<?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-38891017</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:28:13.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let your heart run; let your mind fly; be gone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-7316352786169503537</id><published>2007-07-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:45:16.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.  this is a dead blog.  i have given up hope on it.  but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog to be closed in...3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit the new livejournal at 'http://shirtandjean.livejournal.com/'.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-5417692607609081312</id><published>2007-06-25T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:55:43.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since geraldine asked me, i'll just do this.  &lt;strong&gt;how do you keep your face clean and healthy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i suggest you endorse in a reliable brand for all your facial products, for example nivea visage, garnier and bioré.  what i mean is, use the same brand and preferably same type for your facial foam/cleanser, toner, exfoilating scrub, face gel/cream, and eye-contour cream.  your skin is extremely sensitive to the different pHs of different brand products, which means your skin will be wrecked if you use different pHs all the time, speaking in layman's terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, not all of the above facial products are necessary to maintain clean and healthy skin.  the essentials are the facial foam/cleanser and toner.  facial foam/cleanser is used to clean the skin and remove impurities that make skin dull and prone to blackheads, pimples, and whiteheads.  effective facial foams/cleansers do not dry, but instead moisturizes the skin, therefore, please read the back of your facial foam/cleanser before use or purchase.  the toner is important, and is used after washing your face thoroughly with the facial foam/cleanser.  the main function of the facial foam/cleanser is to open up your pores and wash out impurities with the gentle massaging of your fingers.  using the toner after cleansing helps to close up pores to prevent dirt from entering and dulling your skin, it eliminates residues of cleansing products and remaining impurities, and also tone and freshen the skin with respect to the skin's natural moisture balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i believe i do not have to go through the washing procedure for the facial foam/cleanser, i shall further introduce the toner.  i highly suggest you invest in facial cotton (the square, flat type of cotton), which is very cheap and available everywhere.  the toner is used like this:  wet the cotton just enough (not dripping wet), hold the cotton between both your second and middle finger, and your thumb, then swipe your face gently with strong, clean swipes.  all areas of your face should be covered, excluding the delicate eye area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some talk on the exfoilating scrub.  it is a gel-like substance that contains soft exfoilating scrub particles that softly removes impurities and dead skin cells and thus stimulates skin renewal.  it leaves skin looking more radiant and fresh and you will obviously feel that your skin is noticeably smooth and supple.  to achieve best results, use the exfoilating scrub only once or twice a week.  usually i use the exfoilating scrub only every 3 days, after the facial foam/cleanser, then i apply the toner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while your skin is still slightly wet after washing with the foam/cleanser, apply a small amount of scrub, and gently massage in with your fingertips.  do avoid the delicate eye area.  when you think you have covered the areas you wish to cover, rinse thoroughly with clean, warm water and pat your skin dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the face gel/cream and eye-contour cream, they are simply used to apply to your face and your eye contour respectively.  different types would have different functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.  that's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(although nobody may ask because my blog's dead.) frankly speaking, i have no idea either.  it has been fun to click the cross on the top right-hand corner everytime the log-in window for msn messenger when i turn on the computer.  i hope that's reason enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's fine, so no worries, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am suddenly interested in writing a good, thought-provoking article entitled 'My June Holiday'.  the motive is kind of obvious...what's a holiday when nobody's holidaying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-503609546361260295?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/503609546361260295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh by the way i forgot to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke my fifth guitar string and i need a pick and a capo urgently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'll be so nice to accompany me to Plaza Sing?  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or buy for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-149875166165806656?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/149875166165806656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=149875166165806656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/149875166165806656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the fact that my earpiece is totally wrecked means that i no longer have &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; music to listen to on my phone, so i hung the phone around my neck, chose a good playlist, and let it play on speaker.  i got quite a number of stares so i decided that i'll just borrow a friend's iPod next time instead.  the song &lt;strong&gt;One Of Those Girls &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne &lt;/strong&gt;got stuck in my head halfway through the run, so i wound up making a playlist on that song alone and i listened to that repeatedly for &lt;em&gt;godknowshowmanytimes&lt;/em&gt; for the rest of the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got home and showered, i spent a good hour on my guitar.  i registered for lessons already, one hour every friday night, and i had my first lesson last night.  the teacher gave out the chords on &lt;strong&gt;Bad Day&lt;/strong&gt; already, so i tried making sense out of it on my own and it &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; make sense eventually, leaving me feeling accomplished.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother then took me to my younger aunt's house to visit my grandmother, who's currently living there, and i bought Mac's breakfast along the way for both my cousin and i.  we stayed there till about one, doing lame stuff like Sudoku and memorising song lyrics other than eating.  eating's the nice word.  &lt;em&gt;pigging out&lt;/em&gt; is more like it.  but her house is so full of stuff i crave to eat, so i simply couldn't resist the temptation(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached home, i suddenly had another craving...for &lt;em&gt;basketball&lt;/em&gt;.  seemed like ages since i played, so i just grabbed my ball and headed down to the court, which was quite empty.  i played alone, just shooting for about one hour plus until Leo and Renfred appeared.  then i got my wake up call.  which was why i asked that question.  right here, i'll say &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;.  this &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt; is just for you.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm SORRY&lt;/span&gt;.  please forgive me for all the weird stuff you've been putting up with.  i promise it will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last post was simply some excerpts from my currently favourite show, &lt;strong&gt;Corner With Love&lt;/strong&gt;.  go check it out - featuring Barbie Hsu Xi Yuan aka Da S and Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Show aka Xiaozhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Corner With Love to bits.  &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-4889853954338801433?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4889853954338801433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“就算跌倒，也要豪迈的笑！”&lt;br /&gt;“闭上你的眼睛，我长什么样子？”&lt;br /&gt;“前方是绝路，转角就有希望。”&lt;br /&gt;“说一个谎，就要用另一个谎来圆第一个谎，这道理没人跟你讲吗？”&lt;br /&gt;“做人要真才实料，要勇敢面对自己的人生。”&lt;br /&gt;“你已经祝我幸福八百八十八次了！ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊朋友请你听啊听啊听&lt;br /&gt;我唱歌来问候你&lt;br /&gt;有什么事情啊情啊情&lt;br /&gt;我可以来帮助你&lt;br /&gt;在春天夏天并啊并啊并&lt;br /&gt;啊秋天和严冬&lt;br /&gt;我定啊定啊定啊&lt;br /&gt;令啊令啊令你&lt;br /&gt;心啊心啊心欢喜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-3842106598190783587?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3842106598190783587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=3842106598190783587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/3842106598190783587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/3842106598190783587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-4157714046928963675</id><published>2007-06-04T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:57:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i decided to try a new blogskin that was simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was really simple and nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't come on too hard, and you know it's not too girlish (that would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; suit me), and yet it's quite feminine.  nice colours.  i like the tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is by record the fastest blogskin i've nailed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-4157714046928963675?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4157714046928963675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=4157714046928963675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/4157714046928963675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;lngwy.  okay i’m REALLY bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO - Are you single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE - Whats your favorite number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one nunber, 7.&lt;br /&gt;two numbers, 7 and 27.&lt;br /&gt;three numbers, 7, 10, and 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR - What color do you wear most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one colour, white.&lt;br /&gt;two colours, black and white.&lt;br /&gt;three colours, black, white and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE - Least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;orange.  some people know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX - What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jing1 Wu3 Men2' by Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Xiaozhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN - What do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't, for goodness sake.  so no 'what's, 'when's, 'who's, 'why's and 'how's, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT - Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy, no.  satisfied, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE - Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  you know, that one called Leong Wai Yee from The Poser Channel.  yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN - What is your favorite class in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it's gotta be Language Arts.  especially when there's a socratic seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN - Do you shop at hollister/abercrombie/AE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWELVE - How do you make money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i make money with a variety of methods.  i recommend the 3S, Starve, Scrimp, Save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN - Who is your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one best friend, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;two best friends, Darling and XueSheng.&lt;br /&gt;three best friends, Darling, XueSheng and Renfred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTEEN - Are you outgoing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTEEN - One word to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIXTEEN - Favorite pair of shoes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brand new Nike poser shoes i haven't worn and don't intend to wear for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN - Do you own big sunglasses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. i only ever wear the reflective kind and i don't think big reflective sunglasses are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHTEEN - Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;beach.  any beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINETEEN - What should you be doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping because my head feels more than groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTY- Do you have a crush on anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. on more than one person actually.  muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you blow a bubble?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  both bubblegum bubble and soap bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, if it doesn't require alot of technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you do a cart wheel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, surprisingly.  that was when i got the guts to once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you want to tie a cherry stem with your mouth for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you touch your toes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  that's the basic for dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  some notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you wiggle your ears?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, and i don't want to for the moment. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you wiggle your nose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, and i also don't want to for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you roll your tongue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, and i don't want to for the moment either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get into a fist fight at school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.  LOL.  go on, ask me for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever run away from home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.  it should be counted because they couldn't find me for 11 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.  i'm actually, um, quite afraid of seeing people's blood.  i'm fine with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not actually.  the closest to that was to want to start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DOS:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to an extent.  don't shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to swim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.  never doubt my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you own a bike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah, a poser-looking mountain bike.  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes, the day i've lost my sense of taste and smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;Does hair loss run through your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.  that's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your car get good gas mileage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was kind of random too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your family have family picnics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the whole trivia thing was kind of random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HOWS:&lt;br /&gt;How did you find out about Friendster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many Friendster friends have you met in person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;165cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much money do you have on you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.  zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out?  define that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you said out loud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bloody idiot' --- to the pizza guy who arrived just when Xiaozhu was about to start on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing someone said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thank you, have a nice day' --- from the bloody idiot pizza guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'El Nin-Yo!' by Tata Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the temperature outside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know.  i turned on the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What radio station do you listen to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;883.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakae sushi at Tiong Bahru Plaza.  it’s great, i’m telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezia ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the melted ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CORNER WITH LOVE - my love, Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Xiaozhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who is your newest friend that added you on Friendster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the newest friend who added me is kind of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you MSNed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who talked to you on the phone last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle again, who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely cuzzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to leave you a comment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what counts as a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one person, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;two people, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;three people, Kuan, Ning, and Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do certain movies make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost all movies i watch make me cry.  seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of the tiniest things.  a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish you were happier?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.  everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is being happy overrated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can music make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually hate anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever made a hit list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, quite often in the past for good reason.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been on a hit list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a mean bully?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not!  *acts all innocent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF ESTEEM SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Is your self-esteem extremely low?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect so very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you good looking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody answers that question themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish you could be someone else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK AT ME:&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current piercings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one on each ear.  i’m still working on the getting my third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have any tattoos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tattoos no, henna yes.  i drew a nice looking heart angel on the back of my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight hair or curly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither. try wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Hugged someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on the phone until the sun came up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you peed in your pants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got in a fight with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.  and someone(s) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like surveys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;totally depends on the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, then no, then quite, then no again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have mental breakdowns?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define a mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever tell your parents you didn't feel good so you didn't have to go to school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty often, especially recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENT:&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Catherine’ by David Tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current hair style:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cut my hair recently and i kind of hate it so i won’t answer this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one crush, Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Xiaozhu.&lt;br /&gt;two crushes, Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Xiaozhu and ahem.&lt;br /&gt;three crushes, i don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current thing I ought to be doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping.  like, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current windows open:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger, MSN, and iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current desktop picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SPESHOW.  Alan Luo Zhi Xiang Xiaozhu.  of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY done.  ohman.  this is one long trivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-2665394925703778403?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2665394925703778403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=2665394925703778403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/2665394925703778403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/2665394925703778403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-some.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-8176275159456039969</id><published>2007-06-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:16:45.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i'm late x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't blame me!  really, after coming home from the BSP camp, i totally conked out on the bed for the whole day.  i woke up at 10pm or so because SOMEHOW i remembered that i had an online quiz to do on HeyMath before 12am. lol.  after doing the quiz, i conked back out.  okay then yesterday, i woke up at 8am to go to the temple because it was Vesak Day.  then...the rest of the day was a blur.  i really can't remember what i did x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a brief recap of the whole BSP camp.  the camp involves BSP students from Chinese High, Nanyang Girls, Dunman High, and River Valley, and is a residential-type camp at the Singapore Sports School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was basically orientation.  dormitories were assigned to groups of either 4 or 6, and a leader from each dorm was appointed - that's me - to hold the key.  everyone also gets a residential card for security and admission purposes.  after checking in to our dorms and leaving our belongings there, we went to the auditorium.  there, we got split into 18 groups, each group consisting of about 14 members and one facilitator, simply called the facil.  some people i forgot the name and title of gave the kai1 mu4 ci2 and then the main facil group showed this montage of last year's BSP camp.  this was followed by a tea break, then a 2-hour lecture by a chosen lecturer on some topic related to BSP.  after that was lunch, then we came back to the audi for icebreaking games in our groups.  this was followed by yet another tea break, and then another lecture, and then dinner.  then there was group activity - pardon me because i forgot what we did - and then games!  there were lots of stations and we had loads of fun.  after this was supper, and preparation for performance night on the second day, and then - lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part was particularly memorable because after the so-called 'lights out', everyone went back to their dorms to shower, and then people came alive.  Yiran and I were IC of a section of the NY performance, Modern Dance vs Hip-Hop, and after everyone showered, we went out to the lobby to practice the dance.  sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day.  hmm...it was breakfast, lecture, tea break, lecture, lunch, lecture, tea break, and then a game.  it's a really cool game.  there are 20 pictures stuck on the walls and every group has to go think of a caption for each picture.  group with the best caption for each picture gets..um...5 or 10 points i forgot.  after this was a one and a half hour prep time for the performance - both GROUP and SCHOOL.  yes.  both.  then it was dinner, and the most exciting part of the camp...presentation.  group presentation was about a 5-minutes performance related to BSP, order by group number, and then school was just random.  chinese high first, then RV or DHS, then RV or DHS (sorry!), then US.  yay.  we did well.  this was followed by the facils performance, then everyone got HIGH, then we had a mass party for godknowshowlong.   we had supper after calming down, and then - lights out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day...packing up and going home!  okay no, it was still breakfast first, then lecture, then tea break, then prize-giving (i'll talk about this again later), then a montage of OUR camp.  i wasn't in it, thankfully.  then schools split and we went back to each individual school with pleasant and not-so-pleasant memories of the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group, Group 4, otherwise known as Four Leaf Clover, got 3rd for the group performance which was a skit.  i sang for about 15 seconds in it, and that was all for me.  LOL.  but i got great audience responses okay!  we also got the Best Style Group prize.  something to do with Style or Fashion.  whatever, beats me.  anyway every group got at least one prize.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S IT.  this is a really detailed report lor.  there's one bit about the camp that's also really unforgettable...but it'll come in tomorrow x)  only Qian and Yangfan will know about this.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-8176275159456039969?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8176275159456039969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=8176275159456039969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/8176275159456039969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/8176275159456039969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-so-im-late-x-please-dont-blame-me.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-6491598990170669524</id><published>2007-05-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:33:44.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a really really long time since i last logged in to blogger.  there's just been so many things happening, so much that i simply can't list everything out here...so here's a huge, &lt;em&gt;sincere&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all of you out there!  (whether or not you check my blog frequently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSP camp's next week, and strangely, i am not that hyped about it.  it was one of the things i looked forward to most in the beginning of sec 3, then now...um, it just doesn't appeal that much anymore.  guess reality has just sunken in.  anyway, it's sabbatical week right now, which technically means a week of waking up early to go to school and stone.  at least, it is for me.  the sabbatical lessons are still mildly interesting, as usual...unless there are fun stuff such as excursions like the one i had today.  it's really kind of interesting, although i guess i'll never really make use of what i learnt, like, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling really much more normal and relieved after the last counselling session...don't think too wild.  the counselling session is more like a friends' gathering since all those who 'counselled' me were my group of best friends.  it's a really cool gathering, since everyone gets a chance to counsel thrice cos the group consists of five people only and the fifth is a moderator.  so...guess all that alcohol and singing really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i picked up my guitar again and remembered how much i loved to play the guitar.  so maybe this june hols, i'll go sign up for some guitar lessons and do the stuff i used to love most...maybe to kill time, and maybe to kill thoughts.  i believe it really helps to maintain a positive mindset.  so i'm going to pull some people together to go ice-skating, rollerblading, cycling and play badminton this holiday, other than taking this time to clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's all for now, folks.  i promise an update every wednesday AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-6491598990170669524?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-5078432932677499531</id><published>2007-05-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:48:05.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training is getting more and more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have xiaoxun laoshi or guo laoshi back?  or jiajia laoshi?  all will be fine except the current LAOSHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like quitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-5078432932677499531?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5078432932677499531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS TO 华岗 AND 立化, FOR 冠军 AND 亚军 RESPECTIVELY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the focus here is, 季军是...*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;南洋剧坊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just too unbelievable.  that moment when our name was announced, my heart stopped beating and tears came into my eyes.  then everything cleared and we were all ecstatic with disbelief at our amazing result of jumping from 10th to 3rd in one stride.  honestly...?  i never expected top 3 at all.  to me i thought we were just going to 充数 for the competition or something, because the gold and silver awards were already awarded, so there's really no point in competing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 季军?  it's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank all of you cast and crew!  thank you Mrs Teo, Mr Ng (both), 李老师, 季老师, 古老师, and especially 艾老师!  thank all of you!  we've set a good benchmark for the future generations of 南洋剧坊.  加油吧!  may we reach greater heights in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some moments are just meant to be treasured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-1947119888402986193?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1947119888402986193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=1947119888402986193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/1947119888402986193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/1947119888402986193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/05/congrats-to-and-for-and-respectively.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-4842446923949519438</id><published>2007-04-27T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:25:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>曾经有人说过：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;br /&gt;这世间上最难熬的一段感情&lt;br /&gt;处在友情和爱情之间&lt;br /&gt;的灰色地带&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;br /&gt;这世间上最美丽的一段感情&lt;br /&gt;不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;而是友情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许&lt;br /&gt;完美的爱情不存在这世间上&lt;br /&gt;只在我们的信念里&lt;br /&gt;我们的心里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像中国传说中的凤凰鸟&lt;br /&gt;那么的华丽&lt;br /&gt;那么的高不可攀&lt;br /&gt;而是虚幻的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我至今还在想他说的到底是不是真的。&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-8869242881940178298</id><published>2007-04-24T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:24:56.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dunno what kind of bottle to buy for jiejing.  and laogong doesn't even want to chip in anymore =(   thinking of going shopping with jiejing and she tell me what she wants and i'll just buy it for her on the spot.  haha abit got sincerity ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's just SO crazy can, still kind of revelling from the shock that we got into Finals.  the award doesn't matter to kuan and i anymore because we've found a new goal in SYF!  that is a secret.  and today we went kap to makan and crap, which is totally whatever because ning and felix both were not with us and we were just...um...being fei.  haha and we wanted to knock on ning's house's door but thought it would be sane if we went up to that bunch of guys and say, "excuse me but i'm looking for a friend, so can you please shift so that i can step up to the ceiling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh the sciences are finally over although they all suck.  but anyway, hopefully my cl marks can pull the aggregate up abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IH NEXT!  and physics SPA.  crap.  i better go study now or i'll get another man3 jiang1 hong2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-8869242881940178298?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-8424462037605393092</id><published>2007-04-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:01:13.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still have that passion for nanyang jufang.  i am still proud of all of you.  i am still not concerned about the results.  i still love the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i escape to the other haven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-8424462037605393092?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8424462037605393092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>是不是害怕自己還不夠堅強&lt;br /&gt;我們都遺忘美好天真的模樣&lt;br /&gt;習慣了依靠你的胸口&lt;br /&gt;忘記你的溫柔&lt;br /&gt;不知不覺愛已無法掌控&lt;br /&gt;想要逃脫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你我都懂彼此的夢&lt;br /&gt;不願放棄卻沉默&lt;br /&gt;你我都懂該讓這愛自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是不是害怕面對孤單和寂寞&lt;br /&gt;我們都遺忘甜蜜回憶的模樣&lt;br /&gt;習慣了依靠你的胸口&lt;br /&gt;忘記你的溫柔&lt;br /&gt;不知不覺愛已無法掌控&lt;br /&gt;想要逃脫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚和大雨淹沒了我&lt;br /&gt;就此放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你我都懂愛太脆弱&lt;br /&gt;剎那之間心已墜落&lt;br /&gt;該怎麼走&lt;br /&gt;為你為我&lt;br /&gt;讓這愛自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎能怪時間沒有等我&lt;br /&gt;是我忘了跟著走&lt;br /&gt;捨不得溫暖的被窩&lt;br /&gt;想念你的溫柔&lt;br /&gt;怎能怪時間沒有等我&lt;br /&gt;是你忘了帶我走&lt;br /&gt;雖然我沒改變&lt;br /&gt;可想不起你的面孔&lt;br /&gt;時間沒有等我&lt;br /&gt;回頭對我冷嘲熱諷&lt;br /&gt;我換好了球鞋&lt;br /&gt;決定要追上一切&lt;br /&gt;在春天來臨以前&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-607431704539323852?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-6578150603240235640</id><published>2007-04-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:25:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are limits to things i can take, i guess.  sometimes, i also need to have quality time alone to listen to a good song and vent my frustration in the form of salty tears.  i did today.  i must say, it felt good to let it all out, although i know nothing's going to change.  sometimes, i only need that passing moment of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, you're not alone.  together we stand, and i'll be right by your side.  you know i'll take your hand.  when it gets cold and it seems like the end, as if there's no place to go and you know i won't give in.  no, i won't give in.  keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you know we'll make it through.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-6552229991086420179</id><published>2007-04-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:57:37.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a really tough period of time we're going through, i know. maybe i won't be there to give you support to the end, but i'll stay by your side for as long as i can, and i will wish you all the best when i drop out of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having mood &lt;em&gt;swings &lt;/em&gt;so frequent recently, it's freaking me out, it's freaking my parents and sister out, it's freaking my friends out, and it's freaking 738236 out. actually, i'm positive i'm not the only one facing this particular problem. there are others out there xD but it's not healthy in any way anyway. and i'm SO sleep deprived, i can fall asleep at any time in day anywhere. it takes so much effort for me to listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yeo's lessons are damn hard to sleep in. she always talks in this ultra loud voice and she likes standing next to my table and likes to point at my worksheet. which is crap. in the blank where we're supposed to fill in 'input (x)' and 'process (function)' and 'output (y)', i filled in 'ny ju fang' and 'competition (SYF)' and 'GwH (funny)'. which is totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH i need to sleep. seriously, like &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep. if i don't get enough sleep before SYF, maybe i'll end up falling asleep onstage. yeah, like that's gonna help craft my character and clinch GwH. my god. if we really get GwH, i would cry on the spot. if we get gold, i would cry at home. if we get silver, i would go on a major sleepfest for 10 hours. if we get bronze, the sleepfest would last 6 hours. if we get CoP, i would quit SYF for as long as i need to. no joke. this SYF is killing me already. at least get actors with BETTER attitude and i might consider SYF again. ohman nevermind i'm emo-ing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need to do that and do that and do that and do that and do that and do that and do that and do that tonight (probably until tomorrow morning) before i can sleep. ha. tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-6552229991086420179?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6552229991086420179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=6552229991086420179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/6552229991086420179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/6552229991086420179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-really-tough-period-of-time-were.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-117560833648608348</id><published>2007-04-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:52:16.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hug somebody for a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long time and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch a really sad movie like Titanic three times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to throw in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to yell to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to slap those people in the face seven times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117560833648608348?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117560833648608348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly feel like watching qing2 shen1 shen1 yu3 meng2 meng2 again, for some reason.  i heard the theme song today online on accident and just remembered how i liked those gu3 zhuang1 xi4 then.  i remember huan2 zhu1 ge2 ge2 and qing2 shen1 shen1 yu3 meng2 meng2 and wang4 fu1 ya2, which happen to be some of qiong yao's more famous works, then i remembered the books, then on impulse, i borrowed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it has been some time since i heard a really good song, so i borrowed a friend's iPod and went to sleep listening to some new songs.  the thing about listening to new songs is, i can never fall asleep.  i always fall asleep on old songs.  i mean, those songs that i repeat listening over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay BlackJacks should have a blog =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is cool to have a clique name can.  all the cliques i was in never had a clique name.  and this one is actually COOL.  hahaha love BlackJacks.  love you three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH i don't wanna run tomorrow but i still have to because of moral questioning.  but nvm.  i can make it, therefore i will make it (thanks laogong).  and i realised that i REALLY HATE that qian1 nian2 lao3 yao1 can.  ugh.  she is just so biased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117447506051762940?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117447506051762940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117447506051762940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117447506051762940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in the OBS souvenir store can...like, how can they be sold out of black and white polos?  that is SO impossible.  i mean, logically, the polos are more popular, and it should be sold out faster, but LOGICALLY logically, the storepeople should bring in more stock right!?  and they get to earn more money.  because the polos sold out of the XS size, jialing and felicia and zhenping and i and alot of other people didn't get to buy.  and it's just so sad.  seriously.  and i would never go for the roundneck tees because they are SO not my style (which technically means they aren't poser), so i just bought a keychain and the orange pencilbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jialing and i ordered, as in, once they have stock, they'll inform me via email OR call OR sms to go down to orchard OR bishan to collect the tees.  but it doesn't mean i will actually buy by then.  haha.  no feel le, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is SOOOOO horrible.  i totally hate SYF although it's like, the first time we're taking part.  or maybe it's just because of what i do.  i mean, the reason why there are wu2 mei3 groups and stuff is because the actors don't do a one-man show.  so the actor, technically, should not be taking part in the costumes OR props OR sounds OR lights but maybe they should do their own makeup.  i don't know.  not as if i'm doing all these, since i'm only the wardrobe mistress and temporary propsmistress stand-in, which is still, ahem, acceptable...but then there are also other people who are totally bugged down by SYF backstage stuff.  don't tell me we have to crew also.  like, blackout, then come out and move props.  NO WAY man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to come up with a list of crew!  then i can put down all the chinese drama people in 307 and let the class be SUPER empty on SYF day and blow the qian1 nian2 lao3 yao1 up.  hahahaha.  happy birthday to 307 then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117413977733709159?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117413977733709159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117413977733709159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117413977733709159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117413977733709159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-117411741616871316</id><published>2007-03-17T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:44:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;因为我爱你&lt;br /&gt;所以我爱你&lt;br /&gt;开始就爱你&lt;br /&gt;现在还爱你&lt;br /&gt;会永远爱你&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又开始了&lt;br /&gt;好久没有这种感觉了&lt;br /&gt;真得很怀念&lt;br /&gt;就这样吧&lt;br /&gt;再疯狂一次吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时的我们&lt;br /&gt;都没有想前因后果&lt;br /&gt;现在的我们&lt;br /&gt;应该会懂得更多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你做到了&lt;br /&gt;轮到我了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117411741616871316?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117411741616871316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117411741616871316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117411741616871316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117411741616871316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-117397059001018477</id><published>2007-03-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:56:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>谁会像我　熬夜为你解忧&lt;br /&gt;谁会像我　爱你不啰唆&lt;br /&gt;担心加班没公车　一定温馨接送&lt;br /&gt;谁会像我　心甘情愿待候&lt;br /&gt;即使手牵手　只是朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该怎么说出口&lt;br /&gt;真的不像我&lt;br /&gt;全乱了左右&lt;br /&gt;我想那就是爱你的魔咒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;也许我能给你的爱就是那么普通&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甘心的作垃圾桶&lt;br /&gt;别人生日会送花　我只能想到闹钟&lt;br /&gt;就怕你睡过头&lt;br /&gt;但我从没有这么坚定过 (不管要多久　我都会守候)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;让我带走你的难过心痛 (让我陪你一起快乐心痛)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;究竟这种微妙不点破的默契&lt;br /&gt;算不算残忍的游戏&lt;br /&gt;能不能让我揭晓谜底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;真的很想爱你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;也许我能给你的爱就是那么普通&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甘心的作垃圾桶&lt;br /&gt;没有绚烂的童话　就怕你挨饿受冻&lt;br /&gt;我是不是昏了头　不如&lt;strong&gt;一起走&lt;/strong&gt;　&lt;strong&gt;一起傻&lt;/strong&gt;　就能懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我给的爱最普通　也最感动&lt;/strong&gt;　只要你能点点头就够&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我没有把这个网址给你，我想你应该也不会在看。&lt;br /&gt;不过说出来感觉真的会比较好 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm not talking about any kors okay.  don't try to be funny.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117397059001018477?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117397059001018477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117397059001018477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117397059001018477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117397059001018477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/03/p.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-117387539635414209</id><published>2007-03-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:29:56.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't feel like typing out the Day 2 stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of suffering from time lag or plane lag or whatever you call that, so i'm not really focusing properly.  but i shall try to fall asleep later.  you know, thinking of some stuff makes me veryveryvery tired, so maybe i'll fall asleep eventually, whether or not i eat the prescribed sleeping pills.  and i'm going to take this time to 'whiten' myself.  my skin is so...*censored* from OBS.  it's not a vulgarity i censored.  it's because i don't know how to describe my skin.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually starting to become kinda cold, so i'll just go wear my windbreaker, go try to remember my lines for SYF, go try to plan all the Costumes and Props, and go try to fall asleep without the sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck and all the best to you too.  and i won't forget your 2nd birthday present (if you are reading this).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117387539635414209?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117387539635414209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117387539635414209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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met Jun Ning, Lay Ting, Serene, Hui Ming, Jaslyn, and Li Ying.  knew Jialing, Zhen Ping, Mabel, Yang Fan, Ying Hui and Andrel.  first some administrative stuff, hand over your wallets, handphones, medication and random stuff like mp3s.  of course, me being me, i didn't submit my handphone or medication.  but i did submit my wallet and house keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Hillary photo-taking.  one formal, one candid.  to me, there's no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after photo-taking, we went to change into our wet attire and wet shoes.  which is my beloved Nike trainers.  which pei2 ban4 me du4 guo4 dunno how many hundreds of camps le.  anyway, that's not important.  what's important is, i touched a double kayak/canoe for the first time and took it out to sea.  we had capsize drill, which is totally lame, because you paddle back to shore to empty the kayak of water.  which you can't do out in the open sea when you're really kayaking.  but nevermind, we had capsize drill, and i didn't swallow any seawater =D  although i hit my head against the combing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent a whole lot of time washing the mess tins and pots and opening cans with jacknives and cooking by the beach and pitching our tents, so it was about 8 by the time we actually got to shower.  i didn't get to pitch tents though.  i was busy opening cans with the lovely jacknife and crushing the cans to compress space in the bins, along with Mabel and Zhen Ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary part was that, Hillary's mess tins and pots were not washed after we came back from a shower and plenty of doodling.  and there were stray DOGS feeding from the tins.  after some commotion, there was a stupid fire drill, then we went back as a whole watch to clear up.  so we cleared everything up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping by the beach is totally scary.  i woke up about 5 times at night other than because my back ached from lying on some stone.  because the waves were DAMN LOUD and i totally felt the waves washing up (which obviously didn't happen at all).  it was just so loud i thought i heard it right outside the tent.  but anyway, the first night was an experience to remember because Zhen Ping sleeptalked.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 to be continued in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117379986693021600?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117379986693021600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117379986693021600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117379986693021600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38891017/posts/default/117379986693021600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>924933</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13223553847991774691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38891017.post-117371060452938043</id><published>2007-03-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:44:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to laugh is to risk appearing the fool.&lt;br /&gt;to weep is to risk appearing sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;to reach out for another is to risk involvement.&lt;br /&gt;to expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.&lt;br /&gt;to place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.&lt;br /&gt;to love is to risk not being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;to live is to risk dying.&lt;br /&gt;to hope is to risk despair.&lt;br /&gt;to try is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;but risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;br /&gt;the person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;he may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38891017-117371060452938043?l=gone-withthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gone-withthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/117371060452938043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38891017&amp;postID=117371060452938043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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