<?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-3632059145129587978</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:16:50.255-08:00</updated><category term='stupid...'/><category term='anime+novel...perfect'/><category term='4S1/2010'/><category term='hectic=crazy'/><category term='inspiration and passion'/><category term='determination'/><category term='check THEM out'/><category term='but I relish and treasure it here'/><category term='free'/><category term='House of Night series fan'/><category term='We often forget the eagerness when waiting for someone'/><category term='was it only a bittersweet dream that I&apos;m not worthy of'/><category term='forever'/><category term='the moments of simple yet pure joy and the hard earned smiles on everyone&apos;s faces'/><category term='ever'/><category term='I am flying with the clouds'/><category term='This is one of the short stories I have completed and also the only one(I think) to ever debut here in my blog. Hope you guys like it'/><category term='The times when we really aimed for the same goal'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='A beautiful wedding'/><category term='hope'/><category term='I&apos;ll never ever forget it again'/><title type='text'>Forgottenland</title><subtitle type='html'>It may be a piece of wasted and unwanted land. But to me, it's better than everything in this world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-1238475065701748839</id><published>2011-06-05T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:55:35.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is one of the short stories I have completed and also the only one(I think) to ever debut here in my blog. Hope you guys like it'/><title type='text'>Never Gone</title><content type='html'>Never Gone&lt;br /&gt;They were in the forest, covered in icy slick coldness that enveloped them like a tornado storm. As the gray dull clouds continued its reign throughout the entire sky, tiny white sparks rained the land endlessly. Dried trees with branches protruding every space between stood firmly in the miraculously dry soil. In the murky forest, a black carriage wheeled. The two brown horses were contrast to the pale whiteness that shed on them. A total of five men and a woman walked alongside the carriage, guarding. Only the woman, whose face was hidden under a black hood, seemed to stand out the most. Beneath the cloak, eyes as fiery as fire glanced at the path spread beyond them calmly. Her pale formed lips were pursed tightly, as if inclined to do so. She was thinking. Remembering. Reminiscing. Recollecting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had succeeded. Almost. When this journey is over, the plague would end. And her country would be saved. Her father…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep line of crimson lined her cracked lips, forming a tiny river of blood down her chin. She wiped it away roughly with her right hand, careful to avoid from hurting her left damaged hand further. A bit more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm hand groped her shoulder. She winced slightly, managed to cover up her wound before the person noticed. A young man almost her age blocked her path, trying to get her attention. His messy black hair glimmered with the white sparks. Without looking into his eyes, she pushed him away with little will left. She could feel her life force draining away, bit by bit. She won’t give up yet, not now. She staggered as the weight of her injured arm felt heavy on her body. The hood fell back to reveal a mass of golden hair, cascading down her shoulders. The young man stared at the figure, who was now steps in front of him, his eyes reflecting pain mixed with hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden gust of wind blew into them. Alarmed, she stopped and looked up into the murky sky. The rest of her gang followed. They, too could feel presence. The pressure of the atmosphere escalated. &lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, a series of attacks paralyzed their movements. Razor sharp forces attacked them everywhere. Skillfully, she avoided each of them without fear. Taking cover between the trees, she withdrew her right arm from her cloak and summoned power. A blue almost crystal spark immediately formed and eventually enlarged to turn into a mass of magnetic energy. Suddenly a black sword unlike any other materialized into her palm, glowing miraculously in broad daylight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes a shade of determination, she ran into the battlefield once more and sliced thin air with her sword. She blocked every attack with her swordsmanship, breaking it down as if chopping log. Her movements were swift and light, almost like dancing. She quickly broke through the opponents attacks and immediately forged direct combat with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four of them, each wearing silver masks. From the figure of the enemy she was facing, she could tell that it was a man. It didn’t matter, as long as she could defeat him. Ignoring the growing pain, she plunged forward, aware that her enemy might already discover her weak spots. Gripping her weapon tightly, she swung them into the enemy’s direction, and as predicted the latter avoided the attack swiftly, before realizing that it was merely a trap. But it was too late; she was already in midair, and her sword was aiming for him. In a brief second, the weapon landed, and the mask cracked halfway through. Then, everything felt still for her. The battle was still ongoing, but she could no longer feel anything, except for the excruciating pain and what she saw. &lt;br /&gt;Edric….  &lt;br /&gt;Something felt hot in her eyes, and it blurred her vision. She could feel a hot boiling sensation in her chest, ready to blow up anytime soon, but tried with tremendous effort to keep it down, along with the pain that seemed to be eating her with every growing second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes stared at her widely, unable to believe what he was seeing after such a long time. It was her, the person he was looking for all this time, is standing in front of him, battling him. How is that possible? &lt;br /&gt;She noticed that the male figure had suddenly lost focus, and remembered the reason she was in pain. Her eyes cleared, and she immediately found her grip again. She will not surrender! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, she appeared in front of him, her sword about to slice through his flesh, when he darted the sudden attack, unharmed. He quickly recovered from his daze and recomposed himself. Why was she attacking him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you doing this?” He finally spoke, his words echoing through the remarkably empty forest. His gaze locked on hers, as he waited for a response, an answer. &lt;br /&gt;She suddenly noticed how heavy her sword was, and lowered it down, it’s blade touching the bare ground. Her eyes continued to stare, as if wanting to look beyond, to search something in his soul. But she did not answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” A second time, he asked, his hope never faltering. He too, looked deep into her hollow eyes, that were once as fiery as the season of autumn, seeking for something, something that once belonged to both of them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“For Eradain.” A surprisingly rich voice echoed. The spoken words made  the colour drain from his face, and he suddenly understood what she meant. &lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I am the third princess of the Kingdom Eradain, Arayla. Do you understand now why I chose to leave?We are destined to be sworn enemies forever!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of those words, blood was splattered on the ground. Her legs felt light and she could stand no longer. Her black sword was dropped to the cold ground, she could no longer hold the pain back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that something was wrong, he plunged towards her, and managed to grasp hold of her before her body could hit the ground. He saw blood flowing out of her pale lips and felt her cold body stiffening as he touched her.  &lt;br /&gt;No! His mind panicked, realizing that for the first time ever, she might leave him… &lt;br /&gt;Fear gripped him like the whiteness that continued to rain down on them, and everything felt still for the both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to remain her eyes open against the blinding light, and fought hard to suppress the pain and ache her body was feeling, but she couldn’t hold back her tears as it flowed from her red eyes, the fieriness in her eyes losing its sparkle. She tried to raise her uninjured hand, and touched his shakily. He gripped her cold numb palm in his, his eyes gazing at hers, concern and pain in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;She tried to smile, only to end with more blood oozing out of her lips and coughed. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold back warm tears, she whispered “I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the icy whiteness covered the earth, and the sound of the fight eventually died down, a slight winter breeze swept, blowing away the stench of spilt blood of an old feud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could tell when the wind of love blew&lt;br /&gt;Turning the wheel of fate&lt;br /&gt;And beginning a cycle of wonders&lt;br /&gt;As two souls of different worlds &lt;br /&gt;Intertwine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would know that the fountain of chains &lt;br /&gt;Would cast a misty gaze &lt;br /&gt;As the two hearts were set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;Who could sense the warm air&lt;br /&gt;When in his gaze there was only her&lt;br /&gt;And in hers only him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the water shimmered under moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And the scent of the breeze enclosed them &lt;br /&gt;In a kiss they were bonded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding the prophecy beyond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-1238475065701748839?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1238475065701748839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/1238475065701748839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/1238475065701748839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-gone.html' title='Never Gone'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-544076179338468468</id><published>2011-03-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:17:24.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Wings of Freedom</title><content type='html'>On wings of freedom, you'd like to fly free, right?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that, I spread my wings in the night sky &lt;br /&gt;To be strong, all I need is this heart &lt;br /&gt;And it was you who taught me that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words'I love you' are not enough, so &lt;br /&gt;I will sing&lt;br /&gt;I will sing a song of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain of tears, through sunny skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wings of freedom...&lt;br /&gt;On wings of freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;To the limits of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find them:&lt;br /&gt;Wings that can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us&lt;br /&gt;I will find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wings of freedom, I would like to fly free&lt;br /&gt;But it's lonely by myself &lt;br /&gt;Ah! With these wings, with someone, the two of us &lt;br /&gt;If we could fly together &lt;br /&gt;This heart &lt;br /&gt;Would be healed to no end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wings of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Were covered in wounds, but&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you, they were reborn &lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher&lt;br /&gt;I believe in this destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -Hitoribocchi wa Samishikute&lt;br /&gt;           (Lyrics:Nanahara Shio)&lt;br /&gt;           (Arrange: Takagi Nao)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-544076179338468468?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/544076179338468468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/wings-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/544076179338468468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/544076179338468468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/wings-of-freedom.html' title='Wings of Freedom'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-1771637238910694619</id><published>2010-11-18T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:55:47.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Shirt</title><content type='html'>As I sat by the window&lt;br /&gt;my eyes glanced out&lt;br /&gt;the view was nothing new&lt;br /&gt;but I was glued to the scenery&lt;br /&gt;The puffy clouds floated by&lt;br /&gt;as the blue shirt danced to their rhythm&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered &lt;br /&gt;a song from a distant source&lt;br /&gt;as the sound of guitar &lt;br /&gt;entered my zone&lt;br /&gt;As I scribbled down every word each second&lt;br /&gt;my heart kept wondering&lt;br /&gt;about the little things in life&lt;br /&gt;The blue shirt stopped dancing&lt;br /&gt;and the clouds no longer shifted&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stared up &lt;br /&gt;a shade of darkness patched the pale pale sky&lt;br /&gt;My fingers paced on the musky paper&lt;br /&gt;whereas the guitar kept the atmosphere tingling&lt;br /&gt;The blue shirt floated unsurprisingly &lt;br /&gt;as a slow gust of chillness blew by&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the shadows lurking behind me eerily&lt;br /&gt;only to realize that the evening wind was stronger now&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;how reality looks like without my glasses on&lt;br /&gt;only when curiosity is alive&lt;br /&gt;Though uncertainty was the only thing I saw&lt;br /&gt;there was always a tiny voice in me&lt;br /&gt;that spoke truly&lt;br /&gt;and without fear&lt;br /&gt;'It's gonna be alright'&lt;br /&gt;That was all I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;I raised my head&lt;br /&gt;my eyes searching&lt;br /&gt;and found that&lt;br /&gt;the blue shirt&lt;br /&gt;was still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-1771637238910694619?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1771637238910694619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blue-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/1771637238910694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/1771637238910694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blue-shirt.html' title='Blue Shirt'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-484720854246599682</id><published>2010-11-16T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:36:24.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4S1/2010'/><title type='text'>这一年里的一切</title><content type='html'>我从来都没想过，我竟然会如此留恋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是今天的结束，让我清醒，也让我明白，其实我比任何人都不舍。我曾经以为我只不过是个过客，不会对任何人或事物而感到什么，更不用说怀念。以前，我一直固执地以为你们只不过是学业方面胜过其他人，而且怀有骄傲的心态看待其他人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，错了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到，咳，也许是你们感动了我吧。在那一刻，我终于明白这几天心里的不安了。在回家的路途中，望着风景，不仅回想起这一年里的点点滴滴，心里有种说不出的感觉。有点自责，为何没好好珍惜时间，让它慢慢的，悄悄的流失。现在，我只能往前走，带着与你们的回忆，向未知的未来迈开旅程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使你们不知道，我都会默默的，祝福着每一个你们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把所有的遗憾和后悔在这一年里放下，等待新的一年，然后在未来的日子里闪闪发光！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-484720854246599682?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/484720854246599682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/484720854246599682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/484720854246599682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='这一年里的一切'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-2984273035704195088</id><published>2010-09-08T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:07:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Point</title><content type='html'>Something in me realized that, even the closest bonds you have with your best friends change. I never knew that, and it shocked me to the core at that time. No matter how hard you’ve tried to bring all those sweet memories back, it never does return the same way.  It only shows how far both of you have become. &lt;br /&gt;All that’s left is the past flashbacks of the times with your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was purple black and the first breeze of morning air slapped me into reality. Am I ready for a start over? Hell I am!&lt;br /&gt;The first day always made me extra sensitive and jumpy. You never know what will happen, is what I always thought. And today was no exception. Lucky for me, a friend I know was there to accompany me. A prefect led way and we scurried after her towards my new learning room. The first sight I got when I stepped into my classroom was a noisy, excited and yet fresh bunch of school mates, the friends I’m gonna make. &lt;br /&gt;You’ve guess that right, my first day of school-in an environment I’m a total stranger to.  My old school was involved in an all school-teacher-student -move out- to –another- territory plan due to several reasons. I was following until my elders gave their no’s in every way possible. I was forced to leave everything behind- my childhood friends, familiar faces, learning environment and my post as a prefect. The beginning of my high school life was picture perfect, up until now, that is. The thought of transferring never crossed my mind, and I thought that it never will, until this whole matter popped out of nowhere. I guess this is God’s will? &lt;br /&gt;After I’ve regained my senses back, a problem made its way and buzzed into my ear. The seats are ALL packed – except for the one at the front beside the door. I guess this is all then? Surprisingly, the seat seemed to yearn for me, as if it was shouting ‘Sit me! Sit me!’. Well what choice do I have left? But I didn’t know that my slick fast decision making at that time earned me a valuable treasure throughout that whole year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-2984273035704195088?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2984273035704195088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/starting-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2984273035704195088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2984273035704195088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/starting-point.html' title='Starting Point'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-7369746053233284131</id><published>2010-08-05T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T03:02:25.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='was it only a bittersweet dream that I&apos;m not worthy of'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet Dream</title><content type='html'>It shouldn't be like this&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect right from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;The seedling's blooming&lt;br /&gt;sending showers of hope right into my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was so confident &lt;br /&gt;that everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure&lt;br /&gt;that I had done the right thing&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt;why have I fallen into the same darkness&lt;br /&gt;over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of happiness belonged to me once&lt;br /&gt;but now it is only an echo in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Its music box a memory from the hidden past&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I hoped that I had grabbed it at that time&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;regret is everything that's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't linger in the haunting past&lt;br /&gt;but I just couldn't resist it&lt;br /&gt;the tempting sweetness I once tasted&lt;br /&gt;Was it only a bittersweet dream&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not worthy of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, everyday I try to wipe it out&lt;br /&gt;and each time it appears right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;how should I ever hold back&lt;br /&gt;such feelings of pain &lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shouting at me&lt;br /&gt;that painful past&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;It's making me crazy&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics never been this clear and harsh&lt;br /&gt;How should I make it go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's suffering, that's all I can tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-7369746053233284131?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7369746053233284131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/bittersweet-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7369746053233284131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7369746053233284131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/bittersweet-dream.html' title='Bittersweet Dream'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-2689371374096542492</id><published>2010-07-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:48:46.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Pox</title><content type='html'>Nothing special today. &lt;br /&gt;Alicia was infected with chicken pox, which she had suffered before, according to her. Seeing that, I tried to avoid contact with her, as it was contagious. Yet she tried to pass the germs to me!! Cause I haven't suffer from CP yet!!! Argghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of moody today, perhaps it was because Alicia had to leave early. Boring indeed~ &lt;br /&gt;Well, at least there weren't any homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-2689371374096542492?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2689371374096542492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-pox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2689371374096542492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2689371374096542492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-pox.html' title='Monday Pox'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-4976690736054106325</id><published>2010-07-15T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:16:03.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I thought that I was going to get wet today. Well, I was completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It really poured heavily, while lessons were being taught in school. The rain was brought by the heavy gloomy clouds since morning. While I gazed deeply from where I was sitting to the scenery outside the window, I only saw rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of soil and water was truly something different. Just like smelling the scent of fresh grass after a day's rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is rain, to be exact? They often say that it is the tears of sadness poured by God. But is it really...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, I never thought I would come to like the presence of rain. I always thought of it as the co-existence of sorrow. Come to think of it, I never really hated rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hearing how the raindrops splatter to the ground. It feels like...how do you put it....something out of this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where I live couldn't see stars clearly. Instead, rain was very common. I like the night sky accompanied by a slightly drizzling rain. And some soothing cool wind. It feels sooo calm. Rather than liking stars, I like rain more. It accompanies me and gives me coolness when I need it. I'd say it was more precious than the dazzling shimmering stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splot...splot...splot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-4976690736054106325?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4976690736054106325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/4976690736054106325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/4976690736054106325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-7073047826703952632</id><published>2010-07-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:34:06.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll never ever forget it again'/><title type='text'>Please accept my apology!!</title><content type='html'>I'm such a TERRIBLE person!!!!!! I know I know I forgot about it, I'm sooo sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that none of my actions could compensate for forgetting it, I'm sorry!!! I knew that there was something wrong when I talked to you the other day, I just couldn't sense what was it!! I'm such a fool and forgetful person..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-7073047826703952632?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7073047826703952632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-accept-my-apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7073047826703952632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7073047826703952632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-accept-my-apology.html' title='Please accept my apology!!'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-3335973644743097648</id><published>2010-07-02T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T06:22:22.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We often forget the eagerness when waiting for someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but I relish and treasure it here'/><title type='text'>Waiting by a 7-branch tree</title><content type='html'>The grumbling noises&lt;br /&gt;echoed from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;I stood&lt;br /&gt;by the side of a friend&lt;br /&gt;staring aimlessly at the never-endingness beyond&lt;br /&gt;The round thing kept rolling&lt;br /&gt;repeating the endless cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hope&lt;br /&gt;those bright yellow lights&lt;br /&gt;were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;A lighted hope&lt;br /&gt;was flamed alive&lt;br /&gt;and once again&lt;br /&gt;blown dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of hope&lt;br /&gt;seeped into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;as she stepped forward&lt;br /&gt;and embraced you&lt;br /&gt;while I stood motionless&lt;br /&gt;with envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced over at me&lt;br /&gt;and waved me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I could see a speck of something&lt;br /&gt;that was called&lt;br /&gt;warmness&lt;br /&gt;in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hope&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;br /&gt;that stretched look&lt;br /&gt;was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;if you're old&lt;br /&gt;or ugly&lt;br /&gt;just meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the holes of my heart&lt;br /&gt;there lingered doubt&lt;br /&gt;but it couldn't stop me&lt;br /&gt;from continuing my belief&lt;br /&gt;that you would come&lt;br /&gt;just, for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-3335973644743097648?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3335973644743097648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-by-7-branch-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/3335973644743097648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/3335973644743097648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-by-7-branch-tree.html' title='Waiting by a 7-branch tree'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-2113987493704488047</id><published>2010-07-01T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:31:07.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even when you have everything, you’re empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you have nothing, you’re having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you suffer, you’re happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our worlds always revolve around our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Kanojo wa Uso wo Aishisugiteru  manga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-2113987493704488047?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2113987493704488047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-when-you-have-everything-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2113987493704488047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2113987493704488047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-when-you-have-everything-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-7513063721063285293</id><published>2010-06-27T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:20:26.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The times when we really aimed for the same goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moments of simple yet pure joy and the hard earned smiles on everyone&apos;s faces'/><title type='text'>26 and 27-What Day?</title><content type='html'>Flag Day, of course!!! Well, It 's my fourth year participating in this important activity for St John. Truth be told, I was very excited the day before. And it proved to be like as I expected!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~First Day~&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was assigned to Team E, which consists of 8 to 10 members(including a team leader and assistant leader). Our first stop was somewhere in Farlim. Well, it was just 7 something and the air was still cold.And there weren't a lot people there at that time. We kinda split into pairs of two. My partner was two years younger than me, so I kinda acted as the head(hahahaha) , deciding where to go, etc.  To collect more donation, we left our first spot and traveled down and away from the place. Well, our efforts weren't in vain, but it wasn't fruitful either. EITHER WAY........the problem was, the two of us kinda lost our way when we wanted to go back. (Both of us couldn't identify directions....). Finally our last resort were to call our leader(well, it wasn't our last resort....) and relying on our instincts, managed to 'crawl' back to our meeting point.(hahahahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next at 12, we had lunch there before taking the bus to town. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;Noon proved to be less tiring and more comfortable...? Anyway, we agreed to scatter again and soon we were on our own way. My partner and I went to the old shops and kopitiams nearby across the road in hope of increasing our collections. It wasn't too disappointing though. Well, if you discount the hot sun, the negative response of  'some' people, our experience of nearly chased by a mad dog.....and more.....it wasn't soo bad....(or so I said.) ANYWAY....at least our spirits were still blazing. Later we got back to the meeting place. Feeling tired, we decided to rest there for  awhile and collect donations. I met some of my old buddies from PTHS . So happy!!! They were still someone I knew, luckily. We talked and I got to know things and happenings. We promised to meet up again and get the chance to have a looooong chat. Well, we can save that for next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5, we regroup[ed and headed to our final rendezvous place before heading back to headquarters. I was totally worn out, and slept at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Second Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day proved to be the same, only that I could see stifled yawns and watery eyes(from everyone there) as I went to report to the leader. First stop-Air Itam!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could only say the market is packed!!! And flooded with other St Johns too!!Our rivals from other schools were there too!!!!Gyah~~~~~~~~~ We ate breakfast there and collected some donations before taking the bus ride to somewhere near my current school UHS. There we split into groups of four and traveled separately. Well, due to some reasons, and I don't know why, I became the leader AGAIN.The rest of my teammates were either one, two or three years my junior. And so once again I 'courageously' took up the responsibility of taking care of my juniors.  Along the way, I acted and gradually became their 'mother' (or babysitter). One of my juniors even xalled me big sister or mum, Am i that old?!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we reached Times Square. Our meeting place. But the other four haven't arrived yet. So we took the opportunity to rest and sight-see. There was a food carnival at the moment and a kompang  competition. It was my first time watching this type of show, and I was amazed and thrilled!! It was a great experience, despite the short time. Later they arrived and we kinda rest for a long while............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon, we heade for KFC for lunch. The pain in my head grew gradually and finally exploded after luch, It was too excruciating, the pain I mean. Later we split again. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I called my leader and told her I had to go home. After assigning everything to my partner apologetically, I rang up my father and went home. Sigh....It could have been better......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I REALLY hOPE we win this year!! We have put in our best effort!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-7513063721063285293?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7513063721063285293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/26-and-27-what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7513063721063285293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7513063721063285293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/26-and-27-what-day.html' title='26 and 27-What Day?'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-4982997173140873714</id><published>2010-06-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:33:51.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Night series fan'/><title type='text'>Awakened</title><content type='html'>Hi there! It's been a long time since I blogged. Apparently I was beginning to give up on writing, feeling that writing wasn't the thing for me. But later, as if fate(or God) had turned its wheel of magic, I realized my passion for writing. It hit me, that writing will always be my passion. Just like the title, my passion had been awakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main thing is I've started reading P.C.Cast and Kristin Cast's book, Burned. Although only halfway through, it was really interesting(I realize interesting isn't the suitable word) and the plot continues attracting my attention, as if it doesn't want the readers to even pause(quite true,actually!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without finishing the book, I was already anxious and thrilled for the birth of Awakened, their 8th book. I've checked online and discovered that the next book would be released next year, or to be more precise, 4th January 2011. Yay!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, a film adaptation based on the first book of the series, Marked is being planned and will be released also in 2011!! Three cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to continue my book now! Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-4982997173140873714?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4982997173140873714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/awakened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/4982997173140873714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/4982997173140873714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/awakened.html' title='Awakened'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-5317893268907290543</id><published>2010-03-20T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:39:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday(Saturday) was my parents anniversary. Well, to be precise, it's their wedding registration anniversary. Still it was an occasion to celebrate,right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noon, we were all dressed for lunch. My brother was kind of excited as it's been a long time since we all went out for lunch together. As expected we arrived at a restaurant. As we entered the place, darkness immediately swallowed us. The inner part of the restaurant were dimly lit by candles, resting peacefully on each dining table. After we placed our order, I observed the surroundings. It wasn't my first time here, but nevertheless, this place never stops to awe me. The walls were decorated with magnificent paintings themed as underwater that stretched throughout the wall. Besides the candles there were a few dim lights hanging from the ceiling. These lights were actually 'furballs' which were big and cute in its own way. There was a medium sized pond with fishes behind the dining area, which intrigued my brother into watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of waiting, our food arrived. I had corn soup while my father had oxtail( I think it's spelled like this)soup, which was the restaurants's specialty. Later, our main course came as well. My mum had chicken with steamed rice while my brother enjoyed Fish n' Chips. I tried fish fillet with almond while my father had steak. It was simply scrumptious! Everything felt in order and the atmosphere was in tune too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time for dessert. I chose Safari ice-cream over coffee, while my brother ate the same too. Both my parents enjoyed coffee. After several minutes of chatting and enjoying out time, we paid our bills and left the place. I'd say it was very splendid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-5317893268907290543?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5317893268907290543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/5317893268907290543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/5317893268907290543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-7134184189166590148</id><published>2010-03-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:52:43.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check THEM out'/><title type='text'>Holidays!!!! Anime!!!</title><content type='html'>The holidays are FINALLY here!!! And those ghastly exams are TOTALLY and FINALLY OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole bunch of things I've want to say. And I'm awfully sorry for not renewing my blog since the last post. But do not fear, I'm here for the rest of the week.(I hope...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, good anime to introduce to you guys. I'm not sure whether you've heard of these, but they're the 2010's first new bunch of animes. And if you haven't heard of these names, you in luck! &lt;br /&gt;1.Dance in the Vampire Bund- the plot surrounds a vampire queen and a boy(whose true identity is....?). Action packed, intriguing and a bit of a horror. A great anime.&lt;br /&gt;2.Seikon no Qwaser- Revolves around two teen girls and a mysterious boy named Sasha(super cool!!).Ermm, a lot of fighting, comedy, a little harem, but overall, good. My personal favourite!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.Durarara!- Still a mystery to me, as I have just watched two episodes. But but but, it kinda reminds me of Eden of the East though, the genre is quite the same(even the mysterious feeling is lurking around) but I wouldn't know about you guys.&lt;br /&gt;4.Sora no Woto-The character similarity with K-On is almost 99% same!! I mean, even the plot is about the same too! But the difference is the background and what happens next. I couldn't say much about this, but you should really check this one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that's all for now! I'm starting to feel that I'm an anime freak!(and otaku too...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-7134184189166590148?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7134184189166590148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays-anime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7134184189166590148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/7134184189166590148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays-anime.html' title='Holidays!!!! Anime!!!'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-6207141946903956961</id><published>2010-02-25T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:43:25.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanasakeru Seishounen Ending song- One by J-Min</title><content type='html'>One~&lt;br /&gt;Kanashii hodo tooku ni kanjiru&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kokoro sagashi hajimeteru&lt;br /&gt;Itsumo soba ni ite mamorarete ita kara&lt;br /&gt;Nee, hitori ja kowain da&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nagareru jikan nante&lt;br /&gt;Minna onaji na no ni&lt;br /&gt;Ima nemutteru Naite iru&lt;br /&gt;Egao de ite hoshii&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Afuredasu omoi o daite ai ni yuku kara&lt;br /&gt;Sorasanaide Chanto mite Kimi o shinjiteru&lt;br /&gt;Sou dare mo shiranai futari dake no omoi de wa&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyokute utsukushii toki No aoi umi&lt;br /&gt;Sono ude sono mune ni Watashi wa ikite iru&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ashita de aeru hito soshite wakareru hito&lt;br /&gt;Kurikaesarete aruite iru&lt;br /&gt;Douka kimi o totte eien made tsunagu&lt;br /&gt;Tatta hitotsu no ai ni shite yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afuredasu omoi o daite ai ni yuku kara&lt;br /&gt;Ima sugu kono ai o tsutae ni yuku kara&lt;br /&gt;Mou nani mo iranai Kimi no kokoro igai wa&lt;br /&gt;Futari de irareru nara Kowaku nanka nai&lt;br /&gt;Kondo wa soba ni ite Kimi o mamoru kara &lt;br /&gt;     *                    *&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sad distance&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I am searching for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the time when we were always together&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm scared of being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flows&lt;br /&gt;The same for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sleeping and crying&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on to the overflowing feelings of love&lt;br /&gt;Don't divert your eyes, Look at me properly I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no one knows the pair's feelings&lt;br /&gt;A strong, beautiful time The blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Those arms, that chest I am living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow people will meet and break up&lt;br /&gt;It will repeat as they walk&lt;br /&gt;I want to somehow connect with you and take eternity&lt;br /&gt;I have only one love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on to the overflowing feelings of love&lt;br /&gt;As soon as possible, I want to report this love&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need nothing Your heart advances&lt;br /&gt;It's possible if it's the two of us I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;This time together I will protect you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-6207141946903956961?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6207141946903956961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanasakeru-seishounen-ending-song-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/6207141946903956961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/6207141946903956961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanasakeru-seishounen-ending-song-one.html' title='Hanasakeru Seishounen Ending song- One by J-Min'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-2939501463527146819</id><published>2010-02-25T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:07:12.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic=crazy'/><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>Whoa....Suddenly I realised that it had been a long time since i blogged. A bit scary, now that I think it back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new life in school is REALLY hectic. I've never known that life in Form 4 is soo busy! The evidence is I haven't blogged for a long long time! Everything seemed so different now. The change in school work is totally obvious and just look at the syllabus! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing a dilemma now. In Form 5, we're gonna have to choose and plan carefully which college to enter and which career path, but I haven't got a clue!! Two of my friends have already decided to focus on A-level exams(some kind of Singapore exam, I think). One of them have decided to either go to Japan or England to pursue her studies after SPM. How great is that! Plus, MY ambition column is now officially blank. I'm 'out of ambition' now and I have no idea what I really want. Such a mess-up.&lt;br /&gt;But the 1 positive thing is, at least I know what my interests are, that is photography, reading,and watching anime. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta stop here for now, I have a debate to catch up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-2939501463527146819?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2939501463527146819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2939501463527146819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/2939501463527146819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-875672155827399296</id><published>2009-12-31T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:29:54.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009's end and 2010's start</title><content type='html'>The time now is 11:05p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone around the globe must be waiting for the time to finally arrive-the moment of a new beginning. An hour later, 2009 shall bade us goodbye while we rejoice the birth of a new start,2010. Yes, the start to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that happens, I want to say a few words. 2009, to me is like a brand new starting point. This is the year where I transfer from my original school to another school due to certain reasons. I had encountered a lot of hardships and pain during these times.All were new to me- friends, surroundings, homework. It was hard, but with the help of my buddies(from my old school and, S,J,E and Sze, I was able to cope and face difficult moments. Then there were the times when my brother fell ill. The intense pressure was too much that it hit me, and I fell. I remembered once in class, I cried when I wasn't able to hand in my work. It was a small matter, yet the pressure of everything added up was just too much for me to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were friends who accompanied me along the rocky path-Stephanie, Sze, Jeslyn, and Eve. To you guys,I have a lot to say to you all. Stephanie, I pray sincerely that your father may be able to heal from the disease he's suffering. May God bless you and your family. I know that this is one of your dreams to come true. As for Jeslyn, I pray that you may be able to forget the pain and misery you felt in the past. Forgive and forget, that's God's teaching. It's easier said than done, but if you don't try, you won't even have the chance to succeed. You are CAPABLE of doing so,no matter in your love life or career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze, my friend, you are perhaps the softest of all. You are easily used by others. I hope that you may be able to think wisely before promising others, so they won't manipulate you. Congrats again on your results. Eve- Until now, I'm not sure what had happened to our dear friendship. I tried my best to remember what I have done to you, but failed. If only you could speak up. I don't care if you mock me or say harsh words, as long as you tell me what fault have I done to you. If you still remember our friendship, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird yesterday told me about my old school and my buddies. I was so shocked to hear about it. It may not be the truth, and I hope it isn't. Over time, the world change. So does the surroundings and the human who live in it. Even so, I hope that you all would change for the better, not the worse. Please, remember the times when we had fun doing something, all of us had pure intentions, all of us were doing it full heartedly. But all of you changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was splattered with blood when the AH1N1 pandemic spread wild across the world. Lives were in fear, and people were in sadness. This terrible disease had taken the lives of many loved, making this world full of cruelty and hatred. The sounds of human weren't heard of, and death tolls rose sky high every single day. I wish once again, that human would change for the future generations and for a new world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let 2010 soar with pride and dignity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-875672155827399296?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/875672155827399296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009s-end-and-2010s-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/875672155827399296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/875672155827399296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009s-end-and-2010s-start.html' title='2009&apos;s end and 2010&apos;s start'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-5542376619895287883</id><published>2009-12-24T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:35:57.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am flying with the clouds'/><title type='text'>PMR Results out!!</title><content type='html'>24th Decamber,2009~&lt;br /&gt;OMG....I still can't believe it.... Approximately 7 hours ago, I was still a at home, fidgeting with my fingers as I waited nervously for my parents to get ready. Yes. Today's the day. The day of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wore my shoes, I received a message from my friends, 'reporting back' to me about their results. They were already there! Come on, man, I was getting even more nervous. The agony is killing me! Finally, with no much delay, we were right on tarck to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards the school gate with my mum. Suddenly, I saw my friend, J who is in the school band(same age) practicing. Apparently, she already got her results. I congratulated her as her results were good too. Congrats again, J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She generously showed me the way to a classroom where three teachers sat with a prefect with them. Immediately I saw my form teacher. She and the prefect asked for my name and asked me to sign my name before receiving my result slip. My fingers were shaking tremendously as I sign my name. She asked whether I had sign the right space. I replied yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the prefect shouted for my mum to enter the classroom with me. When the teacher handed me the slip, I cried joyfully. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my hands were shaking non-stop. My mum was happy on my behalf too, and patted my back. I was soo overwhelmed with joy that I couldn't speak! After thanking my teacher we walked out of the classroom and joined some of my friends outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bading my friends goodbye, we left the school. Event hough I did not write out how many As I got for PMR, it was GOOD results I had there. Till now, I still could not believe I got them! To all my friends who passed colourfully, I give you my heartiest congratulations, and to all those who didn't do well enough, do not give up hope, you still have a chance!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, have a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-5542376619895287883?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5542376619895287883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr-results-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/5542376619895287883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/5542376619895287883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr-results-out.html' title='PMR Results out!!'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-3449404460119632471</id><published>2009-12-22T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:26:24.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A beautiful wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended a relative's wedding dinner. The place was really grant and there were a lot of lights brightening the place, which made it look romantic. Apparently the table I sat was one table away from the bride and grooms table, and I could see clearly the bride and groom(the first time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore the pink dress I mentioned in an earlier post, which was my mum's. Still, it felt pretty awkward. To make matters worse, both my parents weren't present, so I went there with my grandmother, a 6 year old cousin, and my 16 year old aunt. What a 'great' group, isn't it? AnywAY, to make matters EVEN worse(You would wonder, how worse can it become?) a relative joked that I'm my parents 'representative'. I stifled a laugh at her. REALLY. It's super annoying. I was there for the whole occasion, and people kept asking me why aren't my parents there. It really is mood breaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the lovely couple was(I'm sure) having fun. When they went up stage for the wine drinking ceremony(is it a ceremony?), I noticed that the bride had changed into a black elegant night flowing gown, with a silver tie around her waist. It's very nice, but I thought the Chinese custom isn't really 'comfy' with black??(Note:black is an unlucky colour for happy occasions). Anyway, the couple was busy with the wine when I noticed that there were white dots floating in the air. actually, those 'white dots' were bubbles blown into air. Soooo romantic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a lot more but I can't write it down all, right? Oh ya, the performers were really fantastic. They sang(mostly females) and sang like they never sang before, and then a strange uncle from across my table would join them on stage and dance his uncle moves. Can you believe that?!! It's true!! (So unlucky I forgot my camera) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the event ended at 10 something, nearing 11, and everyone seemed exhausted but happy for the newly wed. Best wished to the couple!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-3449404460119632471?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3449404460119632471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/3449404460119632471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/3449404460119632471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding Dinner'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-602829020615211851</id><published>2009-12-16T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:20:57.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration and passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determination'/><title type='text'>Nodame desu..</title><content type='html'>Long time no 'read'!!Haha!! Well, I'll just skip those useless crap(the crap as in those introductions and the 'long time' blah stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can read, I've watched Nodame Cantabile series, starting from episode 1 even though I've watched the drama series beforehand,which was quite a bore. Anyway, there's only two words to describe it:funny+ hilarious!! The plot is clean,clear and interesting, not to mention there's a little advice in each episode. To cut things short, this is the thing for music lovers and funny anime lovers(besides La Corda Doro)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Gundam Seed Destiny, I've bade goodbye to him today as I finished it(after a long delay). The ending is quite predictable yet  touching, but overall fantastic!! A lot of similarities with Gundam OO, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm informing my readers that I'll probably won't write so many posts now, because I'm busy continuing my novel(Yay!!), which I hope would be done by the end of the year(not quite possible though). Anyway, wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-602829020615211851?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/602829020615211851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/nodame-desu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/602829020615211851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/602829020615211851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/nodame-desu.html' title='Nodame desu..'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-8988294653372272978</id><published>2009-12-09T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:21:42.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime+novel...perfect'/><title type='text'>Mystery...</title><content type='html'>So far, I'm still doing the same ol' routine everyday; watching TV in the morning, pc in the afternoon while babysitting my brother(which I tried not to let my anger go wild), finish some chores, watch some interesting programmes during the night. Sometimes I prefer reading better than watching some lame shows. (Too bad our country's channels broadcast some of the worse shows in the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,(enough of the silly crap)I started watching Yumeiro Patisierre, the anime is ultimately about pastry, and surely the protagonist is a 14 year old girl who wishes to be an excellent patisierre(or pastry chef for females in French). It really reminds me of the manga Kitchen Princess, which is similar in some way. Besides that, there's the famous Eden of the East, which is a must-see anime of the year. It really is an excellent one, and anyone watching this anime, wouldn't even figure out what the next thing will happen. Really high tech and the graphics a success too. Well done! Highly recommended to all. Then there's Armed Librarians:The Book of Bantorra. I don't really know the plot well enough to describe it to you, but it really is attracting and a little gruesome but all in all a must-see of the year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading Hunted. The plot remains fresh and teen-like, and I just love the protagonist,which once again is a female. Well, what can I say...three boyfriends,beautiful, powerful,and has a bunch of loyal friends....It's a dream come true for every girl, right? But still, something feels missing....Hmm, I wonder what that is? Well, I can only unravel the mysteries in the next book:Tempted. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-8988294653372272978?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8988294653372272978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/8988294653372272978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/8988294653372272978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/mystery.html' title='Mystery...'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632059145129587978.post-22225679318996563</id><published>2009-12-08T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:54:10.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid...'/><title type='text'>Too crazy...</title><content type='html'>Look what happens when you're greedy... Well, it happened to me. I was looking for the perfect blog skin which I did find, and when I was ready to replace the old one with the new one, a LOT of problems popped out of nowhere!! I'm getting crazy here!!! Ok, to be honest, it really is my fault. I don't know about all these computer thingies and ignored to read the manuals about how to do it(the long and tiny words make my eyes bulge)Well, I can only say all hell broke loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, it took me like an hour to delete my old blog(my love!!) and set up a brand new one. Plus I had to delete EVERYTHING , my friend's contacts, updates, and my memories in it, just EVERYTHING!!! Damn it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can only organize my new blog and make it look similar to the old one... Just great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3632059145129587978-22225679318996563?l=blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/feeds/22225679318996563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/22225679318996563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632059145129587978/posts/default/22225679318996563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blugirl-myworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-crazy.html' title='Too crazy...'/><author><name>BlueGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09968146371549131472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gYkWSfpIo6k/TX7j8HFyK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/4-6POU0BtRg/s220/S.E%2B04.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
