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my chinese essay back--the only thing that i m proud of , always=)...24 over 30 marks for that section, essay writing. one of the three who got 24--highest in class...i m not proud, just happy. just that's simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm simple. that's my title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought of that title, cause no longer before, quite some stuffs, happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't wan to show off, i m the president of the farewell party, it's my responsibility to stop the quarrel between the boys. i didn't 'show out' myself and i didn't mean to 'interrupt' them or get into the quarrel. they asked me to get back their dignity, they lost their face. both groups of students asked me for that. see? i didn't really want to get myself in it. both students are my friends. i could have just leave them there, and get their fights started. see, i m the president that day,and they are my friends. still young, i don't want to see them get a dirty mark in their secondary school life. and, if they fight, teacher would have ask me why i didn't stop them, can't the others see that? He said i m proud, like a peacock. i m trying to make things easier, not to fight for dignity, or what, just to get things over. i tried to talk to them, and i really mean it. still, he and the others said i m showing off. show off? no way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can only say, they r not my true friend. they don't know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need time, to get over all these criticizes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope that things will get better. and he will not hate me so much anymore. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST want to say, i am simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM A SIMPLE PERSON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i care, i love, i laugh, i smile, i cry, i yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't that simple enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. that's the savour of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;整个太平洋的水全部倒得出吗？不行&lt;br /&gt;所以我并不爱你。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;轻舞飞扬's plane:&lt;br /&gt;“我轻轻的舞着，在拥挤的人群之中，&lt;br /&gt;你投射过来异样的眼神，&lt;br /&gt;诧异也好，欣赏也罢，&lt;br /&gt;并不曾使我的舞步凌乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为令我飞扬的，不是你注视的目光，&lt;br /&gt;而是我年轻的心。”&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;my plane:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“午夜的降临，宣告着我们的约定，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;谁   也不曾许诺，但无形中都到了那条线上。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;窗外   下着雨，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;点点滴滴，汇成永不扭曲的直线，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;宛如高空夜下，我们  那永垂不朽的爱情。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看完了Stephanie Meyers的The Host，几乎瘫了。。。想再看Twilight却精神不足。。。是喜是悲呢？还是庆幸大脑发出休息的警告了？还记得那本书是回馈给Stephanie的妈妈的："To my mother, Candy, who taught me that love is the best part of any story."（不敢保证记对了，但意思大概是这样吧）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;911，对于美国人来说是很具意义的一天吧。。。对我来说，也是一样，不同的事，那天是我挚爱的爸爸不告而别，环游世界去了~妈说梦到爸爸很快乐，住在一个不同的地方，而且头发还是黑的呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;写写博客，是满爽的~下回再续。。。&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/116451218990704392-8609526225944006177?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/8609526225944006177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-1374140687461525336</id><published>2009-07-30T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:55:52.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking for Happiness</title><content type='html'>days after days&lt;br /&gt;amount of things to do renews everyday with an increasing number&lt;br /&gt;ha..life is just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not feeling happy, or sad&lt;br /&gt;just like what xuan said, blur.&lt;br /&gt;eyes bags are becoming heavier, ready to burst&lt;br /&gt;into tears which i wouldn't want it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like share some lines in this post: &lt;br /&gt;it is our duty&lt;br /&gt;in everthing we do&lt;br /&gt;to do our best with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;no excuses,&lt;br /&gt;no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? life is just-like-that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all people wish to end pain or suffer&lt;br /&gt;and find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;the rest is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, still, our bags are heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up and down everyday,&lt;br /&gt;with different kinds of loads..&lt;br /&gt;keep changing everyday, and at the same time, adding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's following our footsteps...from this minute to next&lt;br /&gt;non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;and the older we grow...&lt;br /&gt;the loads, are even heavier - than ever.&lt;br /&gt;i m not happy with that kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the word SAD,or worry,&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for ME,&lt;br /&gt;if you keep going on, with sadness flowing all around you...&lt;br /&gt;life would be meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dears, please be happy everyday, every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-1374140687461525336?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-7424879209213144272</id><published>2009-07-10T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:38:41.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time CREEPS...Sadness FLOWS</title><content type='html'>WHAT HAPPENED?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed like it had been turned up side down..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE MATTER?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Just a moments time..again i met with death...somebody i love, somebody we love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say...every word sounds meaningless to me&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to descibe...that kinda feeling&lt;br /&gt;oh god, that's too much!!&lt;br /&gt;everytime...everytime after something had happened, only then we regretted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why shouldn't we learn how to appreciate?!&lt;br /&gt;that's cruel to us...&lt;br /&gt;HEY FRIEND! everyone wants you to wake up now!!! &lt;br /&gt;don't sleep anymore...&lt;br /&gt;...please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me? we missed you&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us hope for the best...of couse.&lt;br /&gt;pray for her, i think that's the think we can do for her¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**for always, i know that. stay happy, live a happy life, appreciate everything we have. As, we don't know what will happen next...and, who will be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad...feels so bad. we are not very good friends, but still we are friends!&lt;br /&gt;hope for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless all of us everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;**good night, dad.&lt;br /&gt;  good night, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;  good night, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**remember to be happy always, nothing gonna repeat again for you if you missed it...as time creeps...like creepers...soundless and unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友，愿你一路走好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-7424879209213144272?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/7424879209213144272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-creepssadness-flows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/7424879209213144272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/7424879209213144272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-creepssadness-flows.html' title='Time CREEPS...Sadness FLOWS'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-7511718754614848557</id><published>2009-06-28T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:44:37.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Calculator</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Birthday Calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 March 1993&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 30 June 1992 which was a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Aries.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune cookie reads:&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a place to draw true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 &amp;amp; 9.&lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 2, 5 &amp;amp; 11.&lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 7, 8 &amp;amp; 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2449069.5.&lt;br /&gt;The golden number for 1993 is 18.&lt;br /&gt;The epact number for 1993 is 6.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1993 was not a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 1/23/1993 and ending 2/9/1994.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the Rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Hawk; your plant is Dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of Pachons, the first month of the season of Shomu (Harvest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 1 Nisan 5753.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 2 Nisan 5753.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.19.17.5 which is&lt;br /&gt;12 baktun 18 katun 19 tun 17 uinal 5 kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Tuesday, 29 Ramadan 1413 (1413-9-29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 11 April 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 18 April 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 24 February 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 30 May 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 6 June 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Thursday, 16 September 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 6 April 1993.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 23 February 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 6/28/2009 6:17:10 AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;You are 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 195 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 849 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 5,941 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 142,590 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 8,555,417 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 513,325,030 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Keri Russell (1976) Chaka Khan (1953) Roger Bannister (1929)&lt;br /&gt;Doc Watson (1923) Wernher Von Braun (1912) Akira Kurosawa (1910)&lt;br /&gt;Joan Crawford (1904)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top songs of 1993&lt;br /&gt;Dreamlover by Mariah Carey That's the Way Love Goes by Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Can't Help Falling In Love by UB40 Informer by Snow&lt;br /&gt;I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) by Meat Loaf Hero by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;Again by Janet Jackson Freak Me by Silk&lt;br /&gt;Weak by SWV (Sisters with Voices) A Whole New World (Aladdin's Theme) by Peabo Bryson &amp;amp; Regina Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.3252446183953 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky day is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky number is 9.&lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet(s) is Mars &amp;amp; Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky dates are 9th, 18th, 27th.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition sign is Libra.&lt;br /&gt;Your opposition number(s) is 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of your lucky days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 268 days till your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;on which your cake will have 17 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 17 candles produce 17 BTUs,&lt;br /&gt;or 4,284 calories of heat (that's only 4.2840 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 1.94 US ounces of water with that many candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 there were approximately 4.1 million births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 the US population was approximately 248,709,873 people, 70.3 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 in the US there were 2,334,000 marriages (9%) and 1,187,000 divorces (4.6%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 in the US there were approximately 2,148,000 deaths (8.6 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 the population of Australia was approximately 17,759,999.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 there were approximately 260,229 births in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 in Australia there were approximately 113,255 marriages and 48,363 divorces.&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 in Australia there were approximately 121,599 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth flower is DAFFODIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystical properties of Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine is often used to experience love and mercy. It is said to help ease depression and grief.&lt;br /&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade, Rock Crystal, Bloodstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut Tree, the Extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;Charming, undemanding, very understanding, knows how to make an impression, active fighter for social cause, popular, moody and capricious lover, honest and tolerant partner, precise sense of judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 180 days till Christmas 2009!&lt;br /&gt;There are 193 days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were&lt;br /&gt;born was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hey, why don't you check yours too?^^&lt;br /&gt;click this: &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.org/BirthDay.asp"&gt;Birthday Calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-6384524512466314138</id><published>2009-05-31T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:31:53.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>时间~过得真快哦 [+生日快乐:)]</title><content type='html'>不一会儿考试季节又过去了。。。&lt;br /&gt;挨了2，3个星期不动电脑，感觉快疯了XD&lt;br /&gt;哈 感官也很怪 怎么就突然觉得每天都不难过去&lt;br /&gt;没有ANDY和LEE MAN及那6个商科生在班上的日子 数数 竟然有半年了哦&lt;br /&gt;真快&lt;br /&gt;那天和XX老师谈过后，才发觉原来我这“活得这么乱”&lt;br /&gt;决定了！ 我要改变我的“日常生活”&lt;br /&gt;（不是因为千篇一律。。。 而是太没有规律了 所以不改不行）&lt;br /&gt;哈 终于有方向了 q(O-O)p&lt;br /&gt;昨天从下午1点就“拼命”看戏 看到显了却还是一直在看&lt;br /&gt;不过也不错嘛 竟然让我撞上立威廉的旧戏 不过结局却是不好的&lt;br /&gt;哼 不爽&lt;br /&gt;今天下午莫名其妙去做facial（我下回不要了！）&lt;br /&gt;才发现 原来世间最痛苦的事 莫过于做facial&lt;br /&gt;真是痛死了！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉。。。！唉。。。。。。！！&lt;br /&gt;怎么总是有不顺的事呢？&lt;br /&gt;真应了“人生不如意事十之八九”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这篇应该算是第二个“说话篇”吧&lt;br /&gt;有时候 想要写部落格 非常非常想 但还是没写成&lt;br /&gt;到了能写的时候 又不懂要写啥了&lt;br /&gt;所以废话连篇 （看到这里的朋友 我真是谢谢你了哦 真有耐心^^）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以啊 平时“文学篇”就特别多。。。&lt;br /&gt;经验不足 总需要点时间的吧&lt;br /&gt;哈 不写了 是时候睡觉了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后。。。祝31/5的生日宝宝-Andy...生日快乐！&lt;br /&gt;生日歌：&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;br /&gt;You Are Borned In The Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Like Monkeys And Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;You Smell Like One Too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Anderson!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-6384524512466314138?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/6384524512466314138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-4375034676043164298</id><published>2009-05-09T00:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:58:15.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今天</title><content type='html'>今天，又想起了那天 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为你的出现，好好的生活被搞得一团糟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因为你的出现，另一个他被冷落了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;心里不禁为那另个他感不平&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;想问问他，你快乐吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;答案似乎就是那样子的，但我还是不确定，不敢肯定&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;矛盾&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[人生本来就没有意义，你要为之确立意义]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;引用那一篇文章的题目&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就成了：[人生本来就没有快乐，你要为之制造快乐]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天碰上面的人，明天或许就如他们说的，“挂”了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;要不，就是移民了 等等&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;从此以后 不再见&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;那么多不为人知的明日事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人生又哪来的快乐？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;若本身老是在烦些不快乐的事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人生又哪来的快乐？ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只要想着快乐的事，才会快乐&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只有自己 才能让自己快乐&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SgRntnM2baI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8kpEZ86K3MA/s1600-h/RSCN4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333501892028165538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SgRntnM2baI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8kpEZ86K3MA/s200/RSCN4635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SgRpGtSSuhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-HUbRYYZ5iU/s1600-h/DSCN4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333503422669961746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SgRpGtSSuhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-HUbRYYZ5iU/s200/DSCN4633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐往往就像一只蝴蝶，越想伸手去捉它，反而就会落空。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人的一生烦恼越多，快乐就越少，而烦恼越少，快乐也就自然多了起来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-4375034676043164298?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/4375034676043164298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4375034676043164298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4375034676043164298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='今天'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SgRntnM2baI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8kpEZ86K3MA/s72-c/RSCN4635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-2700366537579078936</id><published>2009-04-24T23:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:28:40.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytales---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every fairytales ended with a happy ending, don’t you think so?&lt;br /&gt;They sound in this way…&lt;br /&gt;‘..And they live happily ever after...’ ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got my own childhood&lt;br /&gt;Read numerous fairytales...and they are wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like these&lt;br /&gt;---Cinderella got her prince she was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;---Snow White was saved by her prince with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;---Belle lived a different life with a beast who turned out to be her charming prince&lt;br /&gt;---Sleeping Beauty woke up after hundreds of years by a kiss from her brave prince&lt;br /&gt;---Ariel the mermaid finally married her beloved prince who was a man with legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---Princess Jasmine met with the street urchin, Aladdin and had a splendid ride on a magic carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so and so...many more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i never heard of a story of CINDERELLA whose father practiced the dance with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before the ball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinderella - &lt;/strong&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She spins and she sways&lt;br /&gt;To whatever song plays&lt;br /&gt;Without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting here wearing&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day&lt;br /&gt;And there's still work to do&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling at me&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Dad, I need you&lt;br /&gt;There's a ball at the castle&lt;br /&gt;And I've been invited&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know if I approve of the dress&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away&lt;br /&gt;And I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just glowing and telling us all they had plannedS&lt;br /&gt;he says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away&lt;br /&gt;But I need to practice my dancing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please, Daddy, please?"&lt;br /&gt;So I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;While she is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know something the prince never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will dance with Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss even one song&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight&lt;br /&gt;And she'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cinderella had a father, and yet he couldn't wait to see her daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting married with her prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, this will be the special one, i think=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and...i m thinking that is my post related to that song...? urgh..whatever :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-miss you dad-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-2700366537579078936?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/2700366537579078936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairytales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/2700366537579078936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/2700366537579078936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairytales.html' title='Fairytales---'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-4079424741668405450</id><published>2009-04-19T22:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:14:06.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>突然好想你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;拿起笔&lt;br /&gt;放下笔&lt;br /&gt;心里想的都是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尝试过 努力过&lt;br /&gt;要忘记你&lt;br /&gt;却都遇上无尽的失败&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心里好痛&lt;br /&gt;不敢设想其他&lt;br /&gt;唉 还是想想自己算了&lt;br /&gt;可我不懂什么叫 自私&lt;br /&gt;因为我的字典里 没有那个字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢想太多&lt;br /&gt;却又 突然好想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;突然好想你-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;五月天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;最怕空气突然安静&lt;br /&gt;最怕朋友突然的关心&lt;br /&gt;最怕回忆突然翻滚&lt;br /&gt;绞痛着不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然听到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;想念如果会有声音&lt;br /&gt;不愿那是悲伤的哭泣&lt;br /&gt;事到如今&lt;br /&gt;终於让自已属於我自已&lt;br /&gt;只剩眼泪还骗不过自己&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你&lt;br /&gt;你会在哪里&lt;br /&gt;过的快乐或委屈&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你&lt;br /&gt;突然锋利的回忆&lt;br /&gt;突然模糊的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;我们像一首最美丽的歌曲&lt;br /&gt;变成两部悲伤的电影&lt;br /&gt;为什麽你&lt;br /&gt;带我走过最难忘的旅行&lt;br /&gt;然後留下最痛的纪念品&lt;br /&gt;我们那麽甜 那麽美&lt;br /&gt;那麽相信&lt;br /&gt;那麽疯 那麽热烈的曾经&lt;br /&gt;为何我们&lt;br /&gt;还是要奔向各自的幸福&lt;br /&gt;和遗憾中老去&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你&lt;br /&gt;你会在哪里&lt;br /&gt;过的快乐或委屈&lt;br /&gt;突然好想你&lt;br /&gt;突然锋利的回忆&lt;br /&gt;突然模糊的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;最怕空气突然安静&lt;br /&gt;最怕朋友突然的关心&lt;br /&gt;最怕回忆突然翻滚&lt;br /&gt;绞痛着不平息&lt;br /&gt;最怕突然听到你的消息&lt;br /&gt;最怕此生已经决定自己过&lt;br /&gt;没有你却又突然&lt;br /&gt;听到你的消息 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然 好想你...&lt;br /&gt;只想问你说：&lt;br /&gt;“你好吗？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-4079424741668405450?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/4079424741668405450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4079424741668405450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4079424741668405450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html' title='突然好想你'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-846895254369136950</id><published>2009-04-14T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:45:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate in HELP U/C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeRfrKykDpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C_DzHn3NQUw/s1600-h/adv_faculties.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324485854694215314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeRfrKykDpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C_DzHn3NQUw/s400/adv_faculties.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HELP University College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust like walking in a long long tunnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we headed for SR08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the only different part compare to a 'true' tunnel is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the tunnel were full with DIFFERENT kinds of people which were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of coz, from &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; countries &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stupidly, i followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but in the meantime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i m searching for the SIGN of toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;luckily i found it&lt;br /&gt;but no sign written or showed that that's a gal toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that makes me feel like a dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wondering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAN I GO IN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my friends laughed at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they said PINK COLOR TOILET OF COZ IT'S FOR YOU GALS LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which made me felt stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so embarassing=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this was the 1st time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i saw a debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's so cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;POI!" "NOT ACCEPTED."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"POI!" "DENIED, SORRY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"POI!" "SIT DOWN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't you think so? ha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the next thing i knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were leaving that room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heading to the main hall which was the place that we've our 1st STEP in HELP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and again, we need to walk a long long way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we queued up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, for my dear lunch (my stomach was grumbling...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sitting in the theater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we had our drinks and of coz lunch...with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'boneless' chicken, Italian noodles, fried rice and mash potato=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that Guang Hong took a bottle from the stage(there's been provided H2O for the debaters)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then he did the juggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the bottle tumbled onto the floor and of coz, it burst&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but... URGH! &gt;o&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LUCKILY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the water split on my leg only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i' d have skinned him alive..! WAHAHA?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and THEN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he put it back onto the debater's table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saying that if any unlucky debater got it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he/she might wonder why so wet, and without knowing why, of coz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they'll felt disgusting. just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah! he always being so funny and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.33pm already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we gotta get ready for our debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and AGAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we walked passed the long long passage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and finally, got back to the same room...SR08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pei Xuan keep saying that she hadn't finish copying her stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she wrote so fast, and...her writting was sooo big...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all her hard work was worthy, which i believed she'd have say so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as she almost get the best speaker award for the debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i almost forgot to mention something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 Indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realized it just after the debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh my, how wonderful the debate was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PX was good, well-prepared and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jia Ling was performing well too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she is new gal in school, nice to meet her=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so and so...AND! BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; annoyed with that JxxL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just because of him we lose completely from the verge of winning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;URGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i regretted for not asking Mr. Lim to let me in the debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didn't mean that we'll win if i was in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's just that AT LEASE i'll try my best in the debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, i was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, i was just a reserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i enjoyed being a reserved, but feels bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like wasting my time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i was watching the debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i felt like killing someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so anxious about it, and felt useless that i can't even help PX and Jia Ling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;urgh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everything was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, i need to say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this was the 1st time i m happy even though i can feel that we lose already just after the debate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we'd tried our best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've not done anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;should be &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; both had tried your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but still, i'm happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeR09yGlttI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zu3O6GFs0rY/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324509264229021394" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeR09yGlttI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zu3O6GFs0rY/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeR09yGlttI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Zu3O6GFs0rY/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-846895254369136950?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/846895254369136950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/debate-in-help-uc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/846895254369136950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/846895254369136950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/debate-in-help-uc.html' title='Debate in HELP U/C'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeRfrKykDpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C_DzHn3NQUw/s72-c/adv_faculties.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-1659404190230299042</id><published>2009-04-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:25:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>珍惜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;摘不到的星星，总是最亮的 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;溜掉的小鱼，总是最美丽的 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;错过的电影，总是最好看的 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;失去的亲人，总是最懂我的 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我始终不明白，这究竟是什么道理&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;但是，我终究知道，什么叫做&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;珍惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNK1uQ7-MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JV1_AeP4hiU/s1600-h/%E7%8F%8D%E6%83%9C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324181471294650562" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNK1uQ7-MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JV1_AeP4hiU/s200/%E7%8F%8D%E6%83%9C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/116451218990704392-1659404190230299042?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/1659404190230299042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1659404190230299042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/1659404190230299042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_13.html' title='珍惜'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNK1uQ7-MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JV1_AeP4hiU/s72-c/%E7%8F%8D%E6%83%9C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-716601584728778911</id><published>2009-04-11T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:09:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum Day+.+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE never think of getting any prizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as what they usually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go and get experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...humph...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;congratulations to my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MiCaH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are always so good in everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for... making friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but don't worry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will teach you how to make friends:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because we lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's not sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because we are brave enough to go on stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got the material 3days just before the competition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOORAY&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything's over =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile for it, my dear friends~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though we lose, we still stand together to face it till the last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as our quotes-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dare to be different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be outstanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"   ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so happy and glad to be with you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was a memorable competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never been so happy when having competitions with others...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; THE last thing i wana say is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for being my team-mates!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOOK HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAY CHEESE~!!! =}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNcEtPYRvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q7K3jag-Ze0/s1600-h/forum002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200420415391474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNcEtPYRvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q7K3jag-Ze0/s400/forum002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( from the right) Guang Hong, Eng Lik, Qing Rou, Pei Xuan and Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-716601584728778911?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/716601584728778911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/forum-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/716601584728778911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/716601584728778911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/forum-day.html' title='Forum Day+.+'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNcEtPYRvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q7K3jag-Ze0/s72-c/forum002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-4758511807882288456</id><published>2009-04-07T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:18:07.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>路</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;凌晨1点多 了无情绪&lt;br /&gt;像妈说的那样     我 又燃‘夜油’了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些天&lt;br /&gt;比赛接二连三的&lt;br /&gt;又是关“&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;讲&lt;/span&gt;”的 唉，真烦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;路&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;易走 又 难行&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生道路上&lt;br /&gt;有 陷阱、窟窿&lt;br /&gt;即便是岔口 也好多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;稍有不慎&lt;br /&gt;就 失足成千古恨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的未来，我选我择&lt;br /&gt;你的将来，我亦不能干涉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/Sdo-7S4L5yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qsbEVrQ_0uM/s1600-h/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有你的路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你&lt;br /&gt;总是在给我意见，我接受&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;但你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;却不接受我们的意见&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你似乎还是不知道、不清楚。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;未来的路--你会陪我一起走吗？不会的，路上会遇上谁都还不一定呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搁下一切琐碎、烦恼&lt;br /&gt;淡妆 轻装&lt;br /&gt;迈开脚步 就可踏上漫漫长路 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;别犹豫了&lt;br /&gt;该是时候展开另一段崭新的旅程&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNn4QuqcqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KW8wwsyc-1U/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324213400743080610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNn4QuqcqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KW8wwsyc-1U/s400/road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-4758511807882288456?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/4758511807882288456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4758511807882288456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/4758511807882288456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_06.html' title='路'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SeNn4QuqcqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KW8wwsyc-1U/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-7050322765459823743</id><published>2009-04-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:28:50.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那一年○我追忆</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOCsnkEOI/AAAAAAAAADY/D_6LMQzU0V0/s1600-h/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOCsnkEOI/AAAAAAAAADY/D_6LMQzU0V0/s320/01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321581349191291106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间突然搁浅 生命刹那间盛放&lt;br /&gt;我踩着千年的影子 踏着万顷的海波 &lt;br /&gt;来到你的面前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尘缘如月华般的美丽 &lt;br /&gt;又水一般的流逝&lt;br /&gt;我伸出手 却抓不住我所仰的那束光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOMji-8rI/AAAAAAAAADg/QzyT27jlcKM/s1600-h/02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOMji-8rI/AAAAAAAAADg/QzyT27jlcKM/s320/02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321581518554854066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢自由 却逃不开爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想清一清迷茫已久的思绪 &lt;br /&gt;不小心却流下晶莹的眼泪 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOhE0YtMI/AAAAAAAAADo/3X_Vnzs_35o/s1600-h/03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOhE0YtMI/AAAAAAAAADo/3X_Vnzs_35o/s320/03.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321581871083599042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傍晚暮色来临 光亮瞬间吞噬 &lt;br /&gt;黑暗有熟悉的味道 还有一样的风 &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoO40485BI/AAAAAAAAADw/LiXbYaXBUnw/s1600-h/04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoO40485BI/AAAAAAAAADw/LiXbYaXBUnw/s320/04.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582279124640786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旋思绪如水在旋 &lt;br /&gt;花儿在旋 并不向上飞 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烛红摇落 紫风雅送 &lt;br /&gt;心在柔情裹缚中渐渐沉 &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoPXngSuaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Amv-pa_XLLk/s1600-h/05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoPXngSuaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Amv-pa_XLLk/s320/05.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582808107497890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;远处仿佛有谁在唱着歌 &lt;br /&gt;妖艳的蓝叶 耀眼的白光 &lt;br /&gt;还有着音乐 是无词的哼唱 &lt;br /&gt;我想了想还是不得不往前走 &lt;br /&gt;看不到希望看不到未来 我不回首 &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoP6v_T_AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qoFROCCUqFY/s1600-h/06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoP6v_T_AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qoFROCCUqFY/s320/06.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583411680508930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蝴蝶在发光 树枝在炫耀 &lt;br /&gt;色彩在流淌 表情变模糊 &lt;br /&gt;有一天我要寻找那快乐 &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQDrbQozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/a0a_UU9XjHA/s1600-h/07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQDrbQozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/a0a_UU9XjHA/s320/07.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583565074375474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拒绝玫瑰泛滥的鲜艳 &lt;br /&gt;铃兰 在嘿夜的深处 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毫无顾虑的绽放着爱情的样子&lt;br /&gt;馥郁着神秘 &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQfPPgikI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eoCVk2UFX2g/s1600-h/08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQfPPgikI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eoCVk2UFX2g/s320/08.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584038545230402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天色微暗 雨夜泠泠 &lt;br /&gt;纵然怎样的月迷津渡 &lt;br /&gt;也遮不住一江形影自怜的孤寂 &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQyjvcySI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GfQDz3VcjDY/s1600-h/09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoQyjvcySI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GfQDz3VcjDY/s320/09.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584370465425698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月晕而黄 树暗而没 &lt;br /&gt;我就这样追寻你流水的足音 &lt;br /&gt;夜雨无声 寒风凛凛&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoRBITRitI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u5cC5CeWwvI/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoRBITRitI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u5cC5CeWwvI/s320/10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584620797528786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑夜突然变成了色彩 班驳 迷离&lt;br /&gt;一弯的相思钩住了半截的衣角 &lt;br /&gt;黄的记忆 紫的追忆 &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoRritDaaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f2mJM2-dYyQ/s1600-h/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoRritDaaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f2mJM2-dYyQ/s320/11.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585349439482274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淡淡紫色 淡淡味道 还有淡淡忧郁 &lt;br /&gt;花瓣纤细 花蕊玲珑 &lt;br /&gt;清新 淡雅的名字 &lt;br /&gt;让我想起那条永远也走不完的&lt;br /&gt;雨巷小路 &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoSLc_EqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zhMLdeu20gU/s1600-h/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoSLc_EqAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zhMLdeu20gU/s320/12.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585897660262402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;李慕白说： &lt;br /&gt;紧紧握住 你什么也得不到 &lt;br /&gt;松开手 就是一个世界 &lt;br /&gt;往昔如烟散去 再回味 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是甜蜜多过苦涩&lt;br /&gt;   还是牵挂掩盖了幻想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果一切可以重来 &lt;br /&gt;   怎样的选择才可无悔 &lt;br /&gt;你又知否？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116451218990704392-7050322765459823743?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/7050322765459823743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/7050322765459823743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/7050322765459823743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='那一年○我追忆'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdoOCsnkEOI/AAAAAAAAADY/D_6LMQzU0V0/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116451218990704392.post-8973037976120296032</id><published>2009-02-22T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:56:28.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day Blogging-Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SaDvSZCMOeI/AAAAAAAAABw/bfBlF6mDZpI/s1600-h/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503460279204322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SaDvSZCMOeI/AAAAAAAAABw/bfBlF6mDZpI/s320/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. always wondering whether open or not to open a blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i dun always have the mood to write a long long passage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;only when i met with problems, or maybe stuff that make me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;? or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha..that's what i call the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;savour of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that must be recorded in my '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy to see you here, my dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you don't mind, &lt;strong&gt;leave a message&lt;/strong&gt; here then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here &lt;/em&gt;it is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my blog&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Pr3cious Mom3nts&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;notes: my lucky number is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. thats why i did some 'decorations' to my blog's address...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha. hope u won't mind~(kaka..)&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/116451218990704392-8973037976120296032?l=mymom3nts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/feeds/8973037976120296032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day-blogging-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/8973037976120296032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116451218990704392/posts/default/8973037976120296032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymom3nts.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day-blogging-welcome.html' title='1st Day Blogging-Welcome'/><author><name>Jαnϊcз KhÖÖ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299555204890263773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SdogwCivHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b5rY0UwBaXU/S220/Be_still__my_heart_by_hbynoe-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2oCfGphbtI/SaDvSZCMOeI/AAAAAAAAABw/bfBlF6mDZpI/s72-c/11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
