<?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-7362783383080344542</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:02:26.782+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Journal of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-3931013114410638710</id><published>2009-08-11T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:43:39.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>sigh....i am so tired of acting tough!! I just want to be my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;So tired of people thinking that i can solve anything or i can fend anything.&lt;br /&gt;So tired of people thinking that i am strong and courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't understand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking that looking fierce and tough is a sort of self-defense,&lt;br /&gt;who knows that it leaves the impression that u r that sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...i am human too. I have my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own fears and worries.&lt;br /&gt;I dun take critiques to heart but that does not means that i have no feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...what ever la...geezzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-3931013114410638710?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3931013114410638710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=3931013114410638710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3931013114410638710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3931013114410638710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6185207364425158076</id><published>2009-08-10T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:23:55.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Because i am stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because I am a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The only thing I think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I know that you are thinking about somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you probably dont even know my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I probably dont exist in your daily﻿ life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And Im sure you have no thoughts of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But for me, I spend my days thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And my tears keep falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just looking at your retreating figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is happiness to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even if you dont know my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even if you simply brush me aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In those days when I desperately want to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those days that are so hard to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My mouth wordlessly repeats I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alone once again I cry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alone once again Im missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Im waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I probably dont exist in your daily life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And Im sure you have no memories of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But for me, I spend my days thinking about﻿ you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And create my own memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG....its something like i used to write in my journal few years ago!!! LOL...however its a nice song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6185207364425158076?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6185207364425158076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6185207364425158076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6185207364425158076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6185207364425158076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-i-am-stupid.html' title='Because i am stupid'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1576953865262977199</id><published>2009-06-22T08:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:57:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUBY</title><content type='html'>The ruby is considered to be the most powerful gem in the universe, and is associated with many astral signs. To own a ruby is said to have contentment and peace. Placed under a pillow the ruby may ward off bad dreams. Ruby rings should be worn on the left hand so as to receive the life force and have protection. Given as a gift, the ruby is a symbol of friendship and love. The ruby is also the symbol of vitality and royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ruby is filled with love. It also helps sexual love to be more passionate. Persons lacking in self-love should have and mediate on the Ruby. It also gives the courage to be best potential that a person has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Healing properties of ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby works with the flow of blood as an aid to circulation. It aids the cleansing and removal of infection or gems in the blood. The Ruby may be worn in jewelery, but never close to the solar plexus, as the Ruby has a disquieting effect upon it. In a ring, wear it on your left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The color of rubies varies from vermilion to red. The most desired color is "pigeon's blood", which is pure red with a hint of blue. If the color is too pink, the stone is a pink sapphire. The same is true if it is too violet - it is a violet sapphire. The best rubies and star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; rubies are bright red. Most rubies come from Burma and Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohho....mum got me a ruby bracelet last sunday...its so pretty...but then again i bought it for the colour...was googleling wat ruby is for and thats wat i got... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sj7VxBp_3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/awR5cXoIVtc/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sj7VxBp_3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/awR5cXoIVtc/s320/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349948445597621362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1576953865262977199?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1576953865262977199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1576953865262977199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1576953865262977199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1576953865262977199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruby.html' title='RUBY'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sj7VxBp_3HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/awR5cXoIVtc/s72-c/DSC01802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-8376106688651491343</id><published>2009-06-11T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:03:32.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>so long did not write.&lt;br /&gt;i've finish exam everything and now i feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit it but i hate feeling lonely. Everyday i try to face the day with a smile, but sometimes its so tiring. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i feel like giving up. Just dunno what to do. So tired and stress.&lt;br /&gt;This is what people called life. I have not even live up to half a century and sometimes i feel like giving up everything. Letting go everything.&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stand the loneliness and depressing self. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just sit whole day daydreaming but still, nothing seem to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself to be strong but where have all my positiveness went.&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like my usual self anymore. &lt;br /&gt;If people can just let go of everything to run away how nice. But then, running away its not a solution. Its just naive thinking. Sigh...a person must always stand up for himself and no runaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-8376106688651491343?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8376106688651491343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=8376106688651491343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8376106688651491343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8376106688651491343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4151480772194544747</id><published>2009-05-04T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:13:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJX17gL62V0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJX17gL62V0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HANABI - Mr.Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What value left is there&lt;br /&gt;in this world I live in?&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking its all meaningless&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I’m just tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for something I got&lt;br /&gt;I gave up a number of precious things&lt;br /&gt;but it’s not such a peaceful world&lt;br /&gt;that I can lament each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dreams should I envision?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of hopes should I take with me as I go forward?&lt;br /&gt;These seemingly impossible to answer questions&lt;br /&gt;Get buried in my day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I wonder what you would say?&lt;br /&gt;you’d probably say I was being “gloomy” and have a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could see your gentle smile to blow away my melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it’s a light like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;that can never be caught&lt;br /&gt;one more time, one more time, one more time, one more time&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all carry sadness with us&lt;br /&gt;but we hope for a better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to what extent we can love a world&lt;br /&gt;gripped by fear, thrown into unrest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get choked up on the words ’cause I think too much&lt;br /&gt;I hate how clumsy I am&lt;br /&gt;Yet oddly enough, I hate more how skillfully I can pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we spend the years laughing or crying&lt;br /&gt;time passes the same for all&lt;br /&gt;the future is calling to us&lt;br /&gt;are you, now, hearing it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;that we’d eventually have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;one more time, one more time, one more time, one more time&lt;br /&gt;and as many times as I can I hope to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that simply meeting you&lt;br /&gt;could make the world seem so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;would you laugh at me for being simple minded?&lt;br /&gt;I want to say “thank you” to you from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my heart flowed fast and smooth like water&lt;br /&gt;so that it would not settle in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those times when I need to see you&lt;br /&gt;for those times when I’ll miss you so&lt;br /&gt;one more time, one more time, one more time, one more time&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn your memory deep in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our problems&lt;br /&gt;but we hope for a better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to what extent we can love a world&lt;br /&gt;gripped by fear, thrown into unrest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time, one more time,&lt;br /&gt;one more time, one more time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorekuraino neuchi gaarudarou ?&lt;br /&gt;boku ga ima kiterukono sekai&lt;br /&gt;subetega muimi datte omoe ru&lt;br /&gt;chotto tsukare tennokana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teniire tamon hikikae nishite&lt;br /&gt;kirisute ta&lt;br /&gt;ikutsumono kagayaki&lt;br /&gt;ichiichi urei deireruhodo&lt;br /&gt;heiwa na yononaka janai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ittaidonna risou wo egai taraii ?&lt;br /&gt;donna kibou wo daki susun daraii ?&lt;br /&gt;kotae youmonaisono toi kake wa&lt;br /&gt;nichijou ni noma rete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kun gaitaranante iu kana ?&lt;br /&gt;( kurai ) to chakashi te warau nokana ?&lt;br /&gt;sonoyawarakana egao ni furete&lt;br /&gt;kono yuuutsu ga fuki ton daraiinoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesshite tsukama erukotono dekina i&lt;br /&gt;hanabi noyouna hikari datoshitatte&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;bokuha kono te wo nobashi tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daremo mina kanashimi wo dai teru&lt;br /&gt;dakedo suteki na ashita wo negatte ru&lt;br /&gt;okubyou kaze ni fuka rete&lt;br /&gt;namikaze ga tatta sekai wo&lt;br /&gt;doredake aisu rukotogadekirudarou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangae sugite kotoba ni tsuma ru&lt;br /&gt;jibun no bukiyou saga kirai&lt;br /&gt;demo myouni kiyou ni furu mau&lt;br /&gt;jibun gasore ijou ni kirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waratte itemo nai te sugo shitemo&lt;br /&gt;byoudou ni toki ha nagare&lt;br /&gt;mirai ga bokura wo yon deiru&lt;br /&gt;sono koe ha ima kun nimo kiko eteimasuka ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( sayonara ) tte kotae wo kiku kotowo&lt;br /&gt;saisho kara waka tteitatoshitatte&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;nando demo kun ni ai tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meguri ae takotodekonnani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekai ga utsukushi ku mie runante&lt;br /&gt;souzou saemoshiteinai&lt;br /&gt;tanjun datte waratta&lt;br /&gt;kun ni kokoro kara ( arigatou ) wo io u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todokoora naiyouni&lt;br /&gt;yure te nagare te&lt;br /&gt;suki tootte iru mizu noyouna kokoro dearetara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai takunatta tokino fun made&lt;br /&gt;sabishi kunatta tokino fun datte&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;kun wo tsuyoku yakitsuke tai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daremo ga mondai wo dae teiru&lt;br /&gt;dakedo suteki na ashita wo negatte iru&lt;br /&gt;okubyou kaze ni fuka rete&lt;br /&gt;namikaze ga tatta sekai wo&lt;br /&gt;doredake aisu rukotogadekirudarou&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai , mou ikkai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4151480772194544747?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4151480772194544747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4151480772194544747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4151480772194544747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4151480772194544747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanabi.html' title='hanabi'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5456759297629262128</id><published>2009-04-16T07:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:05:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>well it happens that this is the last week of my university live. Yep i'm finally graduating. I'll start finals this 20th and till 23rd while my last paper will be around the 8th. Damn long time man. After that, according to plan, will have to finish my thesis before going to Kedah. After that i'll be a free women. LOL....ok the plan is, after that, i am planning to continue my masters if possible, july 2009. LOL...have not decided to enter the working world yet so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis 2 weeks had been my worst week of my live. First i had to get a new lappy as my previous one's motherboard died!!!It died with all my THESIS!!!I was so freak out and shock that i just sit there stunt. Ok, then i had to rush my thesis in like 7 hours. And i did that, went to school hand it up done. But my insomnia was kicking in and i still can hardly sleep as i know all my 8 assignments is like gone with the wind. Carried my baby to the hp centre and they say they needed a week to get new parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i accepted a week but i had to redo all my assignment which was like due the following week which means 2 more days. There i go mad again. I had to get a new lappy. Then i got a new baby and tht night, the Anugerah Sukan dinner i got my lappy for the gold medal in MASUM. THis is like, hello, i ask for that for a long time and u did not give it to me until i got myself a new one. So yea...now i have 3 lappy. Dui..dogok o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to hand that lappy to mum and dad. Ok still no sleeping. And guess what, live was not miserable enough when my phone got stolen on Sunday!! Its like a lorry came crushing on my head. Search for it quite awhile but that pathetique person is really good a stealing. There goes my phone. My worst nightmare. That same day , mum had to get me a new one and tht day i lost the phone my dad bought me which is good as it is a naviagator and i lost my precious clover from m 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, live is not that good heh...sigh...sometime i get really tired with all those trials. By the way will have to study now. Exam coming soon ...i need time for my thesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5456759297629262128?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5456759297629262128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5456759297629262128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5456759297629262128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5456759297629262128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-2373583455610143912</id><published>2009-03-30T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:28:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISFJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ISFJ&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others Meet ISFJs&lt;br /&gt;As an ISFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you takes things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs live in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value the ISFJ for their consideration and awareness, and their ability to bring out the best in others by their firm desire to believe the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on the ISFJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs have a very clear idea of the way things should be, which they strive to attain. They value security and kindness, and respect traditions and laws. They tend to believe that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, they're not likely to buy into doing things in a new way, unless they're shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs learn best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, they are not likely to be found in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. They value practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are likely to be a chore for the ISFJ. The ISFJ learns a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, the ISFJ will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion. The ISFJ is extremely dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ has an extremely well-developed sense of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. For that reason, they're likely to have beautifully furnished, functional homes. They make extremely good interior decorators. This special ability, combined with their sensitivity to other's feelings and desires, makes them very likely to be great gift-givers - finding the right gift which will be truly appreciated by the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Many ISFJs learn to express themselves, and find outlets for their powerful emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the ISFJ is not likely to express their feelings, they are also not likely to let on that they know how others are feeling. However, they will speak up when they feel another individual really needs help, and in such cases they can truly help others become aware of their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. For this reason, people naturally tend to rely on them. The ISFJ has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, the ISFJ does not usually express their difficulties to others, because they intensely dislike conflict, and because they tend to place other people's needs over their own. The ISFJ needs to learn to identify, value, and express their own needs, if they wish to avoid becoming over-worked and taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs need positive feedback from others. In the absence of positive feedback, or in the face of criticism, the ISFJ gets discouraged, and may even become depressed. When down on themselves or under great stress, the ISFJ begins to imagine all of the things that might go critically wrong in their life. They have strong feelings of inadequacy, and become convinced that "everything is all wrong", or "I can't do anything right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFJ is warm, generous, and dependable. They have many special gifts to offer, in their sensitivity to others, and their strong ability to keep things running smoothly. They need to remember to not be overly critical of themselves, and to give themselves some of the warmth and love which they freely dispense to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJ Strengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Warm, friendly and affirming by nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Service-oriented, wanting to please others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Good listeners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Will put forth lots of effort to fulfill their duties and obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Excellent organizational capabilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Good at taking care of practical matters and daily needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Usually good (albeit conservative) at handling money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Take their commitments seriously, and seek lifelong relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJ Weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Don't pay enough attention to their own needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● May have difficulty branching out into new territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Extreme dislike of conflict and criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Unlikely to express their needs, which may cause pent-up frustrations to build inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Have difficulty leaving a bad relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Have difficulty moving on after the end of a relationship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-2373583455610143912?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2373583455610143912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=2373583455610143912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2373583455610143912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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background: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Score&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/major_depression.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Major Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/dysthymia.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Dysthymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/bipolar.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Bipolar Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;Slight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/cyclothymia.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Cyclothymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;High-Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/sad.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;Slight-Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/postpartum.html" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Postpartum Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; background: #eeeebb; padding: 3px; color: #000000;"&gt;N/A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; background: #ccddaa; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/" style="color: #000000;"&gt;Take the Depression Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5435444444055031206?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5435444444055031206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5435444444055031206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5435444444055031206'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-8490243910934748607</id><published>2009-03-11T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:10:32.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eien - Yuusaku Kiyama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;泣いてないと君は言う　その答えが震えている&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;僕は何も言えないまま君を抱きしめた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;約束出来る未来なんてたった一つも見せられない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;こんな僕なんてきっと君に似合わない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;なのにどうして楽しそうな笑顔で側にいてくれるの&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;何故僕なんだろう？きっと答えは無いんだろう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;怖くないと君は言う　怖くないわけないのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;未来の無い僕等は今　現在（いま）を抱きしめた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;時代の所為にしたくはない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;だけどどうにもならない事ばかりで&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;嫌になっちゃうよ　ずっと変わらないのかな&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;これでいいと君は言う　これでいいわけないのに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;何も望まないって言うから僕は嬉しい　苦しい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;暮らしに追われたって少しくらい夢みて愛を語ってもいいよね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;そんな事さえ忘れてた暗がりに光をくれた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;だから君に今日は言うよ　永遠の愛を誓うよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;泣いてないと君は言う　その答えが震えている&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;無防備な君を僕が守るよ未来も無い二人が今　永遠（とわ）を抱きしめた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;naite nai to kimi wa iu sono kotae ga furue te iru&lt;br /&gt;boku wa nani mo ienai mama kimi o dakishimeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yakusoku dekiru mirai nante tatta hitotsu mo miserarenai&lt;br /&gt;konna boku nante kitto kitto kimi ni niawanai&lt;br /&gt;na no ni doushite tanoshisou na egao de soba ni itekureru no&lt;br /&gt;naze boku nan darou? kitto kitto kotae wa naindarou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kowaku naito kimi wa iu kowaku nandake nai no ni&lt;br /&gt;mirai no nai bokura ha ima genzai (ima) o dakishimeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jidai no sei ni shitakuwanai&lt;br /&gt;dakedo dou ni mo naranai koto bakari de&lt;br /&gt;iya ni nacchau yo zutto zutto kawaranai no kana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kore de ii to kimi wa iu kore de iiwakenai no ni&lt;br /&gt;nani mo nozomanaitte iu kara boku wa ureshii kurushii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurashi ni owaretatte sukoshi kurai yume mite ai o katatte mo ii yo ne&lt;br /&gt;sonna koto sae wasureteta kuragari ni hikari o kureta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dakara kimi ni kyou wa iu yo eien no ai o chikau yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naitenai to kimi wa iu sono kotae ga furueteiru&lt;br /&gt;muboubi na kimi o boku ga mamoru yo mirai mo nai futari ga ima eien (towa) wo dakishimeta&lt;/span&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/7362783383080344542-8490243910934748607?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8490243910934748607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=8490243910934748607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8490243910934748607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8490243910934748607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/eien-yuusaku-kiyama.html' title='Eien - Yuusaku Kiyama'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-8562841408228093207</id><published>2009-03-09T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:50:22.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>I think once again i'm making a mistake. Dunno why i seem to do that. One that i will regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-8562841408228093207?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8562841408228093207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=8562841408228093207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8562841408228093207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8562841408228093207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5982333653571193193</id><published>2009-03-02T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:48:34.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>たすけて　ください！</title><content type='html'>I am so tired....really tired. I dun seem to have anytime left for myself. (*until now) Decided to rest my eyes and brains awhile before continuing my scary revision for tomorrow's exam. My assignments have just increased into 13 assignments. Thesis also rushing but i cannot find any empty slot to rush for it. Dr Fumitaka is already asking to see my literature review. So frustrated, and tired. Mentally and physically exhausted. What on earth did I do to get myself into this situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5982333653571193193?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5982333653571193193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5982333653571193193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5982333653571193193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5982333653571193193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='たすけて　ください！'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-3601197101802212837</id><published>2009-03-02T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:41:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d^ - ^b</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sau1_eNtoRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BQ90Gm_G6X8/s1600-h/1963426990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sau1_eNtoRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BQ90Gm_G6X8/s320/1963426990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308536687833227538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我們日後分了手  也別再見面了&lt;br /&gt;就算我們日後分了手  也別再愛別人了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;萬一我們分手了  也不要哭泣&lt;br /&gt;因為聽說要離別的時候  哭得很傷心的人&lt;br /&gt;是無法再見面的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sau3vcx71OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/l9N3i-lnGKE/s1600-h/1354710024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sau3vcx71OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/l9N3i-lnGKE/s320/1354710024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308538611593630946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和你分手了  仙人掌枯萎了&lt;br /&gt;那可是一株不澆水也會活得很好  甚至還會開花的傢伙&lt;br /&gt;但  從一邊開始慢慢染上了病&lt;br /&gt;後來用手一碰  一下就掉了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我啊  想要全部忘記&lt;br /&gt;但是  今天似乎整天都開著收音機……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好  我會幸福的&lt;br /&gt;你  就幸福一半吧！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-3601197101802212837?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3601197101802212837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=3601197101802212837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3601197101802212837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3601197101802212837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-b.html' title='d^ - ^b'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/Sau1_eNtoRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BQ90Gm_G6X8/s72-c/1963426990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6308765017162536265</id><published>2009-02-16T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:07:54.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts &amp; ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I was reading this book, that talks about a person's self. Well, according to that book, it states that people only attracts the kind of people who portraits themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; A person who usually call others a bitch is a bitch themselves. Bitch id define as below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A female canine animal, especially a dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Offensive.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A woman considered to be spiteful or overbearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A lewd woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A man considered to be weak or contemptible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slang.&lt;/i&gt;  A complaint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slang.&lt;/i&gt;  Something very unpleasant or difficult.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;v.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Slang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="kw"&gt;bitched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="kw"&gt;bitch·ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="kw"&gt;bitch·es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;v.intr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; To complain; grumble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;v.tr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; To botch; bungle. Often used with &lt;i&gt;up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This term is frequently used as a term for a malicious, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spite_%28sentiment%29" title="Spite (sentiment)"&gt;spiteful&lt;/a&gt;, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman --&gt; wikipedia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL~~it actually make sense. We humans sometimes find it hard to differentiate each other. However, example, female dogs, they seem to be able to identify other bitch. From my perspective, people who tend to used this kind of term are some immature kids between 12 to 17, if westerners, i think under the age of 12 too. Or else, really pissed off women fighting or quarreling with another pissed off women. Jealous women or girls too. And when men scolded or criticize women or girls they despise. Well however, i am sure it is used in many ways. Just something that past through my thoughts when i was reading that book. LOL~~ thank God i dun usually call people bitch. Its quite lowly actually. But sometimes it just seems to blurt out of one's mouth. Next time if i accidentally blurt it out, i will reconsider. LOL~~no offense please, just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6308765017162536265?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6308765017162536265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6308765017162536265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6308765017162536265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6308765017162536265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-ponder.html' title='thoughts &amp; ponder'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6488236749339572875</id><published>2009-02-14T17:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:51:10.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Christie</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Here by Me - 3 Doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Day Past A Child - Christopher Jak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;My Love (Feat. T.I) - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Rule the World - Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;What a Girl Wants - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese - KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Like I Love You - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;I Finally Found Someone - Bryan Adams &amp;amp; Barbara Streisand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Knocks off My Feet - Tevin Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Runaway - The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Too Much Heaven - Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Could i Have This Kiss Forever - Whitney Houston &amp;amp; Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Wine Up - Kat Deluna ft Elephant Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;This is How You Remind Me - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Straight Lines - Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Smack That - Akon Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Because of You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Home - Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Tie...i actually found songs that i seldom hear but is in the hard disc. LOL~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6488236749339572875?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6488236749339572875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6488236749339572875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6488236749339572875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6488236749339572875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-christie.html' title='From Christie'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1826941610270541240</id><published>2009-02-14T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:16:44.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weird poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sex Without Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sharon Olds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they do it, the ones who make love&lt;br /&gt;without love? Beautiful as dancers,&lt;br /&gt;gliding over each other like ice-skaters&lt;br /&gt;over the ice, fingers hooked&lt;br /&gt;inside each other's bodies, faces&lt;br /&gt;red as steak, wine, wet as the&lt;br /&gt;children at birth whose mothers are going to&lt;br /&gt;give them away. How do they come to the&lt;br /&gt;come to the   come to the   God   come to the&lt;br /&gt;still waters, and not love&lt;br /&gt;the one who came there with them, light&lt;br /&gt;rising slowly as steam off their joined&lt;br /&gt;skin? These are the true religious,&lt;br /&gt;the purists, the pros, the ones who will not&lt;br /&gt;accept a false Messiah, love the&lt;br /&gt;priest instead of the God. They do not&lt;br /&gt;mistake the lover for their own pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;they are like great runners: they know they are alone&lt;br /&gt;with the road surface, the cold, the wind,&lt;br /&gt;the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-&lt;br /&gt;vascular health—just factors, like the partner&lt;br /&gt;in the bed, and not the truth, which is the&lt;br /&gt;single body alone in the universe&lt;br /&gt;against its own best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came through this poem when I was taking English literature during my first year of university. It was actually behind the page of another poem the lecturer pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1826941610270541240?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1826941610270541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1826941610270541240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1826941610270541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1826941610270541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-weird-poem.html' title='Some weird poem'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-228842705830970169</id><published>2009-02-04T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:19:47.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of CNY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKayyFcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DXbOQymmDPs/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKayyFcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DXbOQymmDPs/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836984313288130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKEAZSRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l6I59teOPzU/s1600-h/lau+sang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKEAZSRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/l6I59teOPzU/s320/lau+sang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836978196367634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAU SANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKBfa1LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eyLf8Qlv_Fw/s1600-h/julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKBfa1LI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eyLf8Qlv_Fw/s320/julie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836977521185970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JULIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKO19wfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TwqA_4o7ig8/s1600-h/elsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKO19wfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TwqA_4o7ig8/s320/elsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836981105410546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ELSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKOeum-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6FCvYlkuN_g/s1600-h/christie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKOeum-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6FCvYlkuN_g/s320/christie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298836981007948770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHRISTIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were our random pictures of the past few days of CNY hangouts. Towards the end, i think our pictures got more crazier and LOL~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-228842705830970169?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/228842705830970169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=228842705830970169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/228842705830970169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/228842705830970169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-of-cny-2009.html' title='pictures of CNY 2009'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SYlAKayyFcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DXbOQymmDPs/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-938177086153930743</id><published>2009-01-22T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:43:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to keep myself busy lately. I need distractions. Otherwise, I end up like now. Thinking. Its not a crime to think but when thoughts wonder far away, there is always something. Keeping myself busy tends to stop me from thinking. Thinking about stuff like the past, present and future. About friendship, betrayal, lost and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. A need to write out what I am thinking. The "I am BUSY" becomes my slogan or motto now. I am actually that busy and tired that I do not have any time to train or hang out with friends as usual. My time management sux. Everything is a rush. Studies, revisions, assignments, thesis, and so on becomes my daily life. Most of my time i spent in uni. Earliest would be like 6.50am then all the way to 5.00pm. Reach home rest awhile then study again or revision or read or anything as long as i do not have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the past years. Last year was a pleasant but horrid year too for me. When friends turned out not to be the friends you expected, where back-stabbers and hypocrites exist in any relationship be it love, friends, family, etc. Where self-esteem is totally hancur, confidence and all those. When i finally come out from my shell i am then force to be my usual introvert behavior again. Confidence also gone. Self-conscious is strongly affecting me and so on. Thinks I wanna say but no one could understand and the thought of burdening people with all my problem is not helping either. Sometimes i get tired of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend do not treat you as a friend anymore or maybe never actually treated you as one, just to draw on attention and so on, a person will actually feel used. When the thought of finally being needed is actually a lie, it shattered everything. Why cannot people be honest and straight-forward? why people cannot just get straight to the point? Why is sincerity and integrity extinct from the world? I actually thought of crying but when one does not even have the energy to cry or think anymore, the head/brain is actually blank. And then self-entertainment which means laughing and smiling a lot just to hide the sorrow, sadness, loneliness or whatever is a natural action to prevent people from seeing through its weakness. Thats me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself busier now by actually taking an audit course. And then today i finally decided to change the audit course into and elective course which means over limit of credit hours. 24 credit hours this semester. What am i doing also i am not sure. As long as my mind do not wonders anything will do. However I just wanna apologize if i keep refusing to join my friends in any outings because I'm really tired and the lack of mood is not there. I have not the enough time to spare. After failure in a lot of things, I want this year, this final semester, this life to be at least a little perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-938177086153930743?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/938177086153930743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=938177086153930743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/938177086153930743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/938177086153930743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-805715281103961466</id><published>2009-01-22T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:13:58.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(~.~)</title><content type='html'>每次都要失去了 才會知道多麼重要&lt;br /&gt;後悔變成習慣 這樣一個孤單的人 不適合愛吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想把在我身上那些滿滿的你還給你&lt;br /&gt;我 還是忘不了你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什麼是最讓人害怕的事呢?&lt;br /&gt;就是....必須忘記.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道嗎? 連哭的力氣都沒有了&lt;br /&gt;人 就會笑了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-805715281103961466?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/805715281103961466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=805715281103961466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/805715281103961466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/805715281103961466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='(~.~)'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4354067435287924532</id><published>2009-01-03T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:19:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SV9WTVJ3MJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7g4QMTNn8d8/s1600-h/Image_605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SV9WTVJ3MJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7g4QMTNn8d8/s320/Image_605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287039377652265106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my new roxy wallet. Gosh...i cannot believe i bought that. But its just so pretty. Comes in black too. Was like standing there trying to pick which colour to buy cause white gets dirt easily. However elsa and julie agrre with me on white. Christies was onblack. Then the sales guy was like amuse at us picking a wallet and contribute his suggestion too. He likes white too. LOL~~~ well we had a great shopping day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for movie. Bedtome stories. Its really nice. Four of us enjoyed ourself. LOL~~ We bought nail polish again. Julie had an upsad (upset??) stomach so she eat very little today. We had lunch at Secret Recipe. And the toilet....yep i spent RM1 on toilet. Hahaha...What else ah?? Em, Christie bought a shirt and Elsa her gry eye shadow. Then we bought food home. Going to meet up with Christie tomorrow and maybe Elsa. Christie is going to help me out on my crazy assignment. [off to give cuddly (teddy) his new ribbon]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4354067435287924532?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4354067435287924532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4354067435287924532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4354067435287924532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4354067435287924532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/01/0o.html' title='0_o'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SV9WTVJ3MJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7g4QMTNn8d8/s72-c/Image_605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-2978751346901801545</id><published>2009-01-01T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:09:09.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Its 2009! LOL....Well been planning to blog since that Terengganu post but always lazy. So its the 1st of January 2009 today. Sitting at Coffee Bean now with Julie and Vachel. Helping out Julie with her laptop and suppose to help Vachel with his slides. Went back to Papar this morning. I actually climb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; hills. Which I am very proud of. Scary but adventurous. People will laugh out loudly if they saw those hills because maybe to them its just a tiny winy hill but to me...LOL~~~ Class begins tomorrow i think.  Well my 2009 wish list prolly would be something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New Camera&lt;br /&gt;2) Forever Friends Teddy&lt;br /&gt;3) Successful diet&lt;br /&gt;4) Better results&lt;br /&gt;5) Adidas fighter uniform&lt;br /&gt;6) More books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..can think of more but then would not want to be too greedy 1st. Ahahahaha...actually that is quite a lot. Will post again after i finish chapter 2 of my thesis. Wish me luck on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-2978751346901801545?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2978751346901801545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=2978751346901801545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2978751346901801545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2978751346901801545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6321745310154797114</id><published>2008-12-17T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:20:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDDDD!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes me is super duper bored. LOL. Wat the heck am I doing blogging while me spose to do my thesis??? Here me is blank staring at the screen. I hate exchange rates. Still could not believe me such a fool for choosing that thesis instead of practical. OMG...speaking like a cartoon that I just watch forgotten the name of it. Using me instead of I. Got it through flipping through the tv in Terengganu. Home line total horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K...since me blogging...i have to just write down a few somethings through Terengganu experience. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive 9 something in Terengganu. Got on the bus and run through my GPS. Since is like so dark, (sarcastic) we used the GPS to see where we are and what are those places we saw and etc. 1st search was our hotel. Supposed to be something called MingStar Hotel. It was like not on the screen then rupa-rupanya its a mini hotel. Not bad actually. The lobby guy could speak fluent English. Yes i know me being sarcastic again but hey, you should at least know how to converse in English if ypou are working in a service sector. Got our room and checked-in. Next, looking for food. On our way to the hotel, we spotted Secret Recipe on the screen. So we search out looking for it. We used GPS again and hey we are near the red spot on the screen. That means that Secret Recipe is nearby. Then we go searching for bright red kedai with clear glass. Then Deenah spotted it first and like, "alamak, sebelah sahaja la". So we walk out stood in the middle of the road and stare. It is just right next door of our hotel and hell it does not look like secret recipe. Open in the frong looks like a kopitiam more.  Since dad's friends took him out for dinner, me and my team search for food. A seafood restaurant called Tian Kee Seafood Restaurant. The workers there all wear yellow as their uniform. A bit different their mandarin. They d not know what is chinese tea but they know it as China tea. Ahahaha...K then after dinner drop by 7-11. bought mineral water and milo then bath then watch tv while sleeping. Ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up, waited at the lobby have breakfast in the hotel's dining room since our stay includes breakfast. Ate some colourful rice, spicy but super sweet kueh teow, orange juices, and hangus scramble eggs. Not a recommended breakfast. Bus came then we weight-in. Just right, 67kgs. However, unfortunately, malangnya, i'm the only one in middle weight! All my effort of gaining weight is grrrrr.....then k la, i say me turun to welter, then also no one. Light also. Akhirnya, the heavy turun to middle. Accepted that. Bought some souvenirs then return to hotel. Look places for lunch then found out that Terengganu's weekends are Friday and Saturday. They really meant holidays. No shop buka la. Then we ask the hotel guy and he pointed a malay kopitiam. When there and they have like chicken rice and economic rice only which is not convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter: "nak makan ape?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "sini ada apa?"&lt;br /&gt;waiter: "yang nila yang you nampak"&lt;br /&gt;deenah: "bagi saya nasi ayam"&lt;br /&gt;nara: "saya pun"&lt;br /&gt;josephinna:"e, saya pun mau la"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter looks amused with our slang)&lt;br /&gt;Josephinna: "tapi saya mau paha ayam"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter totally blank)&lt;br /&gt;waiter: "ape itu"&lt;br /&gt;deenah and me: "paha ayam"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter still blur but then he realise)&lt;br /&gt;waiter: "o peha ayam"&lt;br /&gt;4 of us repeat: " oooo, pehe ayam"&lt;br /&gt;deenah: "peha ayam ba"&lt;br /&gt;waiter amused: "minum?"&lt;br /&gt;deenah: "avacado juice ada ka?"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter damn blur) deenah repeats. Then i told her avocado not easy to find here.&lt;br /&gt;deenah: "bagi say milo suam la"&lt;br /&gt;josephinna: "saya pun"&lt;br /&gt;nara: "jus oren"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter blur again)&lt;br /&gt;deenah and me: "orange juice"&lt;br /&gt;me: "milo kosong ais"&lt;br /&gt;nara: "tidak mau oren la...milo air ping"&lt;br /&gt;(me, deenah, josephinna blur)&lt;br /&gt;(nara repeats)&lt;br /&gt;3 of us: "ooo, milo ais"&lt;br /&gt;(waiter totally amused)&lt;br /&gt;then we heard othe waiter speaking: "orang Sabo le"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha....they amused, we amused everybody amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank up my drink and me and dad ate at the hotel since the food that does not attract him. Not that tasty. Food very sweet. And then sleep our afternoon off. Dad went to meeting me jaga his bilik then i did not follow them to Giant so me and dad have dinner at the seafood restaurant that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition day. me jadi penjaga beg. Hahahha...weird le. only the juniors competing. The announcer has this very thick semenanjung accent. LOL. Bought more stuff, i got more souvenirs, bought t-shirt, key chains, a new belt, mouth guard, sara's shoes, etc. After finishing, we when back to the hotel, rest awhile then go for dinner. Ate at that amusing shop again while dad goes off to dinner with his friends. Ahahahha...however the waiter cheated me. There was actually chopped pieces of green cili padi in my rice, and it turns out that nasi dagang is not tat tasty. Did not finish my food end up eating maggi in the room. Deenah joked with the waiter again by using these terengganu slang we learnt and asking for avocado juice again. It rained that night...for awhile. Just enough to get me and Deenah wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to compete. I fought we this really heavy weight girl. 20kgs heavier then me. Scary la. Backache, assache and so on. Not her fault though. She is shorter the me a lot and heavier. So her weight on me is like a lorry. Ahahaha...funny match. She is like so heavy that when i kick her me terpantul balik and fell. LOL. However that day we managed 5 gold medals making a total of 6 gold medals out of seven participants. we bought keropoks on our way back to the hotel. Also we visited the crystal mosque with the Sarawak team. Its really pretty though. We missed the miniature world mosques since we were running out of time.  We had this megah seafood dinner and it is actually cheap the food there. That day finish early so we like packed our bags b4 dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 5.30am. Reached LCCT 9 something. KFC again for lunch and breakfast. Reach kk almost 6. Damn flight delayed. So annoyed. we sort of like 12 hours in airport. Inside too cold, and outside like smoking zone. All of us slept in the airplane. But the row behind us is worst then the fishmongers. So noisy i mean really noisy and their kids like running around keep banging onto our seats and they were like having pesta mcdonald on the plane. Which part of no outside food allowed do they not understand. Geezzz....however, glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Terengganu is ok la. But hard to find food and shopping places. Chinese kopitiams there are totally halal. And no shops open on Friday and Saturday. Food there very sweet. No christmas decorations or songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Me think i need to gob ack to thesising. Nearly due date. wish me luck. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6321745310154797114?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6321745310154797114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6321745310154797114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6321745310154797114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6321745310154797114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredddd.html' title='BOREDDDD!!!!'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6991547377330287393</id><published>2008-12-09T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:47:44.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pictures from my bday dinner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/ST5dWVV-KZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a3jhkE-f-kQ/s1600-h/DSC07974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/ST5dWVV-KZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a3jhkE-f-kQ/s320/DSC07974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277758451592604050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/ST5dWJe3ZaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N9BF4cqg_Jk/s1600-h/DSC07860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/ST5dWJe3ZaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N9BF4cqg_Jk/s320/DSC07860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277758448408683938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6991547377330287393?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6991547377330287393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6991547377330287393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6991547377330287393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6991547377330287393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-pictures-from-my-bday-dinner.html' title='2 pictures from my bday dinner...'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/ST5dWVV-KZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a3jhkE-f-kQ/s72-c/DSC07974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-2687687520487202250</id><published>2008-12-02T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:18:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting day</title><content type='html'>today is cool. Hang out with friends and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;my beloved friends once again are back. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...watch twilight sudah...cool...it is actually nice cause it did not run off the storyline of the book.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with celina, mee choi and yee wen. Movie with them too. Unfortunately celina could not make it. So full la...hahaha....receive a lo of thoughtful gifts too. And unexpected greetings...will blog more soon. too sleepy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-2687687520487202250?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2687687520487202250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=2687687520487202250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2687687520487202250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2687687520487202250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/12/exciting-day.html' title='exciting day'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-7918636511577187773</id><published>2008-12-01T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:19:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Did not wanna mention this,&lt;br /&gt;However, I never wanted to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a saying,&lt;br /&gt;when a person bids goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;the person who cried the most, would not see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me keep silly promise,&lt;br /&gt;I told you it is pointless,&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to give you an unrealistic promise,&lt;br /&gt;However you insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not long I started to realise,&lt;br /&gt;All this while what you did or say is fake,&lt;br /&gt;I blindly keep that promise,&lt;br /&gt;Because that is me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being that kind of person,&lt;br /&gt;However you break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel useless again,&lt;br /&gt;I thought all this while somebody needs me,&lt;br /&gt;But then it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel cheated and disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason for a friend or lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of everyone, why you?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you crush me once again?&lt;br /&gt;I told you that before,&lt;br /&gt;but then you never did pay attention do you?&lt;br /&gt;You were using me all this while,&lt;br /&gt;Just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i start to mistrust my friends,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me hard to trust anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you wish me belated today,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel worst, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was the one who did mistake,&lt;br /&gt;therefore i accept this punishment,&lt;br /&gt;As long you are happy then its fine.&lt;br /&gt;For every new experience makes you a better lover.&lt;br /&gt;Then I do not want to trust love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to say goodbye now.&lt;br /&gt;You should walk away never turn behind because its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the life you have now.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Do not contact me anymore if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make everything worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-7918636511577187773?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7918636511577187773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was browsing through my dream camera and came across this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4467206002362888508?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4467206002362888508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4467206002362888508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4467206002362888508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4467206002362888508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/sony-t77.html' title='sony T77'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4297857176480120851</id><published>2008-11-28T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:37:10.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon blog</title><content type='html'>Its afternoon alright. No one set a rule on blogging at home or during the night. So here am I in Coffee Bean with my "husband". Ahahaha....a cup of blended coffee is nice to spend my time throughout the day. Probably going training around 5pm later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....ohya. was going to write about this morning's activities. As usual, got up early then breakfast at town with mummy and daddy. After that spent aroung 2 hours in a kopitiam with dad reading. Dun get me wrong, i was the one reading not dad. He was chi chatting with his friends. After that, we went to ums for students' marking thingy. The password was having trouble so we sort of like spent another 2 hours there while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news?? Well mum called during that 2 boring hours. NOt that bored actually cause i was reading while trying to answer the kind ladies chats and questions even though my eyes were like on the books. Damn i sound so rude. However, get back to mum's phone call. Apparently we can collect my "new baby" today. So vachel is going to take the car later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afer that had lunch with dad at another kopitiam. Yes, dad just loves kopitiams drinks and foods. The lady give me that alien look when i ask her to reduce the portion of my rice on my plate. Whats wrong with having litle rice. Hey i know the theory of rice is not fattening. Its all over magazines and newspapers articles. But to me rice is fattening in a sense that it makes a person heavy. However, those of you planning to fo on a diet, rice is ACTUALLY inportant you know. Ahahaha...those words coming form me seems wrong. It gives u a lot of energy to run your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie is back to KL this morning. I thought i was dreaming when she meassage me last night. I slept early last night. Around 8 something. Was having migraine. Jeez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4297857176480120851?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4297857176480120851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4297857176480120851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4297857176480120851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4297857176480120851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/afternoon-blog.html' title='afternoon blog'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-7354620002887940047</id><published>2008-11-25T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:06:44.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>Suddenly i have the urge to say this.  "WHAT THE HECK HAPPEN THIS YEAR?" I do not actually recall this year's events. Its like something forgotten. I try to remember any special events but everything seems blur. I sort of like live my life chaotically. The good/bad, happy/sad or bored/fun life. I seem to forget things easily lately. I actually like forgot my phone 3 times in less then a week early this month. Head totally blank in exam. Forget a lot of appointments. Even forgot my lectures time and assignments. I also find it hard to remember what i say or done and go totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I was like trying to list out this years events but then i realize i could not even remember half of it. My problem of remembering people's name is getting worst. Damn it. I hope that brain exercise books i bought may help me with my memory power. Sigh. Strong wind and heavy rain suddenly. Think i shall hit the sack. Nights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-7354620002887940047?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7354620002887940047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=7354620002887940047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7354620002887940047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7354620002887940047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5286797542110483230</id><published>2008-11-25T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:48:23.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick!!!</title><content type='html'>So tired today. I slept through the whole morning. I totally ache man. My thigh and butt really hurts. Its so hard walking not to mention stairs and toilets. Gee...But however its another good experience. Ahahahaha... ate a lot today. Getting fatter and this means its back to diet mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why do i care so much on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;. Again why do people care so much about their weight, height, looks, etc etc...can't society just accept people the way they are? What's wrong being fat or tall or short or thin? Sigh, if people dun mind i dun think a guy or girl would bother dieting or losing weight, or even artificial surgeries, etc. If everyone is equal in everyone's eyes how nice would that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination...is that what it is? Ahahaha...been reading to much I think. Damn it. Why am i complaining when i myself am so concern with my weight and i feel guilty eating or drinking certain stuff. Then again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another statement... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love is a commitment for life&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm...i wonder how people see it? well not that i disagree..hell men i totally agree if not i would have flung myself at any men which i fancy. But the problem is...how would i know if i really love someone? Does the i miss that person so much and i want to see him everyday and crying fits the picture? Sort of experience that before and yet after a few years of not seeing or communicating it faded. So does the theory still implies? Next falling in love does include the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense of security&lt;/span&gt; right?? My dream man MUST have this quality you know like i feel safe and no worries around that person. But is hard to come by people like that. That must be an extremely high requirement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loyalty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; must fit it somewhere too. Jeez, I dun really understand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think more of that issue; one day when i am ready maybe I will understand it. Today, a waitress cought me red handed murdering the poor pile of butter. Ahahaha...i just out of normal reaction stab the butter in the middle with a knife and the waitress was like stunt then ask if me and Celina are done with our meal. Ahahaha...i myself look embaressed i think. Celina say the look of my face was priceless. Ahahaha...interesting day today. That salesman cheated again. I was not able to have a peek on my "baby". He gave weird excuses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have lots of spelling error. I seem to be sleepy today. Keep dozing off every minute i get. Ahahaha...and again laughing to myself. My nose irritationis uncomfortable too. Makes me dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5286797542110483230?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5286797542110483230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5286797542110483230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5286797542110483230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5286797542110483230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick.html' title='sick!!!'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4909834144347882763</id><published>2008-11-24T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:37:02.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o</title><content type='html'>Damn tired. My whole body is aching so badly as if i have been hit by an enormous lorry. Sigh...have not bee n doing it in a long time and look what i got myself into. Tired and aching body. I actually prefer to sit then to stand today. Ahahahaha....weird. However i have not been enjoying my holidays as i had plan. only 3 days of it and i am damn bored. Today is exceptional la. Me and Christie did a mini shopping spree. Our tradition. Just the two of us. Well she llok totally happy which is fine for me while i am dragging my sorry ass out of bed. We had lunch with Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back not long ago after meeting up and having dinner with Chyi shuang. I miss her a lot. Its nice talking with her. Just seem so normal. We cna chat about anything. Sigh. Now my neck hurts. Oh no... I hope i would be able to move tomorrow to see my "big baby" as Tie name it. Still thinking a lot lately. I keep persuating myself everything is fine but it doesn't seem so. Everything seems off to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today too, i bought "Cuddly" new ribbons. And i hope he love it. Weel its the same colour but much more better then his current one which is in a bad shape. I must really be a bad sleeper for killing his ribbon. =) Finish a book today. Might do a mini review sooner or later. Hmmm....what else again ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supprisingly i feel quite sleepy now. A very good sign that my biological clock is recovering. I have been like sleeping at 4 or 5am for 3 weeks and now i can't just a have a good night sleep. However that not the case here. OH NO...i fall asleep. Must be really bad. I;m off to sleep then. Nitey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4909834144347882763?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4909834144347882763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4909834144347882763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4909834144347882763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4909834144347882763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/0o_24.html' title='0_o'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-3430554589880349458</id><published>2008-11-20T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:14:53.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>わかっていたはず</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="content_1"&gt;通り過ぎる　恋人たちの笑い声&lt;br /&gt;胸をしめつける&lt;br /&gt;雨上がりの　週末の午後なのに&lt;br /&gt;私　一人　街を歩く&lt;br /&gt;そばにいたいのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんなこと　わかっていたはず&lt;br /&gt;好きになれば　なっただけ&lt;br /&gt;苦しむこと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-3430554589880349458?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/3430554589880349458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=3430554589880349458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3430554589880349458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/3430554589880349458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_20.html' title='わかっていたはず'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-2831683201765131240</id><published>2008-11-19T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:14:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ありあとう</title><content type='html'>ｼﾞｭﾘちゃん、ありがとう。私は大丈夫です。もう少し時間をあげてください！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-2831683201765131240?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/2831683201765131240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=2831683201765131240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2831683201765131240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/2831683201765131240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_1465.html' title='ありあとう'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1437895632562764061</id><published>2008-11-19T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:34:13.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>たいへんね</title><content type='html'>今日の試験はあまりむずかしくなかたです。安心じゃないよ！おなかがいったいです。ざんねんね。今はねたいですよ。じゃ　おやすみ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1437895632562764061?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1437895632562764061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1437895632562764061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1437895632562764061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1437895632562764061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_19.html' title='たいへんね'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-7649700801456084578</id><published>2008-11-18T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:23:39.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如何して</title><content type='html'>もう、大丈夫ですか。今日は　少し病気です。でもね　大丈夫です。私は今は　何も欲しいです。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-7649700801456084578?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7649700801456084578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=7649700801456084578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7649700801456084578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7649700801456084578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_18.html' title='如何して'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5781456408364016153</id><published>2008-11-17T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:24:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心の声</title><content type='html'>月曜日です。雨が降っています。今日 私は非常に不可解に感じる。私の中心は傷を感じる。その気持ちいは。。。。私ぜんぜん理解しない。悲しくない, 寂びしくない。。。これはどんな感じであるか。ちがう！どうかして,私は私が知っていることを考える。それはそんなに傷つく！私は叫びたい気がする。私は私が元気づけ、強く、そして常に微笑すると自分自身に約束する。でもね、それは使用ではない。。。私は失敗である。どうしよう？この悲しい感じはなくならない。私はより多くの時間を必要とする。 私はこの不可解な感じがなくなることを望む。 今調査するその時間。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5781456408364016153?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5781456408364016153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5781456408364016153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5781456408364016153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5781456408364016153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='心の声'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1837366734742145749</id><published>2008-11-10T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:34:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sigh, tomorrow the war begins. At 2.00pm i will be facing my trial. Gee....ahahahha...going to war with pens and ruler. Damn it. I have not finish preparing myself. Am i too succeed and move forward or killed in that battle field??? Will i not face communication full heartedly if international finance falls??? is that Dr. Wong's field my last survivor hope to continue the battle till the 21st??? I'm prepared to shoot my way through but unfortunately its not MCQ its some damn essays. 25 marks per question (*bangs head on wall*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1837366734742145749?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1837366734742145749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1837366734742145749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1837366734742145749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1837366734742145749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/war.html' title='WAR!!!!'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1630760742506199733</id><published>2008-11-05T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:37:38.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell teddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y bears and I had a meeting last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was our final date. I had to say farewell to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause I cannot bear to see them anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day had finally come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pack them away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess that it is time to forget;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and they were in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My teddies has always been so neat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the toys i liked the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought that I'd be forced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to put them to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as we all begin to forget and move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          some things don't go our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and many times we feel sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          so sad that we can't keep it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's how i felt when i saw the note;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time is passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i asked them out for a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure they wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to have a talk with them;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          as private as could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          there were so many things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          between just them and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thanked them for their many hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and their great listening ears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          for all the nights they kept me warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and helped remove my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They always had such smiling eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          so precious and so dear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          but this time as I reached for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          I thought I saw tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could I have touched their little heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and caused my bear to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          with feelings so emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          I thought I hear them sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I rubbed my eyes in disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          then recognized that they are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          The tear had fallen from my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          it wasn't theirs, but mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at them and stared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           maybe they understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          my bears were not some old stuffed toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          they were my dearest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gathered them on my piano stool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and hugged them oh so tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          then packed them in a plastic bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and gently said, "Goodnight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many thoughts came to my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          as I hopped into bed and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          First came glorious memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          then worry filled my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          I hope they do not mind the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          the dampness or the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           they seemed so weak and frail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          without my soft bed and hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          But this was just a teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          how could you feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          it made me think of an old saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          "All things must pass away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          I felt a sense of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and kind of insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          My bears had brought me hours of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          so innocent and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          To give them up was very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          and seemed a bit unfair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          yet that's the way life had us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          my friend, my love, my bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          I hope that they'll remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          when I am old and gray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          'cause I may need them once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          to help me through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for being selfish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's all I could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But seeing them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brings sad memories back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe they would not mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because they know my secrets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might have been cheated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and looking at them hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I read a poem something like that awhile ago. And decided i should used a bit to write my own. Thou its bad writing but then it will be something i greatly regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1630760742506199733?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1630760742506199733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1630760742506199733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1630760742506199733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1630760742506199733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell-teddies.html' title='Farewell teddies'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1899353147780630470</id><published>2008-11-05T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:09:46.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever friends teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRFuIQmwnuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P6I41Y3mOA/s1600-h/05112008113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRFuIQmwnuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P6I41Y3mOA/s320/05112008113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265110527548366562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been lovingly hand-crafted to meet all safety requirement;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do no like washing machines and tumble dryers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I like being wiped with warm damp flannel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and being left to dry naturally;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If my fur goes flat, I do not mind being brushed gently;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as I get a hug afterward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My new beloved. Hehehe...isn't it pretty? A pure hallmark bear. Well teddy here is about 16 inches tall. Unfortunately i have not weight it yet. But it is super fluffy (fat). It has a little "bulu" problem which i think eventually will stop. Hohoho...Most expensive teddy i've got and bought. Gone my money for this month. He is to to replace the other teddies who acompany me during my sleepness night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The       Best of Friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeannie       Hand-Stuart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's       nothing as nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As       a new Teddy Bear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To       tickle and cuddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And       take everywhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To       share all your secrets,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your       laughter and tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To       keep by your side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through       seasons and years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's       nothing as nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As       a new Teddy Bear...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Except       for an old one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-bottom: -14px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With       memories to share.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1899353147780630470?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1899353147780630470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1899353147780630470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1899353147780630470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1899353147780630470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/forever-friends-teddy.html' title='forever friends teddy'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRFuIQmwnuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P6I41Y3mOA/s72-c/05112008113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1314896994059587320</id><published>2008-11-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:39:56.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free...</title><content type='html'>I'm free??? I can't believe it. Its really a miracle. =) Guys. Sigh...all the same not one is different. My impression on men is getting worst. However, at least i'm free now. Having trouble with sleeping. What people call it? Imsonia? Or whatever u call it. Wonder what to do with the teddies. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1314896994059587320?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1314896994059587320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1314896994059587320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1314896994059587320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1314896994059587320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/free.html' title='free...'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4110606013209527662</id><published>2008-11-02T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:28:49.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swirly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQ1x8EiXD-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iUVOssUNYYM/s1600-h/Image_325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQ1x8EiXD-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iUVOssUNYYM/s320/Image_325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263988816289927138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr....my photoshop really sux. But was just trying out how those brushes works. Toilet shot. Was trying to see what is so fascinating about taking pictures in toilet. Hahahaha...as you can see, i was trying to get rid of that shower. But failed. =(. However snapping self pic in toilets means you get to see yourself in the mirror. Hahaha...stupid and weird but fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4110606013209527662?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4110606013209527662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4110606013209527662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4110606013209527662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4110606013209527662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/swirly.html' title='swirly'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQ1x8EiXD-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iUVOssUNYYM/s72-c/Image_325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5180289134605522851</id><published>2008-11-02T15:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:06:38.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o</title><content type='html'>Boring afternoon. Can't seem to pay any attention to what i am trying to study and understand. Bored. Mood totally horrible. Hormones must be naughty today. However i've been thinking lately. Everyone's existence in this world at certain time has their own purpose. I've ask myself a lot of times. Why was I born in this time of the century and place? Maybe there is something that should be done with my appearance and existence here. When we complete or accomplish the things that we are suppose to do, does that means that it is time for us to go? Meeting certain people at a certain time and place, is it fate or coincidence? Why to we meet certain people? Stupid right this kind of thoughts? What makes a person happy and completed? Success? Fame? Money? Love? Career? I don't seem to find any answer. L just concluded it as it depends on the person's reason of existence and personality. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I must be thinking to much then. How do we know if we successfully finish our purpose of existence? When a person seen flashes of events (maybe memories), what does it means? Is it something that happen before and one has forgotten it? Or future events they we need to know in order to be prepare? Past life? Well i don't believe in that so my assumptions still stay the same. Past or future. Why one person reacts strongly to another person? Why first impression is always right? I feel like a little kid asking his.her parents the why ad how questions when they get curious. Have you ever sit quietly then have this strange feelings of urgency or grief? Do you feel people's aura or mood? When anything like that ever happen do have the sense of lost and loneliness? Or feeling nervous or anxious like something bad is going happen? Do u sit and feel that something is missing? What are the explanation to this? Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5180289134605522851?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5180289134605522851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5180289134605522851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5180289134605522851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5180289134605522851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/11/0o.html' title='0_o'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-1006747575651999353</id><published>2008-10-30T11:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:28:56.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQksJDn12MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9M6h6bbRE5g/s1600-h/0007275382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQksJDn12MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9M6h6bbRE5g/s320/0007275382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262786173661993154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Publisher:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HarperCollins Publishers  Imprint: Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Format:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paperback - 512 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RM 32.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cph_content_twoColumnCustomDIV_whsProductDetailTabs_detailInformation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lose yourself in the magical new novel from Cecelia Ahern - the No.1 bestselling author of PS, I Love You How can you know someone you've never met? Joyce Conway remembers things she shouldn't. She knows about tiny cobbled streets in Paris, which she has never visited. And every night she dreams about an unknown little girl with blonde hair. When she leaves hospital after a terrible accident, with her life and her marriage in pieces, Joyce moves back in with her elderly father. All the while, a strong sense of deja vu is overwhelming her and she can't figure out why! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Justin Hitchcock is divorced, lonely and restless. He arrives in Dublin to give a lecture on art and meets attractive doctor Sarah, who persuades him to donate blood. It's the first thing to come straight from his heart in a long time. When Justin receives a basket of muffins with a note simply saying thank you,he is sure someone is playing a trick on him. But then a series of gifts begin to arrive. Intrigued and disturbed, Justin is determined to find out who is sending them. What he discovers will change his life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cecelia's 5th book. Yep after "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;p.s. i love you&lt;/span&gt;" this is another title that is worth reading. This story could be categorised as half magical i think. The blood donated actually contained the memories and knowledge of the doner. When Justin donates his blood, his memories and knowledge actually goes with it. When Joyce receives the blood, she got up wwith different skills and knowledge, worst, memories. She can speak in different language, knows arts, history, etc. Magiacal isn't it? Amusing story. They seem to be able to recognise each other when they accidentally bump into each another in fornt of a saloon. Fascinating story too. Unlike her past books, this one actually is easy to understand like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. i love you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;If you could see me now&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A place called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here&lt;/span&gt; is a bit complicated. Imagination needs to run wild. Is more like imaginating and fantasising on a certain place or person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where rainbow ends&lt;/span&gt; give me an impression of reading a chat box from the internet. I read the synopsis and flipped a few pages of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where rainbow ends&lt;/span&gt; but i did not buy it. Maybe i should try reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other books by Cecelia Ahern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1GvCVaoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yiV6BCUsBnE/s1600-h/ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1GvCVaoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yiV6BCUsBnE/s200/ps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796029380881026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1GxfjsRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fBC__GL19ic/s1600-h/wre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1GxfjsRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fBC__GL19ic/s200/wre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796030040322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1G7392wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-HApiEKZdwE/s1600-h/iucsmn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1G7392wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-HApiEKZdwE/s200/iucsmn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796032827054850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1HIUQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pV25b4I__6o/s1600-h/apch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1HIUQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pV25b4I__6o/s200/apch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796036166970354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming soon on paperback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1z3g5sDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lW4YQQTvy-k/s1600-h/tg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQk1z3g5sDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lW4YQQTvy-k/s200/tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262796804750684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step into the magical world of Cecelia Ahern If you could wish for one gift this Christmas, what would it be? Everyday Lou Suffern battled with the clock. He always had two places to be at the same time. He always had two things to do at once. When asleep he dreamed. In between dreams, he ran through the events of the day while making plans for the next. When at home with his wife and family, his mind was always someplace else. On his way into work one early winter morning, Lou meets Gabe, a homeless man sitting outside the office building. Intrigued by him and on discovering that he could also be very useful to have around, Lou gets Gabe a job in the post room. But soon Lou begins to regret helping Gabe. His very presence unsettles Lou and how does Gabe appear to be in two places at the same time? As Christmas draws closer, Lou starts to understand the value of time. He sees what is truly important in life yet at the same time he learns the harshest lesson of all. This is a story about people who not unlike parcels, hide secrets.They cover themselves in layers until the right person unwraps them and discovers what's inside.Sometimes you have to be unravelled in order to find out who you really are. For Lou Suffern, that took time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-1006747575651999353?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/1006747575651999353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=1006747575651999353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1006747575651999353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/1006747575651999353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-memory.html' title='Thanks for the memories'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQksJDn12MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9M6h6bbRE5g/s72-c/0007275382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-6534871036641017081</id><published>2008-10-29T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:26:22.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Special A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhvEe-kaFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9lI-eluv5kU/s1600-h/13571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhvEe-kaFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9lI-eluv5kU/s320/13571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262578287408080978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main Title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Official Title:&lt;/span&gt; S・A ～スペシャル・エー～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TV series, 24 episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Categories:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comedy, high school, romance, school life, Shoujo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Based on a shoujo manga by Maki Minami serialised in Hana to Yume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Hikari was little, she and her father liked to watch pro wrestling, and she became very good at it. She was the pride of her family until one day she was introduced to Kei, the son of her father's friend. He instantly defeated her in wrestling, and started what would become Hikari's major ambition to one day beat him. To do this she enrolled in Kei's school, an ultra elite school that costs her father a lot of money. This unusual school created classes according to grades, and the top seven students become members of the "SA". They have their own building, and can optionally attend class. Hikari is usually the only one who does so, since she desperately wants to beat Kei with test scores. The members of the "SA" have been close friends since their first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Special days (Yuko Goto), Gorgeous 4U (Jun Fukuyama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ending songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hidamari no Gate (Jun Fukuyama), Special Gyutto Good Luck! (Yuko Goto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; www.anidb.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like this anime. Very refreshing and hilarious. It makes me laugh through the whole series. The art is nice too. I have seen the manga scanlations online but it seems to be a little different from the anime. I prefer the anime art. Looks better. The characters in the manga look like toothpicks. Skinny face, weird eyes, etc.  If you like fun and laughter animes, I recommend this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-6534871036641017081?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/6534871036641017081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=6534871036641017081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6534871036641017081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/6534871036641017081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/special.html' title='Special A'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhvEe-kaFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9lI-eluv5kU/s72-c/13571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5989932640666145867</id><published>2008-10-29T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:04:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasee...</title><content type='html'>I was never afraid of death or to die, but I am always afraid of the death of people I love.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please do not let the people I love die before me. Do not take them away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5989932640666145867?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5989932640666145867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5989932640666145867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5989932640666145867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5989932640666145867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/pleasee.html' title='pleasee...'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-5200862850364913003</id><published>2008-10-29T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:47:34.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Goodnight, beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhWtYS39dI/AAAAAAAAADU/fwyTa97rTPo/s1600-h/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhWtYS39dI/AAAAAAAAADU/fwyTa97rTPo/s320/gb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262551502198142418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorothy Koomson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Publisher:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sphere, An imprint of Little, Brown Book Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Format:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paperback- 448 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RM 35.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Eight years ago, Nova Kumalisi agreed to have a baby for Mal and Stephanie Wacken. Halfway through the pregnancy, the couple changed their minds and walked away, leaving Nova pregnant, scared and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Eight years ago, Stephanie was overjoyed at the thought of becoming a mother - until she found a text from Mal to Nova saying, "Goodnight, beautiful". Terrified of losing her husband to his closest friend, Stephanie asked him to cut all ties to Nova and their unborn child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Now, Nova is anxiously waiting for her son, Leo, to wake up from coma, while childless Stephanie is desperately trying to save her failing marriage. Although they live separate lives, both women have secrets that will bind them for ever...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this new book yesterday. Finished reading it in two hours this morning. Well this is obviously another love story. Like the book described, a tale of love, loss and new beginnings. Very easy reading thou. Well storyline goes quite normal nothing too exciting just normal. It basically is about two childhood friends who have feelings for each other then fall in love with each other but did not want to admit. Then goes separate ways, got married, etc. Mal here married Stephanie then still keeping close contact with Nova who was still in love with him and vice versa. Not a nice story here cause Mal is actually looking for someone as a substitute to Nova and Stephanie came in the picture as a totally opposite person with no resemblance of Nova. Mal decided to get marry to her. However, before this his past girlfriends all have a little resemblance to Nova such as face, mouth, smile, etc. Stephanie could not (would not) have children then the couple decided to ask Nova for help. Well i think this part is really pathetic because Nova actually decline then again later agree. Then halfway through pregnancy, mal suddenly confess his feelings, things got messy then Stephanie felt insecure. Well, which wife wouldn't. So comes Leo later and then got coma. Something to do with brain cancer. Mal of course went to his dying bed after being confronted by Nova and by that time Nova actually was married to her ex, Keith. She decline having sex with him but when she appeared in Mal's hotel everything when wrong again. Yes, sound stupid. like you hate that person then have sex with him but happy about it with your son on deathbed and husband wondering what is wrong while the other wife at home going crazy and guilty. Eventually Leo died and not long after that Nova pregnant again with Mal's child (daughter). Both of them were very happy, poor Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i learn form this story is a little misunderstandings leads to unsolved problem. And always be honest to yourself. If you like or love someone admit it before is to late. Never make decision one will regret. Over here I think that Stephanie is so pity. Her husband having romantic relationship with his best friend while she was feeling lonely. Mistake after mistake "things" still happen. 2nd time pregnancy. I wonder if they ever thought of the 3rd parties feelings. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Koomson writes really good books. Her books fascinates me. She usually writes about black skin women. It give me an impression of a world where blacks and whites live peacefully everywhere that skin colours does not matter. She writes about courages women with strong and positive thinking. Independence as well. Through her writing I realise that there is always a tiny hope if we never give up. Up till now, my favourite book of hers is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Best Friend's Girl &lt;/span&gt;. Don't get me wrong. I love all her books but that particular title is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other books by Dorothy Koomson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnLpU0RjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XSyLNfdck70/s1600-h/tce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnLpU0RjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XSyLNfdck70/s200/tce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569614351812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnLs9DzgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TOAJUGceUC0/s1600-h/tcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnLs9DzgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TOAJUGceUC0/s200/tcr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569615325908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnMOv3oyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WYOa1RqZDyw/s1600-h/mbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnMOv3oyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WYOa1RqZDyw/s200/mbg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569624397390626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnMDfiRrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OBtN9fqX_YY/s1600-h/mfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhnMDfiRrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OBtN9fqX_YY/s200/mfb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569621376091826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-5200862850364913003?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/5200862850364913003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=5200862850364913003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5200862850364913003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/5200862850364913003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodnight-beautiful.html' title='Goodnight, beautiful'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQhWtYS39dI/AAAAAAAAADU/fwyTa97rTPo/s72-c/gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-7732548851369203984</id><published>2008-10-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:34:04.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored, hungry &amp; sleepy</title><content type='html'>I am extremely famished. Yep have not eaten much today. Sigh...went out for movie with Sara today. Its been a long time since we did that. Sigh...going out with her makes me realize how much i miss "them". Them as in my best girlies...sigh...Few months seems like a long time to me even thou they will be back in December liao. Seems like every time they are not here I feel extremely lonely. I dun even get to see Elisa a lot now too. Too busy until i dun have time for my firends? Is that true?? However i'm glad that Christie and Julie helped me in my thesis process. I miss being able to talk freely without holding back. I think i only get to this with very few people. Sigh...Friends are really valueble and priceless. And sometimes i think that it is fate that one meets one another. Love you guys a lot...&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Elsa and Eddie today. Quite a lot of food we ate. Hehehe...Tomorrow planning on meeting with Dr. Fumitaka. Hopefully he will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-7732548851369203984?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7732548851369203984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=7732548851369203984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7732548851369203984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7732548851369203984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored-hungry.html' title='bored, hungry &amp; sleepy'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-4705448837462690862</id><published>2008-10-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:43:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRlhDV676I/AAAAAAAAACo/U2UMZt_106A/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_11647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRlhDV676I/AAAAAAAAACo/U2UMZt_106A/s320/PhotoFunia_11647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261441883182919586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some picture that eddie sent. Interesting piece. Which i doubt is photoshop. But apparently Eddie's line broke off and have not manage to ask him how he did it. hehehe...ありがとう&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-4705448837462690862?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/4705448837462690862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=4705448837462690862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4705448837462690862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/4705448837462690862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop??'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRlhDV676I/AAAAAAAAACo/U2UMZt_106A/s72-c/PhotoFunia_11647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-8764382565605477989</id><published>2008-10-26T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:53:38.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Doggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRjo4RqSfI/AAAAAAAAACg/x9vEljG7_2Q/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRjo4RqSfI/AAAAAAAAACg/x9vEljG7_2Q/s320/DSC02588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261439818627959282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and siberian husky (tarzan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRjoopOekI/AAAAAAAAACY/mvJmP1Mk1Z0/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRjoopOekI/AAAAAAAAACY/mvJmP1Mk1Z0/s320/DSC02587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261439814431832642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still Tarzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   The other day's dog competition. Plenty of cute looking dogs and scary ones too(German Shepard). Only manage to take picture with Tarzan. Was planning on taking with June but it was quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-8764382565605477989?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/8764382565605477989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=8764382565605477989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8764382565605477989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/8764382565605477989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/doggy.html' title='Doggy'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SQRjo4RqSfI/AAAAAAAAACg/x9vEljG7_2Q/s72-c/DSC02588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362783383080344542.post-7439135235862068668</id><published>2008-10-25T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:11:47.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Here i am unable to sleep when its 4.00 am now. Was just trying this "blogger" thingy and got stuck in the layouts because i'm so bad with designs. However after several attempts i manage to start this blog but obviously would still be maintaining my livejournal account. Not much to write or type just feel like putting something on this blank page. Well i think i will be off to sleep and will see what i can do with this blog. それで　おやすみなさい！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362783383080344542-7439135235862068668?l=fire-hemlock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/feeds/7439135235862068668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7362783383080344542&amp;postID=7439135235862068668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7439135235862068668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7362783383080344542/posts/default/7439135235862068668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fire-hemlock.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>ying86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428385285806566600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYu4d1egYQc/SRB73aSY1yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSekiNAZmaM/S220/Image_339.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
