<?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-17176854</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:18:21.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Angelified*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17176854.post-116368787024937225</id><published>2006-11-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:23.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Sorry,Bloggy..=(hv been abandoning u...life's quite busy...as the exam is juz around the corner...this is my last step...b4 continuing my next level of life...hmm..quite scared actually...dunno whether i can do my best...lack confidence...haha...shdnt hv complained here...quite embarassed...hmm..sometimes,i get confused in the middle of study..dunno y...that kind of feeling strikes me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt;..without notice...maybe i m getting older...thinks alot of crappy stuff...haha...somehow,i couldnt find back the spirit i used to hv during f5..perhaps i hv changed...or juz tired to be the bookworm i used to be..haha..anyway,juz feel like wanna scribbles sth here b4 my exam...juz to let u know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!haha...dun get depressed tho i hv another "home".&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I STILL LOVE YA THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!=Pk..till then...cya...muacks...hahahahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-116368787024937225?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/116368787024937225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=116368787024937225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/116368787024937225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/116368787024937225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-bloggy-sorrybloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-115293508073468918</id><published>2006-07-15T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Hi,Bloggy.How r ya?havent seen u for quite a long time..kinda missed ya....=)my life has been busy recently...hmm..mind to tell u how's my life lately in mandarin?hehe....=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  嗯....不知怎么的....我觉得七月份是我过得最充实的月份。首先，我与３名网友见面了...哈哈！有点不可思议....＝P。。蛮有趣的。。尤其与CH见面。。由于没有先准备，所以得硬着头皮到处找人当＂导游＂。想不到平时蛮害羞的我竟然向一位不曾在＂现实＂生活里讲话的人＂借车＂。。蛮扯的吧！哈哈！＝P。。还好皇天不负有心人，否则他得在我的学校呆了一整天。＝P。不过，说真的，他的琴艺蛮精湛，可是自学的哦！佩服！他也算厉害制造话题，我俩似乎有说不完的话题。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ７月８日乃是本州元首的生日，所以当天的补习被cancel咯！咳！快闷死我了！任性的我只是发牢骚两句，结果老爸竟然说要带我到Ipoh找Jen。哈哈！当时的我傻了眼，以为他在跟我开玩笑！不过，闷得快发狂的我那会放弃任何外出的机会呢？＝P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  到达目的地后，我便Jen询问location。当时她与家人正在shopping，本来打算打消念头，不过心里不断挣扎，想见见他们。＝）蛮紧张的....哈哈！身为gs的我绝对不会偏心，准备了一份小礼物给gsil作为见面礼。hehe...不过，我的LB则木头似的，真是气煞我了！算是给他的惊喜，不过他却...晕倒了！事后，他却解释说他是慢＂热＂的人。咳！我从大老远来等他的嚒！说真的，短短的的１０分钟见面的确蛮令人回味无穷....蛮期待下一次的见面。。＝）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  接下来我的生活将更忙碌，不过说真的，我还蛮享受如此的生活。在来临的两个星期，我会参与各类活动如：登山乐,常识比赛,Chemistry Quiz,Penang Bridge Run等活动。我想在最后的高中生涯过的精彩且充实，不要让自己有后悔的机会。也不想像中五那年，毫无一丝值得我留念的回忆，真是凄凉！=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  嗯..我该去K书了。希望能与你分享虽短暂却温馨的moment...=)Tata~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-115293508073468918?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/115293508073468918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=115293508073468918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115293508073468918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115293508073468918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-bloggy-hibloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-115293307363166933</id><published>2006-07-15T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;再一次拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;我想念去年的冬天  下着雪的那一夜&lt;br /&gt;你给的温柔  紧握的双手  温暖整个寒冬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊失去了曾经的拥有  在你离开以后 &lt;br /&gt;带走了笑容  只留下寂寞  忘了幸福是什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＃没有你的夜特别的漆黑  只能闭上双眼去感觉  没有我的夜  谁在你身边  代替了那个从前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT ＊，＃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能再听一次你说爱我  回到还在你怀里的时候&lt;br /&gt;能不能让我  再一次拥有  曾属于我的温柔&lt;br /&gt;能不能让我  再一次拥有  曾属于我的温柔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-115293307363166933?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/115293307363166933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=115293307363166933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115293307363166933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115293307363166933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/07/repeat.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-115217406630289505</id><published>2006-07-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:22.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Hey,Bloggy.Dunno why....my feeling is a bit uncomfortable now...dunno why...dunno how to depict....1 hour n 48 minutes to go....i did nth at home...slacking all the way....n writing craps here...the weather is extremely hot...my head is very ache n hot now...juz like hving fever...or sth else....juz dunno....do i care?do i REALLY care?can u tell me wat's tat feeling?i'm puzzled....i can't concentrate in everything...WHY?WHY?WHY????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-115217406630289505?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/115217406630289505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=115217406630289505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115217406630289505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/115217406630289505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-bloggy-heybloggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114908912485054350</id><published>2006-05-31T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.04.06 23:53 CLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday,gal!Wish all your dreams come true!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.04.06 23:55 HYZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我认为健康和快乐是人生最重要的东西，如果可以转让，我愿意把我的那一份给你，祝你生日快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22.04.06 23:57 Karen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo.Happy Birthday my friend:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 00:55 FCHP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday=)sorry i remembered it late.wonder wat to get you.....(p/s:=.=")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 08:05 THM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hihi.Happy Birthday!Got go anyway 2day to celebrate yr big day?(p/s:though u might be blurred sometimes,thanks alot for ur surprises=) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 12:13 NLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday...little girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 14:27 THM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just now forget 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tell u,SC want Me 2 wish u happy birthday,he dont hv yr hp no.Happy Birthday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 15:31 TCT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;祝你生日快乐，今年一定要加油哦！...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 18:27 NSC(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23.04.06 20:13 ATG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAI,2DAY X VY SPECIAL LA,BUT WHEN U RECEIVE DIS SMS,U THOUGHT SOMETHING ELSE LEH!?OK,U R RITE.HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HOW U'LL LIKE MY GIFT EVEN ONLY WORTH 5 CENTS!G9!(p/s:y muz he always use CAPS?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114908641402007782</id><published>2006-05-31T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize here...to everyone tat hv been putting so much effort in supporting me,praying hard for me,doing everything for me....Honto ni gomenasai...for didnt reach ur expectations..somehow,I wonder how should I face my relatives,family members,frens n even siblings...I couldnt reach their expectation...really sorry...esp my GB(K)...I was even hiding frm them,frm their qs,frm greeting them,frm meeting them face to face...I would rather to be hiding frm them forever than seeing disappointment on their faces...am I stupid?It seems like I'm living to reach others' expectations.....sometimes,I even feel izzit worthy for me to be like tat?is tat the kind of life tat would lead me till the end of my breath?Shd I chart my own path?Or I juz wait patiently for the arrival of God's arrangement?I was confused during the arrival of rejection letter...It wasnt the first time...n yea...I expected I had done better than last year...perhaps it's destined by God?or it was juz another test for me by God?I was rather perplexed...n yet sad...I tried to study hard...to forget everything..but could I?It was indeed a hard period for me esp during term exam...I forced myself to study harder...to replace the regret n disappointment tat I had "granted" to them....staying back at skool library everyday to do revision...didnt switch on my hp...scared tat I would receive msges frm them...I was like "shutting" off my heart tat time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..luckily I got LB(C)'s advices...he's indeed a potential councellor....like a father n a mother to me...hehe....anyway,I'm feeling better nowadays..at least didnt get the scholarship isnt the Armageddon of my world...still hv other routes...I guess God wont "shut" all the roads for me...I strongly believe:"when He shuts one door of urs,He would definitely open another route for u...."=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114908641402007782?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114908641402007782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114908641402007782' title='4 Comments'/><link 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very much...=)have been waiting for the end of my mid-term exam n wanna tell u alot of things tat revolved around me lately...there were bunches of events happened which made me a better &amp; mature person...hmm...where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Travelling back one month ago,I was chosen to sit for a selection test in kl...It was my first time to travel alone(meaning without company of my parents)..hmm..how to depict my feelings for tat moment?It was a mixture of feelings...it was cool,exciting n yet uneasy...I had been pleading for permission to travel down to kl with my ex-classmate..was allowed to travel alone(not actually alone) finally...but I was feeling anxious about the trip...after reading so many news about others especially gals being snatched n even murdered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Luckily nothing bad happened during the whole trip..hmm..we reached there n it was kinda freezing cold as it was raining...but msges frm my amigo really worked..hehe...though one msg worths 5cents only,they warmed my heart better than a cup of Starbucks mocha...=)..my cousin brought us to hv "porridge steamboat"..wat a nice n warm welcoming dinner...haha=)love ya,sis...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We arrived at her fren's home n she was hving nap tat time...kinda paiseh to disturb others..*paiseh-ing*..hmm...anyway,her fren is really cool...I meant when she doesnt smile...haha...I was intimidated at first...hmm..she was going to sit for a test in Bar Council tat time if I was not mistaken...kinda impressed v her diligence...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After taking bath,we went out to "escape" frm somebody...haha...dunno how to explain here...=p...Firstly,we went to shop at Times Square.hmm...it was fun..yea..not to forget tat I had added sth to my collection...It's Panda Go Panda!which I had been searching for so many years...I was excited to find it there...without second thought,I bought it home..got a free Totoro wallet somemore..there are so many cool side products of Hayao Miyazaki's animes...kinda couldnt stand their temptation...but I still remember my fren's reminder:dont spend unnecessarily....=.="...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm..u know wat?my fren n I bought a cup of ice-cream which consisted of 3 unique flavours which costs us rm10 each...the ice-cream was branded Italiano sth...I guess it's frm Italy..haha..my cousin n her fren almost fainted when both of us said tat it was really worthy to eat..haha...my cousin said she never ate such an expensive ice-cream...even when she was small,her mom asked her to choose her fav ice-cream..she also chose the cheapest one..n her mom chose the most expensive one..=.="...haha....anyway,I felt satisfied for hv enjoyed such a smooth n original ice-cream..with mango,tiraimisu,raspeberry flavours....I would like to thanks my parents for giving birth to me so tat I hv the opportunity to taste such a great ice-cream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later,we got the chance to experience the night-life of kl..not really night-life...hehe...we juz went to Chi Cheong Kai....how to describe my very first visit leh?it was more or less like a pasar malam...hmm..or more like a heaven of pirated stuff..watches,cds,handbags,clothes,n etc...most of them r pirated....hmm.another unique characteristic of tat "nite market" is there are many foreigners over there...juz like a little world...hehe...kinda cool..but didnt get anything frm there...not interested in buying branded n yet pirated stuff...hehe..except cds...=p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After tat,we went back to her home...she was really a friendly n yet cool person...hmm..she doesnt know mandarin...so we were like translating wat we were chatting all the time...haha...my cousin was the main translator..she said some of her frens frm other states sound like china gals whenever they tried to converse in cantonese...hehe..luckily we didnt sound like them..=p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm..we woke up very early the next morning..but didnt wake them up yet...after taking breakfast,we then woke them up..my cousin was really sleepy...hehe...only able to wake her up after 20minutes...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm..I sat for the test for half of the day..quite many students..met my senior there..didnt get the chance to meet fellow Recommers..tot they would wear ribbons on their hands...but ended up nobody wore it...=.="..haiz...wat a disappointment...hmm..almost met a Recommer..but due to fate,we didnt meet..but I was able to "spy" on him...:p..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Later,we went shopping again...haha..almost evolved into a shopaholic teenage gal..perhaps can&lt;br /&gt;be the next Sophie Kinsella..hehe..but didnt "gain" much..juz one cd by Gary..n a shirt for my lil bro..nothing else..but kinda enjoyed the window shopping..tho didnt get much for myself..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Had lunch at a sushi restaurant at 4pm..haha..it was "lunch tea"..but the food tasted so-so..the soba was soggy..hmm..was too "full" to eat sushi..later rushed to parking lot to get to bus station in 15minutes..but there was traffic jam during tat time...they were kidding tat if we missed the bus,my cousin would drive us home..=p...but I'm really impressed v her driving techniques...haha...she was "drifting" all the way to bus station..=p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We managed to reach the bus station on time...was kinda reluctant to leave kl..=(...I felt lucky to hv known my cousin n her fren..maybe it sounds weird when I said to know my cousin...frankly speaking,we never chatted so "freely" n "openly" be4...so it was my very first time to know my cousin better...kinda appreciated the opportunity to get to know her well..although it was only one day...=)..n yea...I invited her to visit me at penang someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Be4 boarding the bus,I almost bumped into a bus..=.="..fortunately,there was a stranger(martian) grabbed my hand suddenly...hehe...we were in the same bus...the martian was sitting in front of me....hehe...the end....=p..I was really tired...took a nap...n mced frens frantically..=p...too bored..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After reaching Ipoh,I went back to sleep immediately without hving dinner...was like a log..hehe...but the next morning kena back to penang as my lil bro had his tuition class at 9am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That's all for my kl trip...hehe...feel really lucky to hv met so many cool frens out there...one of my best present for my 18th bday...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114873326227015116?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114873326227015116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;#Life is too short and wasteful for me to mourn over the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                by Angelia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114872617090246724?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114872617090246724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114872617090246724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114872617090246724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#f2f2fb;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114740714899956779?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114740714899956779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114740714899956779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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effect of caffein.....:P.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114725898549135354?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114725898549135354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114725898549135354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114725898549135354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114725898549135354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-bloggy-suddenly-i-love-my-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114577604712028425</id><published>2006-04-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:20.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hi,Bloggy.How r u?I m really touched today....lotsa unpredictable surprises...haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Starting frm yesterday, I was having kinda complicated feeling....how to depict it?hmm...having my 18th bday means I hv to be more responsible for more aspects n hv to endure more difficulties n bear more burden...but at the same time,I also felt excited abt it...thinking wat kind of bday would my frens n family members would grant me...=p....n of course wat kind of presents would I get...=p...hehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Let me start frm yesterday's schedule...woke up at 7am..then K books till 9.30am...caught the Tortoise Bros n put them back into their "nest"...hehe...hmm...quite a long time havent been "feeling" their weights liao...haha...I guess they have gained weight liao..=p...hehe...not bad huh?...it strongly proves tat my family never let them famished or torture them..=p...After tat,I went to wash my clothes liao..didnt want face the "king kong boble" of my mom...=p...washing clothes while listening to MY FM was really cool..=p..hehe...I chose to wear skirt n blouse..hehe...my amigo must be surprised leh...=p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Hmm..I asked WPC to write a testimonial for me..=p...must be bday testi oh...hehe..he immediately wrote me one...wat a nice fren..."enuf" fren(in mandarin)....After tat,I went to tuition liao..hmm..LYS &amp; CSL was screaming when they saw me wearing skirt..=p...then they said"18 liao...grown up liao...etc.....hehe...really hilarious...I did wear ta skirt b4,it was juz tat they didnt come for tuition class nia...=p...During tuition lesson,I was a bit hyperactive,perhaps it was due to air-conditioner...or juz PBS hormone was raging...=p....(p/s:someone knows this abbr well...=p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Finally I could "survive" till 4.15pm.Couldnt wait to back to my "nest",but CSL's car was blocked by a lorry.We were laughing at others when the tutor informed us abt a car had blocked the traffic out there,now reach the turn we faced such problem.Haiz..shouldnt had chortled juz now...luckily,the owner was working in the neighbouring factory..if not,I didnt know wat shd we do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  After arriving at home,the first thing I did was rushing to pc..although my stomach was rumbling,I was lazy to eat..=p..As a result,my mom served me with some food..after crapping v GB,I went to take a siesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  The Superstar programme was on tv when I woke up.Act,I wasnt tat fanatic abt the tv show,but after being "influenced" by my fellow classmates,I started to love tat show.Out of my expectation,the gal who impressed me last time went on tv leh..but she had changed alot indeed,transformed into a pretty gal...Without the companion of tears,she was even more courageous,more  confident.Her dancing steps were quite smooth...v the song "我要７２变",she managed to bring the atmosphere to the highest point...*clap hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Then,I went to tutor.Taught my student to write an essay v more than 1 hour,using the rest of the time to teach her math.LMF msged me suddenly,I did reply his msges.He was the first to wish me happy bday thru sms.hehe.Aunt Donna was the first who used yahoo messenger to wish me happy bday.LSE was the first to wish me happy bday thru hp.haha..the sec one was LB(C) n the third was CZK.But nobody called me after that.*embarassed*=(I tot GB(K) would call me up...n I was thinking tat F would call me up to say hepi bday...but F juz kept mcing me...=.="luckily,LB used S to call me for abt 4 minutes..hehe...CLY,HYZ &amp; Karen didnt forget to sms me..hehe..was really contented n happy...hooray...hehe...was too excited till couldnt sleep..haha..=p....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Hmm..LB(C) introduced a fren to me,her name was J.she was really a nice conversationalist..not bad...not bad...not bad...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Was thinking to online immediately ah!Wanna see wat they had written for me...=)I was busy tidying up my bedroom after offline juz now...should at least get myself a "clean" room for my bday...hehe..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Feeling really sleepy now...*yawn*..should sleep now...tmr hv to tidy up my living room,do hwn revise biology.cya,my Bloggy!=)Take good care &amp;amp; God bless!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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people talk BIG.Big ones listen BIG.#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114502350632305398?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114502350632305398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114502350632305398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114502350632305398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114502350632305398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/04/raising-your-voice-lowers-your-power.html' 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was up to 90%...haha...It was my second time to grab such a great opportunity..hehe...I went there thrice last year...juz to buy books n cds..hehe...Wat did I manage to "gain" this time?2 ORIGINAL cds n more than 10 books..hehe...I bought both the cds v discount up to 70%.I was like excited till speechless..hehe...I got Jason Mraz's cd at last...haha...hmm...I guess though I'm abit shopaholic...yet manage to shop smartly...=p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My amigo also managed to get her fav stuff..hehe...really a great deal...we both got wat we yearned for so long..not to forget the bday present for our beloved headmaster...it was a cd box v a great collection of oldies...hope he loves our gift...=)..it was kinda headache when we were choosing the first n perhaps last gift for our headmaster...he's going to retire tmr...he's really a nice headmaster..though others might not like changes tat he had done to our skool...haha...act,I never really chatted v my headmster b4...juz went to meet him to sign some documents b4...anyway,he's a friendly n yet cool headmaster...salute u...my headmaster....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was a tiring day indeed...but it was exciting as well....hopefully my headmaster will love our perfect gift.....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114475348901910062?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114475348901910062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114475348901910062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114475348901910062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-17176854.post-114371403315089985</id><published>2006-03-30T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.How r u,Bloggy?Sorry for hv been abandoning u lately...My life is still as busy as usual..Just finished reading the latest post of Casper..dunno why...I missed my lil bro rite now...It's his first time to be travelling "independently"..haha..he had never been staying overnite outside before...he's such a stay-at-home person..seldom hanging out v frens...Reading thru the story really made me touched....n recalled the memories tat we both had spent together for years...he's my only sibling...juz one year younger than me...hmmm..though he's younger than me,he looks more "matured" than me...haha...juz the outer appearance..his mindset is still a bit childish somehow...I could remember visibly tat we both were always "forced" by parents,uncles n aunts to snap photos...we both act didnt really love to take photographs tho...coz we were always "forced" to wear "formally" such as gowns n tuxedos...haha..it was kinda itchy everytime I wore the gowns....tat's I hv never been wearing skirts or gowns except skool uniform since then...there is one thing tat I muz tell u....haha...my lil bro is really cute n handsome...he looked like an Eurasian when he was small...but he's still good-looking n tall now...hehe...frankly speaking,I m proud to hv such a handsome bro...hehe..I can even imagine tat he would become a top model someday...I m pretty confident v him...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than hving nice outer appearance,he has other good characteristics as well...hmm...he's actually quite smart..talented in artistic n technical stuff...he's a caring person as well...how to say?my grandma told me tat he always leaves more "lauk-pauk" to me when he has his meal first...haha...kinda touched by him...hmm...he loves to cook as well...he often helps me to make pizzas or bake cheesecake...hehe...quite hard to find such a good helper nowadays...:p....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still could remember visibly tat I taught him for months when he was hving his pmr exam...I was hving spm exam tat time...hmm...luckily he managed to pass the exam v flying colours,or else I would be mad v him..hehe...but since he studied in f4, I hardly teach him anymore...I tried to make him to be more "independent"...feel kinda regretful sometimes....dunno whether my action is rite or not...I juz pray hard tat he could get nice result in spm or get into matriks if possible...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda "stingy" somehow...how to say leh?he seldom spends his money...he keeps most of his pocket money...never bought a present to me tho I hv bought lotsa xmas gifts for him...=.="...but I guess God is fair lah...coz it would be more balanced to hv a "extravagant" daug n a "mean" son in a family..haha...jklah...I m not really a spendthrift lah...I juz love to spend money on books n music...hehe...tat's y it makes me "looked" a "spendthrift" most of the time...he hardly spends much money on books coz I bought all the ref books most of the time..he juz "inherited" my books....so,I m "innocent"lah...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I guess I hv to stop here...will continue my sharing of stories of my lil bro in "detailed" next time...hehe...bye...cya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114371403315089985?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114371403315089985/comments/default' 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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-17176854.post-114309361351003151</id><published>2006-03-23T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:19.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,Bloggy.How r u?I feel very happy today though I'm still sick coz my house----&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has won the first place among 5 houses.Bravo for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!=)Today was the last chance for me to participate in Sukan Tara in my high school.I had strived hardly to get scores for my house.Even though I was feeling unwell during the Sukan Tara,I still tried my best to play my role well as a member of Green House.=).Albeit I got hurt in the high jump,I guess I won't feel regret for the rest of my life.=)hmm...It was my first time to be so "closed" to the earth of my school..haha..Due to the heavy rain last nite,the field was rather muddy.As I didnt want to slip off during the race,I decided to be barefooted for the whole race.haha...felt rather excited as I never tried this before..I could feel the cold soil running through my toes... it was quite dirty n unhygienic,but I felt as happy as Larry for wat I had done.I also felt touched for wat my house members had done for our house.We cheered n clapped happily for those who managed to score.We shouted "Gambatez" for our members when they were running swiftly...I shall remember this day for the rest of my life..Wat a memorable day in JSHS for me!You might be feeling weird tat why I didnt enjoy my Sukan Tara for the past few years..haha...Frankly speaking,I was such a bookworm till I was totally indifferent in those sport events.=p..haha..Form Six seems to be a significant stage for the rebirth of the whole new me...*wink*.hmm..tell u one thing...I m the representative of my house in the 800m race during the annual Sport's Day.hmm..just hope tat I wont disappoint my house members in next month Sport's Day.I guess I hv to stop here..hv to duty for library today..bye..cya...Have a nice day!=);)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114309361351003151?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114309361351003151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114309361351003151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114309361351003151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114309361351003151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-bloggy-hibloggy_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114300721426911417</id><published>2006-03-22T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,Bloggy.How r u?I was getting better till last nite.I had been suffering from excruciating pain for the whole nite...=(I started to feel uncomfortable since 11pm.Then I asked my mom to rub my stomach v certain herbal medicine but her effort seemed to be in vain.It didnt help to ease my pain..=(I tried to sleep by shutting off the fan n wrapping myself in jacket n blanket..I managed to sleep for abt 1 hour,n then couldnt sleep anymore...It was really painful,I kept tossing n turning abt in bed all nite..Sometimes,I couldnt bear the pain n woke up to "wander" around my house.haha..if somebody woke up at the middle of the nite,he or she might be scared off after seeing me walking around the house..:p..I glanced at the clock,it was 2am...I was praying hard tat God will help me to ease the pain...n hoping tat the nite would get over soon...haiz...my grandma was awaken by me..I was sleeping on the floor tat time.She then went to get pickled raddish for me..it was brownish black in colour..looked disgusting for me...I was too painful tat time,so I ate it without second thought.It was salty,so I gulped in a cup of water after eating it..hmm..then my grandma helped me to rub my stomach again.I slept on couch which made me feel more cosy if compared to mattress..Luckily,I managed to sleep soundly after 3am.Didnt attend skool today..Went to see another doctor today..He told me tat I got gastritis..which "evolved" frm gastro-enteritis..It is the inflammation of the stomach...I guess I shd be grateful as it is one organ less affected by the disease since gastro-enteritis involves both the stomach n intestines....anyway,I hv to stop here...hv to attend tuition later..hopefully I will be getting better soon..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114300721426911417?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114300721426911417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;This is the disease tat I hv been suffering for 2 days...I've got the chance to learn a new scienctific term...isnt it cool?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114284260719135786?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gastroenteritis' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114284260719135786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114284260719135786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114284260719135786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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times...:(....sob...sob...sob...dunno y...hv taken supplementary food juz now...but still I'm not feeling well...I have been not eating any meat, seafood,curry,roasted,baked food n even eggs for two days due to doctor's advice. I have been eating veges n fruits n drinking mixed vege n fruit juice for two days...feel like a "vegetarian"...n even feel disgusted whenever I see veges now...ergh....n wat I get now is diarrhoea n stomach-ache...I dont hv appetite to eat fish porridge...I feel like wanna puke when I smell the fishy porridge...ergh......trying to distract my attention frm the thought of wanna vomit...:(....sob..sob...God,please forgive my sins n please help me to cure my sickness....pls...pls...pls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114276775339720815?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114276775339720815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114276775339720815' title='0 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there?Hmm...I went to state library today to revise chemistry....everything was doing ok except one incident.I "lost" my chemistry note after going for a call of nature..I was scared tat time coz my chemistry notes r so invaluable to me...I kept searching the spot..actually,I put my notes on the stair before going to toilet...but it's weird for it to get disappeared..=.=it doesnt hv legs afterall...=.=and who's on earth so "ennui" to steal my chemistry notes?=.="I informed the librarian abt the incident..she told me tat sometimes others' bags got stolen as well...I was thinking tat my notes dont worth tat much to others gua...unless tat person didnt bring tissue papers n used my notes to wipe his or her ***.I kept looking for it in every corner of the library,even in the dustbins...maybe I could "trace" the thief b4 he or she got escaped...=.="..but my effort was in vain...after all,nobody was interested in stealing my notes...=.="..then I thought tat maybe my frens were around n was "kidding" v me by hidding my notes...=.="but didnt see any frens around...I couldnt continue without my notes...:(...I prayed hard to God...suddenly my eyes glanced at photostate table...I went to search for my notes.haha...thanks God...I had finally found back my notes...haha....almost wanted to "kiss" them...hehe...but didnt do it at last coz I was in the library...didnt want to get embarassed...phew...then I continued to revise chemistry...it made me feel how important chemistry notes to me..:p..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114259542271124289?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114259542271124289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Is Happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is happiness?i m searching for the answer......somebody pls tell me.....thanks.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114256060427096150?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114256060427096150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114256060427096150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114256060427096150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114256060427096150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-happinesswhat-is-happinessi-m_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114235172660771277</id><published>2006-03-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    It had been a great day for me....Woke up at 8am,preparing for outing v fren n her children... Sitting inside her new Vios,listening to fav songs n reading self-enrichment book were really great ways to start a brand new day...Was amazed by the gathering of kingfishers in the middle of the sea...I guess tat signified a sunny n bright day...:)&lt;br /&gt;    Our first destination is War Museum in Batu Maung.The entrance fee is kinda expensive but worthwhile.RM15 for per adult n RM7.50 per child.hmmm...we went to an exhibition room firstly.her children dared not stepping inside as they were too overwhelmed by fright...so i went inside v her only,leaving them waiting outside..the was a secret tunnel inside,i went inside v a bunch of school gals(i guess they were hving historical excursion there.)..i guided them inside the tunnel as i brought my torchlight.it was exciting n fun as we didnt know wat was ahead of us..heard tat there might be bats "landing" on ur heads if u r "lucky"..haha...but it was a totally safe journey..none of us got hurt or "stepped" by bats...:)..we continued our visit after getting out of the tunnel..there were photos,boots n other stuff being exhibited there..act,there was another smaller tunnel tat i didnt venture inside as i wore skirt today...haha..scareless me rite(heard tat there might be centipedes,wildcats,snakes,spiders n other small creatures appeared uninvitedly...haha..)...i heard the gals said that they shd wear skirt instead of wearing jeans as the weather was kinda hot...we were sweating profusely after venturing into the secret tunnel...&lt;br /&gt;    After finished browsing thru tat spot,we continued our journey.We climbed up a stair...finding out another huge part of the routes..we saw a cannon spot without cannons.....=.=....was kinda weird..maybe they were being removed to Fort Wellesly...=.=...there was spot where the British spied on and shot their enemies which came to Penang thru water pathway...we kept on walking til reached the place which was designed like a battle field...we were trying to venture into tat place but were scared away by a black dog..after tat,we realized tat it was act a spot for paintball...=.="...we saw lotsa bullet traces all over the walls...our attention was captured by torture room.we saw a few photos where the victims of Jap were being tortured inhumanely. :(...we were startled as we could see the penentrations on their bodies...the tools which were used to torture them also being exhibited there..although they were already rusty,their cruelty to human beings couldnt be forgotten for the rest of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;    There was a room which was quite eerie...it was served as a place where criminals were sentenced to death by hanging...we were pretty frightened by the design inside tat particular room...as there was really sth "white thing ""hung"up inside the room...kinda spooky..even when I am writing abt it rite now...Another thing tat got me hooked on was the rooms which were used as kitchens,dispensary and medical rooms.there was a artificial nurse inside which shocked us...haha...we supposed tat place shd be "uninhabited"...:p...the children were scared to stiff by a fake human who was "fastened" n burnt....it was another merciless punishment conducted by Jap...haiz...we ended up the trip by buying some souvenirs frm the shop...I boughta few bookmarks n postcards...It was indeed a great historical trip...we were like travelling into the past thru time machine....kinda cognitive for us...&lt;br /&gt;    Next,we visited Batu Maung Aquarium.It was my first time to visit pg's aquarium..haha..kinda embarassed...:p...but it was really cool n exciting...we saw alot of fishes..including Nemo the Clownfish and starfish...hehe.my fav fishes ..ever thought of keeping both as my pets...:p...but couldnt find any so far...:(....the fishes were colourful n mysterious...there was a type of fish which has teeth which resembles baby's teeth inside its mouth...was amazed...haha...it was like trying to "chat" v us when we got closed to it...hehe...really unique...sea urchins were another attraction to us...they were black in colour v one "fake" eye n some blue spots on their bodies.....not sure wat were them...it was kinda pitiful to see most of the anemones ad died inside the aquarium...haiz...too bad...turtles were really cuteeeeeeee...hehe...we "belanja" them makan...they were scrambling for limited food...hehe..n one thing tat surprised us was we found out the reason y tortoises won in the race between rabbit n tortoise...coz for the first time I saw one of the turtles "sped" over "normal" limit today...haha...it "ran" rounding the container with high speed n splashed out water on us...haha...it was amazing...after tat,we ended up our trip to aquarium as our stomaches went out on "strikes"...haha..&lt;br /&gt;    We went to Gurney Plaza to "cure" our stomaches...:p...we were keeping in shilly-shally on deciding which restaurant to hv our lunch..finally we decided to hv our meal in Ipoh Street cafe..haiz..it was a disappointing meal as the food tat we ate werent the same in the huge photos they were hanging in their cafe...haiz....too bad...we juz roughly had our lunch n continued our next important destination..haha...&lt;br /&gt;    We went to Popular bookstore n were hanging out there for almost 3 hrs...haha...I bought a cd which entitled You're Beautiful...it was act a great deal as I got 2 cds v 1 price...hehe...i m currently listening to the album while updating my blog...hehe...nice songs...hmm..besides tat,I also bought a book on travelling...hehe...I m planning to backpack travel someday...so I hv to be more well-prepared now...hehe...act,I also wanted to buy books which entitled Can You Keep A Secret? frm the Shopaholics series...but my budget didnt allow me to do so...haiz...the popular fair downstairs didnt reach my expectation though...so didnt buy any books there...haiz...but overall,I was satisfied by my gain...hehe...:p&lt;br /&gt;    We went back to bm afterwards...I fell asleep in the car..it was indeed a tiring n yet exciting day for me...totally different frm the days of hving tuitions n classes...feeling my mind was freed frm stress n problem...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;    After reaching bm,we had our dinner at the "alfresco area" which was a stone throw frm my house...the food there was really delicious...x100 much better than the one we had this afternoon..n definitely much cheaper....we had satay,"ikan panggang",laksa,mihun goreng,yam cake,"chai kuey",hokkien mee,kuey kak,.....haha...(Warning:dont drool in front of ur pc when u read this part....I wont be responsible for tat...:p)&lt;br /&gt;    After reaching home,I juz took a bath n started writing my blog...haha...finally finished updating liao...post ur comments freely...*wink*..ur comments will be welcomed gladly...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114235172660771277?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17176854.post-114215219818702711</id><published>2006-03-12T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:18.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;情书 Leobeu Leteo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;＂别走，留下来，当我的朋友，请你留下来，不要离开我！＂&lt;br /&gt;＂我答应你，以后我会当你的爸爸，妈妈，我会当你的朋友，一直陪着你，直到死亡把我们分开！＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;＂Don't go,please stay here,be my friend,please stay here,don't leave me!""I promise you,I'll be your dad,your mom,I'll be your friend,accompany you always,till death separate us apart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;＂我可以再要求一件事吗？当个好神父...... 为了我..... 还有我们到了另一个世界时，记得来找我"&lt;br /&gt;＂会的，我会去找你的。就算你成为了最微小的尘埃...... 我会再找到你的。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;＂Can I ask for something?Be a good pastor...for me......when we reach another world,don't forget to find me."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll...I'll go to find you.Even though you transform into the tiniest dust....I'll also find you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"我现在很幸福 ...... 让我幸福的理由中，你总是占第一个。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I feel very blissful now......the factors which make me feel blissful, you are always the first one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"我要告解，我伤了她的心，我说过我不会让她失望，我说过我愿意做她的朋友...... 但是我伤了她的心。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I want to confess,I have hurt her heart,I promised I would never disappoint her,I said I would be willing to befriend with her......but I have hurt her heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"那你现在答应我，即使成为神父，也永远会陪伴着我，答应我，你不会从你的心里推开我，你会继续听我告解，然后无条件的原谅我，你会永远为我祈祷；还有，如果我结婚了，结婚弥撒也由你来做，答应我，还有我小孩的洗礼仪式也由你来担任。""然后还有...... 如果我死了，那我的终传圣事也会由你担任，就这样一生都会陪伴在我的身边，不会放开我的手...... 答应我，安德烈。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Then you promise to me now,even though u become a pastor,you will still accompany me forever,promise me,you won't refuse me from your heart,you will continue listening to my confession,then forgive me unconditionally,you will pray for me forever;if I get married,the marriage Misa should be done by you,promise me,my children' baptism will be conducted by you.""After that,my death ceremony should be carried out by you,accompanying me for the whole live,never let my hand off.......promise me,Andrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"以爱情为名，犯下罪恶也没关系吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;以爱情为名，任何事都可以被原谅吗？"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Is it ok to commit crimes for the sake of of love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is everything gonna be forgiven for the sake of love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114215219818702711?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114215219818702711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114215219818702711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114215219818702711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114215219818702711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/03/leobeu-leteo-dont-goplease-stay-herebe.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114192000839904441</id><published>2006-03-09T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;爱之句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;惜缘的流星对大家说：爱＋爱＝非常的爱，爱－爱＝爱的起点，爱x爱＝无限的爱，爱／爱＝唯一的爱。但愿你我日后都幸福快乐........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;孤单是一种冷，让我想起我们，回忆这东西，来的时候总是那么狠，很想念一个人，隐约记得你的体温，我扪心自问，还能不能爱上别人.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;爱情可以超越时空，穿过永恒，以只存在恋人鼻息间秘密的香味，传递着永远相爱的讯息..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114192000839904441?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114192000839904441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114192000839904441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114192000839904441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114192000839904441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/03/x_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114191675977744023</id><published>2006-03-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:18.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;７号幸福入口&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;站在这里已经好久。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;只为了一句话。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;＂这是一个通往幸福的入口。＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;我有点不太相信，所以，握着月票的我犹豫着。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;到底该不该走进去呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;身边好多人都在看，却没人有胆量奉步走进这＂幸福的入口＂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;时间就这样流逝，包括了你的青春和我的欢笑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;突然，地铁服务人员走过来说：＂这是最后一班列车咯！＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;我望着他，突然下了决定。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;带着微笑，我穿越了通往幸福的第７号入口。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;回过头，就看见穿越同样入口的你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;于是，我知道，幸福已经在炎炎的三月天萌芽了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The 7th Entrance of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Had been standing here for quite long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just for some words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"This is the entrance to reach bliss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was sceptical about it,so, hesitantly, I grabbed the ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To enter or not to enter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was a crowd of people besides me kept looking at,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but nobody ventured into the entrance of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Time slipped by,including your youth and my laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Suddenly,the officer came to inform:"This is the last trip of  train!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I looked at him,made a decision abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Covered with smile,I travelled into the 7th entrance of bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Turning back,I saw you walking into the same entrance with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Therefore,I realized that, the seeds of felicity had germinated in the scalding hot March....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-114137789014592167</id><published>2006-03-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;   Feeling frustrated now...the chemistry test will be held on mon n yet i dont hv the slightest idea on how to memorize those reactions(esp haloalkane),plus the scalding hot weather really make me  feel irritated....it's really headache now...feel like wanna sing my heart out n have a soothing cry b4 continuing with my organic chemistry...ergh.......not much frens online now...haiz...couldnt find a close fren to confide my frustration...ergh..Dearest God,pls send somebody to help me detoxify my "mood" b4 i get bursted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-114137789014592167?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/114137789014592167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=114137789014592167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114137789014592167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/114137789014592167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-bloggy-feeling-frustrated-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113431198850607091</id><published>2005-12-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sweetest Encounter With Il Divo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guess why did I post Passera lastly?Hehe..There is an anecdote behind this tuneful and romantic song.Guess what?I had the sweetest encounter with four tres good looking guys in my dream..haha:P.OK.Let me tell you the story in detailed.It happened one night when I had a tight sleep(you're really crappy..of course it happened during night..or else u must had been daydreaming...=.=)They "intruded" into my dream valley without any omen..(=.=")They seemed to be having a charitable performance in my hometown..Hmm..but don't know why...I got the golden opportunity to walk with four of them...which was a fantastic experience for me..:P..We had a little chit-chat,but I forgot about the topics that we had talked.Suddenly,one of them asked me which one of their songs is my favourite.Without second thought,I blurted out Passera which brought to the next interesting incident.One of the members blushed furiously.Haha..His other friends told me that it is his favourite song too...Frankly speaking,he was drop dead gorgeous when he blushed.This was the most memorable event in the whole dream..Haha...Anyway, I felt exhilarated for the ephemeral and yet heart-warming encounter with them..*wink*..I would like to get this chance to deliver my deepest gratitude to my frens, Karen and Yik Wen who had recommended such a fabulous band group to me as I really lurve and fanatics about them and their songs, of course.Thanks to my dad who always play their songs whenever he switches on the pc...which might indirectly helped me to get such a fantastic dream ....or else I would never had such an amazing experience..:P..hehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113431198850607091?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113431198850607091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113431198850607091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113431198850607091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113431198850607091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-sweetest-encounter-with-il-divo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113431026550182875</id><published>2005-12-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113431026550182875?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113431026550182875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113431026550182875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113431026550182875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113431026550182875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/robert-frost-18741963.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113430981382572751</id><published>2005-12-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Lord-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm proud to say, so far today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got along all right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have not gossiped, whined or bragged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or had a single fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't lost my temper once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or criticized my mate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have not lied, I have not cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or loudly cursed my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far today I've not one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been grumpy or morose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've not been spiteful, cold or vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Self-centered or verbose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But Lord, I'm going to need your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Throughout the hours ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So give me strength, Dear Lord, for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             &lt;em&gt;  John T. Baker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113430981382572751?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113430981382572751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113430981382572751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113430981382572751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113430981382572751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/daily-prayer-dear-lord-im-proud-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113422742919933635</id><published>2005-12-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/Il%20Divo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/320/Il%20Divo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Il Divo Passerá Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le canzoni non si scrivono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma nascono da sé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;son le cose che succedono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ogni giorno intorno a noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le canzoni basta coglierle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ce n'e' una anche per te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che fai più fatica a vivere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e non sorridi mai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le canzoni sono zingare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e rubano poesie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sono inganni come pillole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;della felicità&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le canzoni non guariscono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amori e malattie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma quel piccolo dolore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che l'esistere ci da'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà, passerà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se un ragazzo e una chitarra sono li&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come te, in città&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a guardare questa vita che non va&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che ci ammazza d'illusioni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e con l'età delle canzoni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà su di noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finiremo tutti in banca prima o poi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coi perché, i chissà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e le angosce di una ricca povertà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a parlare degli amori che non hai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a cantare una canzone che non sai come fa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perché l'hai perduta dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ti ricordi solamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in un mondo di automobili&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e di gran velocità&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;per chi arriva sempre ultimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;per chi si dice addio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;per chi sbatte negli ostacoli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;della diversità&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le canzoni sono lucciole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che cantano nel buio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà prima o poi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;questo piccolo dolore che c'e' in te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che c'e' in me, che c'e' in noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ci fa sentire come marinai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in balia del vento e della nostalgia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a cantare una canzone che non sai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come fa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma quel piccolo dolore che sia odio, o che sia amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà, passerà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anche se farai soltanto la la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà, passerà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a qualcosa una canzone servirà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se il tuo piccolo dolore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;che sia odio o che sia amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passerà. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113422742919933635?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113422742919933635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113422742919933635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422742919933635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422742919933635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-passer-lyrics-passera-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113422510432515158</id><published>2005-12-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/Il%20Divo%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/320/Il%20Divo%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/Il%20Divo%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/Il%20Divo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Il Divo The Man You Love Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Man You Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si me ves hallarás en mis ojos el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eres tú la mitad que a mi vida completó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo que soy te daré sin miedo a algun error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creo en ti y dejaré en tus manos mi ilusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero estar dentro de tu corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poder lograr que me ames como yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only wanna be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to give you everything I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every day and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as long as you're my girl it's more than enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just to be the man you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero ser el lugar donde puedas refugiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el temor y calmar en mis brazos tu ansiedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde hoy voy a ser todo para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hasta ayer te soñé y ahora estás aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero oir tus secretos, lo que sueñes descubrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiero amarte así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only wanna be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to give you everything I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every day and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as long as you're my girl it's more than enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just to be the man you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only wanna be the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to give you everything I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every day and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you for all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as long as you're my girl it's more than enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just to be the man you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to be the man you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113422510432515158?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113422510432515158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113422510432515158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422510432515158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422510432515158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-man-you-love-lyrics-man-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113422426012283419</id><published>2005-12-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Il Divo Ti Amerò Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti Amero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La notte scivola sul mondo&lt;br /&gt;Che si addormenterà&lt;br /&gt;E la luna vestirà d'argento&lt;br /&gt;Il mare e le città&lt;br /&gt;E tu mi mancherai&lt;br /&gt;Più ancora&lt;br /&gt;Quanto non lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Continuerò a credere che&lt;br /&gt;Siamo un'anima, io e te&lt;br /&gt;E ti amerò comunque, lo so&lt;br /&gt;Anche se non sei con me&lt;br /&gt;Io ti amerò&lt;br /&gt;Ti porterò con me nel sole&lt;br /&gt;Nei sogni che farò&lt;br /&gt;Ruberò i colori del mattino&lt;br /&gt;E un cielo limpido&lt;br /&gt;Su cui dipingerò il tuo viso&lt;br /&gt;E sorriderò&lt;br /&gt;Continuerò a credere che&lt;br /&gt;Siamo un'anima, io e te&lt;br /&gt;E ti amerò comunque, lo so&lt;br /&gt;Anche se non sei con me&lt;br /&gt;Mi manchi più che mai stasera&lt;br /&gt;Quanto non lo sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113422426012283419?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113422426012283419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113422426012283419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422426012283419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422426012283419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-ti-amer-lyrics-ti-amero-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113422376530136341</id><published>2005-12-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il Divo Dentro un Altro Si Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro un Altro Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cambia forma e poi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Piano se ne va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cosi rimaniamo qai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indifesi noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Persi e fragli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noi che eravamo cosi simili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senza paure senza limiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sai l’amore cambia in noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ma io lo ritroverò l’amore che non ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per le vie del mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Io ti ritroverò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prima o poi cosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro un altro siIo avrò la forza per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trovare l’energiaNella vita mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rinascerò da questi brividi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In territori vasti e liberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ed io ritoverò l’amore che non ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per le vie del mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Io ti o poi così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro un altro si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Io lo ritroverò l’amore che non ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Io ti ritroverò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prima o poi così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prima o poi dentro un altro si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113422376530136341?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113422376530136341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113422376530136341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422376530136341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422376530136341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-dentro-un-altro-si-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113422217284799267</id><published>2005-12-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/Il%20Divo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/320/Il%20Divo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Il Divo Nella Fantasia Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella Fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li tutti vivano in pace e in onestà.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come le nuvole che volano,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li anche la notte è meno oscura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come le nuvole che volano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pien´de´umanita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Che soffia sulle città, come amico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come le nuvole che volano,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113422217284799267?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113422217284799267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113422217284799267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422217284799267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113422217284799267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-nella-fantasia-lyrics-nella.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113421960540092996</id><published>2005-12-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Il Divo Unbreak My Heart (Regresa A Mi) Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REGRESA A MI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me abandones asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hablando solo de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ven y devuelveme al fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la sonrisa que se fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una vez mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tocar tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e hondo suspirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recuperemos lo que se ha perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiereme otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Borra el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que al irte me dio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando te separaste de mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dime que si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo no quiero llorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extraño el amor que se fue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extraño la dicha tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero que vengas a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y me vuelvas a querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No puedo mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;si tu no estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tienes que llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi vida se apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sin ti a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiereme otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Borra el dolor que al irte me dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando te separaste de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dime que si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo no quiero llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me abandones asi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hablando solo de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devuelveme la pasion de tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiereme otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Borra el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que al irte me dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando te separaste de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dime que si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo no quiero llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Borra el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que al irte me dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando te separaste de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dime que si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dime que si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regresa a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113421960540092996?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113421960540092996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113421960540092996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113421960540092996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113421960540092996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/il-divo-unbreak-my-heart-regresa-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113402871646386677</id><published>2005-12-08T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Are from Mars Women Are from Venus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Imagine that men are from Mars and women are from Venus.One day long ago the Martians,looking through their telescopes,discovered the Venusians.Just glimpsing the Venusians awakened feelings they had never known.They fell in love and quickly invented space travel and flew to Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venusians welcomed the Martians with open arms.They had intuitively known that this day would come.Their hearts opened wide to a love they had never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love between the Venusians and Martians was magical.They delighted in being together,doing things together,and sharing together.Though from different worlds,they reveled in their differences.They spent months learning about each other,exploring and appreciating their different needs,preferences,and behaviour patterns.For years they lived together in love and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to fly to Earth.In the beginning everything was wonderful and beautiful.But the effects of Earth's atmosphere took hold,and one morning everyone woke up with a peculiar kind of amnesia-selective amnesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the Martians and Venusians forgot that they were from different planets and were supposed to be differents.In one morning everything that they had learned about their differences was erased from their memory.And since that day men and women have been in conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113402871646386677?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113402871646386677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113402871646386677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113402871646386677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113402871646386677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/12/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113264524151130563</id><published>2005-11-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jay Chou's November's Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;夜曲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;一群嗜血的蚂蚁 被腐肉所吸引我面无表情 看孤独的风景&lt;br /&gt;失去你 爱恨开始分明 失去你还有什麼事好关心&lt;br /&gt;当鸽子不再象徵和平 我终于被提醒广场上喂食的是秃鹰&lt;br /&gt;我用漂亮的押韵 形容被掠夺一空的爱情&lt;br /&gt;啊 乌云开始遮蔽 夜色不干净公园里 葬礼的回音 在漫天飞行 送你的 白色玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;在纯黑的环境凋零 乌鸦在树枝上诡异的很安静&lt;br /&gt;静静听 我黑色的大衣 想温暖你日渐冰冷的回忆 走过的 走过的 生命&lt;br /&gt;啊 四周弥漫雾气 我在空旷的墓地老去后还爱你&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏萧邦的夜曲 纪念我死去的爱情跟夜风一样的声音 心碎的很好听&lt;br /&gt;手在键盘敲很轻 我给的思念很小心你埋葬的地方叫幽冥&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏萧邦的夜曲 纪念我死去的爱情而我为你隐姓埋名 在月光下弹琴&lt;br /&gt;对你心跳的感应 还是如此温热亲近怀念你那鲜红的唇印&lt;br /&gt;那些断翅的蜻蜓 散落在这森林而我的眼睛 没有丝毫同情&lt;br /&gt;失去你 泪水混浊不清 失去你我连笑容都有阴影&lt;br /&gt;风在长满青苔的屋顶 嘲笑我的伤心像一口没有水的枯井&lt;br /&gt;我用凄美的字型 描绘后悔莫及的那爱情&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏萧邦的夜曲 纪念我死去的爱情跟夜风一样的声音 心碎的很好听&lt;br /&gt;手在键盘敲很轻 我给的思念很小心你埋葬的地方叫幽冥&lt;br /&gt;为你 弹奏萧邦的夜曲 纪念我死去的爱情而我为你隐姓埋名&lt;br /&gt;在月光下弹琴 对你心跳的感应还是如此温热亲近 怀念你那鲜红的唇印&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song the most among all the latest songs from Jay Chou...pretty romantic and yet melancholic....sob...sob...sob...this song is specially written to immortalize his deepest love to his beloved who had passed away which literally gives us a hint about his irretrievable love with his ex-gf(whoever knows Jay Chou must be pretty well-informed about his ex..:P)But anyway,I love that song tremendously.....hope u all will love it as well...*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113264524151130563?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113264524151130563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113264524151130563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113264524151130563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113264524151130563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/11/jay-chous-novembers-chopin-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113257219924255988</id><published>2005-11-21T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/photo_shoot_use.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/320/photo_shoot_use.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN CABRERA LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shine On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've given every moment I had&lt;br /&gt;Still I can never seem to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;You're done with one mile, and on to another one thousand&lt;br /&gt;Still I could never seem to keep up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I know you'll be better off without me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You know you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to shine on&lt;br /&gt;and you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;even if we can or can't be friends I'll be with you till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's keeping me awake everynight&lt;br /&gt;But I can never seem to give up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I know you'll be better off without me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You know you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to shine on&lt;br /&gt;and you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;even if we can or can't be friends I'll be with you till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nobody's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's right&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to shine on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;br /&gt;You were made to shine on&lt;br /&gt;and you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;even if we can or can't be friends&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be better than you've ever been so&lt;br /&gt;Shine on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You're gonna be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be alright love&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be alright love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This song is perfectly matched when a guy falls prey to his ideal girl..blah..blah..blah.. no doubt it's pretty nice...blah..blah..blah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113257219924255988?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113257219924255988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113257219924255988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113257219924255988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113257219924255988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/11/ryan-cabrera-lyrics-shine-on-ive-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113257127237749793</id><published>2005-11-21T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/side_ryan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/320/side_ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN CABRERA LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;That you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You might think I don't look&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You don't know what you do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know you met me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know when I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;The way that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another great song from Ryan..pretty touching and tuneful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113257127237749793?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113257127237749793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-17176854.post-113257022285505585</id><published>2005-11-21T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/1600/ryan_secondary.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6144/1649/400/ryan_secondary.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN CABRERA LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On The Way Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick and Tired of this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no more air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trippin' over myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suffocating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No direction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I took a dive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on the way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you saved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost fell right through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wondering why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you always been inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wake up and yeah, I'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause on the way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw youAnd you saved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost fell right through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of going under&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weight of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like nothing, no, nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget the way you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you saved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way downI almost fell right through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I held onto you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I love his voice tremendously....soothing and yet macho enough:P....not to mention he's good-looking as well*wink*...haha..hope u'll love it,Bloggy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113257022285505585?l=angelicia423.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-17176854.post-113073506508367636</id><published>2005-10-31T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Need A Laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;50 Best Ever Jokes(Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1."Typhoid!Tetanus!Measles!"the doctor shouted.Puzzled,a new nurse asked the sister,"Why is he yelling like that?"&lt;br /&gt;The sister explained,"He likes to call the shots around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Separated from his travel group in the Sahara Desert,a tourist begged a passing nomad for water."Sorry,"said the tribesman."I have no water,but I do have a selection of lovely ties for sale."&lt;br /&gt;"You must be crazy,"the tourist replied.Close to death from thirst,he saw another nomad."Water!"he gasped."Give me some water."&lt;br /&gt;"I have no water,"came the reply,"only these handsome ties that I'd be glad to sell you."&lt;br /&gt;The tourist stumbled on until,to his astonishment,he saw a magnificient hotel far in the distance.Crawling at last into the lobby,he croaked,"Please give me water."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry,sir,"the doorman said."We don't let anyone in without a tie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Judge to accused:"Have you anything to offer before I pass sentence on you?"&lt;br /&gt;Accused:"No,Your Honour.My lawyer took my last dollar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.With the storm raging,the captain realised his ship was sinking fast.He called out,"Does anyone here know how to pray?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;One man stepped forward."Yes,Captain,I pray a lot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Good,"said the captain."You pray while the rest of us put on life jackets.We're one short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5.Two cockcroaches were munching on rubbish."I was in that new restaurant across the street,"said one."It's so clean!"The kitchen is spotless and the floors gleam.It's the most sanitary place I've ever seen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Please,"frowned the other cockroach."Not while I'm eating!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.Late one night,after an evening of heavy drinking,Smitty took a short cut through a cemetery and fell into a newly dug grave.He couldn't get out,so he lay at the bottom and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Early next morning,the grave-digger heard moans and groans.He investigated,saw the shivering figure in the grave and demanded,"What's wrong with you,making all that noise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I'm so cold,"Smitty shivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Well it's no wonder,"said the gravedigger."You've kicked all the dirt off yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7.Pierre and Francois were having lunch together.Pierre was very sad and declared,"My love life is finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"These are remedies,"Francois told him."Try oysters.Some people say they are miraculous restorers of virility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I am desperate,"said Pierre."I have a date tonight and will do as you suggest.Garcon,bring me a dozen oysters."He downed them,ordered another dozen,then a dozen more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"You should't overdo it,"Francois cautioned."Oysters are very powerful.Let's go now.Call me tomorrow and tell me how you went."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The next day,the phone rang."Oysters,bah!"said Pierre."They are overrated.I ate three dozen,did I not?Well,only nine worked!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8.A man went into a pub,asked for a scotch,drank it and got up to leave.The barman yelled,"Hey,where's my money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I paid you,"the man insisted and walked out.Then another man came in,drank a scotch and did the same thing.When a third man entered and ordered a scotch,the barman told him,"Two men just came in and asked for scotch just like you,then left,saying they'd paid.Whar do you think about that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Stop babbling,"muttered the third man,"and give me my change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9.Babysitter to parents:"By the way,I promised Amy that if she went to bed without any fuss you'd buy her a horse in the morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;10.A sales manager complained to a colleague about one of his salesmen."George is so forgetful it's a wonder he can sell anything.I asked him to get me a sandwich while he's out for lunch,but I'm not sure he'll even remember to come back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just then the door flew open and in came George."You'll never guess what happened,"he exclaimed."At lunch,I met the head of one of the biggest firms in the country.We got talking and he gave me an order worth $15 million!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"See,"said the sales manager."I told you he'd forget the sandwich."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113073506508367636?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113073506508367636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113073506508367636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113073506508367636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113073506508367636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/10/need-laugh-50-best-ever-jokespart-1-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-113068540116062344</id><published>2005-10-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUET TEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat for 3 papers of MUET which include writing,listening and comprehension this morning.Pretty ok for all the papers except for summary writing.I had spent 15 minutes only for the summary writing which might cause me to flunk it easily.Dunno whether my sixth sense was accurate or not in such an inadequate period.:(Frankly speaking,I always depend on my instinct to score well in summary writing.:P.So hopefully,it would work this time.For the essay writing part,I had written 5 pages with space in between lines which was not a recommended and proper way to complete writing paper(Caution:Don't Try This Action During MUET Test As It Might Make You Lose Unnecessary Marks).For the listening paper,it seemed like my brain was rather blurred or my ears were stucked with ear-plugs(juz crapping),I just heard of a mumble of indistinct conversations.But luckily,I could answer them well and without much mistakes(or all correct I guess:P)hehe..For the comprehension paper,I think I could answer most of the questions precisely.:PNot to mention there was a spider who had scared me 5 minutes before the end of my comprehension paper.It landed on my head "safely" and crawled on my table randomly.I t had assaulted me indirectly.sob.sob.sob(juz kidding) So overall,I think I could manage all the questons well.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After finishing the last paper which is listening paper,I had planned a hangout with my schoolmates and teaching school's frens in a shopping mall.But the stewpid and unforgiven dark-skinned thieves had stolen my happiness and relaxed hours indirectly.They had also plundered possessions of my cousin and her family.Haiz...too bad...Those cretinuous and feather-brained had ruined my flawless plan.ERRGGHHHHH!!!!!They had spoilt my opportunity to gather with my maktab's frens and widen my social circle.Errghhh.I was made compulsory to comfort and calm them due to their great loss.So I had to cancelled my outing plan.Haiz....I am still disgruntled for missing that hangout as they had watched Corpse Bride(which is a touching movie for the Halloween Day according to my fren who had weeped for the whole movie and was made a laughing stock by her classmates) that day...sob.sob.sob....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Later that night,I had a reunion with my Alma Mater's schoolmates(which are Standard Three Skippers specifically) and a former form teacher.She is still charming and benevolent like before.I was late for the reunion due to a sudden visit by my dad's customer.Really feel remorse and abashed for that..haiz....But we had a great time that night as we had many conversation topics due to my fren's dexterous communication skills.blah...She also served us with mouth-watering and not-too-sweet dessert that night.Pretty looking forward to the gathering next time.hehe..Her sons sent me to my relative's home after the gathering.They are pretty great conversationalists as we had chatted alot on education(specifically on biology-based field as one of them is majoring in pure biology in USM KL while the other one is majoring in pharmacy in UCSI).It had enhanced my cognizance on biology and the scholarship system of UCSI which I had rejected its scholarship this year.haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well.I think I should end my long-winded conversation with u now...feel drowsy and lethargic now...wanna have a date with Sleeping Beauty right now(juz being crappy)....so see ya..sleep tight..sweet dreams...tk gd care and God bless...hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113068540116062344?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113068540116062344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113068540116062344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113068540116062344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113068540116062344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/10/muet-test-i-sat-for-3-papers-of-muet.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17176854.post-113067963978621349</id><published>2005-10-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Review on Kyumei Byoto 24 Ji 3(Episode 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched Kyumei Byoto 24 Ji 3 (Emergency Room 24 Hours 3) today on 8tv.It is a famous japanese drama not only covers life in the ER,but the human side of doctors and their love for family.It has potrayed the miserable life in Tokyo after the heart of Japan is doomed of earthquake of scale 7.I am really touched by Dr. Shindo's and Dr. Kaedo's undivided dedication to the wretched survivors of the catastrophe albeit they are worried about their closed ones simultaneously.They manage to manipulate their complicated emotion well when they are confronting with the same concern and problems just like other victims and yet could perform surgeries on seriously injured patients in calm and "cool" manner.I really admire Dr. Kaedo's determination to stay back in the hospital to rescue other victims though she is also worried abotu her fiance when most of the doctors and hospital staff leave the hospital immediately as they are worried about their family members.It would be difficult for her to endure such condition when she has to concentrate in saving other victims.That marvellous drama has really made me have the urge to become a doctor in future abruptly.Haha.Frankly speaking,I used to oppose to conventional medicine before watching this drama as I think conventional medicine has brought many adverse effects to most of the patients.But I have changed my mind on conventional medicine from now onwards.Haha.Nevertheless,I still maintain my full support to alternative medicine and I strongly believe that maybe there will be a efficacious combination between alternative and conventional medicine appearing in future to heal all human beings' diseases effectively.Only Heaven knows.:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-113067963978621349?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/113067963978621349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=113067963978621349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/113067963978621349'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Hi,Bloggy.How r u doing?Really missed ur companion during the exam period...I have lotsa feeling and thoughts that I wanna share and confide to you.....&lt;br /&gt;My MUET exam turned out to be pretty smooth as I had gone thru lotsa practices everyday before the sitting for the speaking test(more than 20 times if I'm not mistaken)...but frankly speaking I'm not sure whether I could get excellent marks for the test or not because I was kinda stammering and repeating a few points after finishing my points before the allocated time...Let me tell you what I had gone thru before entering the exam room....&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,we were told to sign the exam slips and other doucments as well.Then, we waited patiently in the discussion room.While waiting in the room,we were having a little chit-chat to "warm-up" as we didn't want to have "cold situation" (which is translated directly from mandarin)during the real speaking test...We were kinda urging or more like "begging" the first "unfortunate" group to speak louder especially the famous female soprano in our school in order to give us some "tips" on the question came out.Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was discussing secret strategies and tactics with my group members such as giving hints like shaking her pen when someone had finished her points....Then,I thought of the problem of having emergency like out of vocabulary during the speaking test.I suggested that we could vibrate the pen vigorously in order to ask for SOS.haha.Everyone started to comment on my proposal and gave lotsa harsh critiques.:(&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I was making fun all the way during the "detention" period in order to de-stress my pals.Yea.Another interesting event that I would like to share with you.One of my group members(a prefect) and the Head Boy of my school were trying to eavesdrop on the first group's conversation by "sticking" their ears to the door in order to be more "well-prepared".haha.I couldn't believe that they had actually "ruined" the well-maintained image of so-called "disciplinary pioneers".haha.But their effort seem to go vain as we couldn't even listen to the sound of dropping needle out there...&lt;br /&gt;Another group member of mine was having hydrochloric acid flown from her stomach to her throat I guess as she was sitting on the tenterhooks.I tried to calm her down and I think she had performed well in her speaking exam.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I guess my group had performed pretty well during the speaking exam as we didn't have "cold situation" and we had tried our best to touch on every aspects as told by my MUET tuition teacher.hehe.That's all for my MUET speaking test.Nothing much to say about it.Hmmm...I might tell you other funny events during the test if only they coruscate thru my mind someday....Sorry...I might be crappy a little bit today...OK..I'm gonna end my crappy monologue as soon as possible today to prevent myself from having schizophrenic..hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-112822990334720216</id><published>2005-10-01T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Ultimate Obssession To Ghibli's Animations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm really delirious with joy today.I have finally bought a Chu Totoro as my handphone's latest attachment.It's not a normal handphone's accessory like I had before.It's the best handphone's appendage that I could ever have in my life.You couldn't believe how extreme I fanatic about Ghibli's incredible masterpieces and all its goods.I have collected almost all the piece de resistance of Hayao Miyazaki,who is one of the greatest animators and directors in Japan,or WORLD and I would say he deserves that title the most if compared with other animators.His magnum opuses have recalled my sweet childhood memories whenever I watch them.In addition,they have also indubitably unveiled the authentic and deepest part of my heart(which is childlike,innocent,angelic,....) :p whenever I watch them.Sometimes,they make me repentent for the puerile actions that I had commited when I was young and naive.Sometimes,they also make me laugh like a drain when the characters in the animation act like the way I was when I was small.They have really made my day brighter and lighter when I am in bad mood. There is an intangible force that spur me and encourage me to be a better and obesient person whenever I watch the animantions.I really love them from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am currently trying to gather as many goods as possible.They are indisputably worthwhile to be collected.Haha.I couldn't bear the temptation of them whenever I see them displayed on the racks.But when it comes to buy them,I'll ponder twice before getting them home.After all,I'm a rational person as their prices are really expensive due to their identity of imported products,especially from Japan.Besides that,they are all genuine and original goods.There are no pirated versions of them available in Malaysia.Haha.I don't mean that I will buy the pirated version of Ghibli's stuff if they are sold in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I could still vividly recollect that I had told my friends that I hope that I would like to have the largest Totoro's in the shop as a present for my good achievement in SPM on the day before the result was released.I had also told my cousins about my wish when we were celebrating my success in getting good result.But till today,nobody seems to fulfill my little dream.It's not that I am not willing or I dont have the money to own such a dear Totoro.Instead,I hope that I would get it as a grant for my diligence and assiduity.It would be more meaningful if I get it with my own punctillio and devotion in my studies.I hope that my message will be clearly passed to my friends and relatives.wink*Haha.Hope that no one will disappoint me again.wink*Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm....I think that's all for today.Hope that you will have a nice day,dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;P/S:I sincerely hope that you will deliver my little request distinctly to my friends,relatives or even Santa Claus .Haha.Hope that I won't be disillusioned again this time.:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-112822990334720216?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/112822990334720216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=112822990334720216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112822990334720216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112822990334720216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-ultimate-obssession-to-ghiblis.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17176854.post-112805719684947862</id><published>2005-09-30T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:15.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Where is the moment when needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You stand in the line just ahead of the law&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;*You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;*You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the brink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;*That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;*You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my recent favourite song.I love it tremendously.Or I should say I'm totally addicted to it.Hope that my dudes will like it too.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-112805719684947862?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/112805719684947862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=112805719684947862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112805719684947862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112805719684947862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/2005/09/daniel-powter-bad-day-where-is-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956259739252141439</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-17176854.post-112782223049713916</id><published>2005-09-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:04:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;Hi.How r u,bloggy?Hmm..I'm not feeling well...sob..sob...sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angel,dont start ur blog like that lah...I know u r unwell..but u shouldnt have presented ur illness in ur first blog..U will be TERRIFYING others instead of ANGELIFYING others....Remember to leave sweet memories in your first blog.haha..be serious rite now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;Hi.Nice to have u in my life.Hmm..Our encounter can be counted as unique..Let starts from what I had faced so far today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I woke up at 2am "miraculously" this morning after having 3 hours of sleeping.The strange thing is i didnt even feel drowsy although i was revising my bio when everyone was having tight sleep.I wonder was there any problem with my whatever body system.Then,i sat for the bio n chem exams until 12pm.Feeling gross for not doing well in exams.I aligned to music therapy to soothe my feeling.Ok.Why was I still energetic at that time?I should had succumbed to my cosy bed's temptation ages before when I didnt have adequate sleeping.There must be something wrong with my system.The intention of getting a short siesta didnt even have the single opportunity to invade my nervous system.Maybe it's because I think that sleeping is a profligate way of spending time.(This is juz my personal opinion.No offence to nap-lovers:P)Btw,i am pretty impressed with my unflapping energy.:PHaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went out to bank with my dad.The "normal" effects had finally reacted "efficaciously"with my system.When the cold "breeze" from air-conditional "caressed" my face repeatedly,I was surrendering to it at last.No matter how strengthful my body was before,it had ultimately renounced its pertinacious principle.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But the somnolence reached my body system at undesirable time.I was going to attend my tuition in half-an-hour.It was really agonizing my body,especially my eyelids.Arghhhh!!!I had to endure the heavy eyelids for two more hours.We were having the mock MUET speaking test during the tuition .But I had performed grossly in it with a running nose and a pair of heavy eyelids.My mind couldnt spun with the normal velocity.I was stammering all the way.Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The only thing that really warmed my heart out was the concerns shown by my tuition mates.They kept reminding me to drink water as they saw my face was blushing red.I am still feeling touched by their concerns.:-)One of my online frens also smsed me after knowing that i m not feeling well.I told her that I couldnt even close my eyes albeit my body was really exhausted and weary.She told me that maybe i was getting very tensed up.She was just kidding me,rite?OK.I admit that I  used to be panic-stricken whenever I had a test before.But it was long time before,which was before I graduated from my alma mater.But human beings acclimatize to changing environment every day,every minute and even every second.My mind was extremely calm and peaceful this morning.I wasnt on tenterhooks.Hmm..Maybe it's because of the metamorphosis that I had gone through during six-months holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After all,I still havent got any rest(or sleep) so far after coming back from tuition.Haha.Getting know you really makes me robust and provides me with unflapping strength.Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think that's all for today.It's really nice to meet you,my new fren.You really make my day brighter and lighter.Haha.Have a nice day.See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P/S:Thanks for listening to my gibberish and balderdash attentatively without any complaints.Haha.Nice to have u in my life,dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17176854-112782223049713916?l=angelicia423.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicia423.blogspot.com/feeds/112782223049713916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17176854&amp;postID=112782223049713916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112782223049713916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17176854/posts/default/112782223049713916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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