<?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-5058948</id><updated>2011-12-20T11:41:18.404-04:00</updated><category term='lyrics and songs'/><category term='travel'/><category term='books and movies'/><category term='old layout'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='performance'/><category term='games'/><category term='pic'/><category term='image'/><category term='tech and gadgets'/><category term='sentiments'/><category term='special occasion'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='current state'/><category term='umi'/><category term='screenshots'/><category term='MBR'/><category term='windows 7'/><category term='...'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>.:+Memorie§+:.</title><subtitle type='html'>I dropped a tear in the... OCEAN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6995432521849264644</id><published>2011-08-24T22:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:33:25.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Till next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This has always been the secret garden for the past 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day still came when I started to feel that I don't want to write long articles like I used to. I either got lazy or indifferent, or both. But I don't want to give up jotting down bits of my mind just yet. So I need something simply, fast, easily accessible... like &lt;a href="http://luluchan.posterous.com/"&gt;Posterous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was going to end this with Ikimonogakari's Yell. But... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6995432521849264644?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://luluchan.posterous.com/' title='Till next time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6995432521849264644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6995432521849264644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6995432521849264644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6995432521849264644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2011/08/till-next-time.html' title='Till next time'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7009671324399370453</id><published>2011-08-16T11:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:08:09.020-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>花は桜  君は美し</title><content type='html'>花は桜　君は美し　春の木漏れ日　君の微笑み&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春を待つ　つぼみのように　僕は今　迷っています&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;春はまた　もう一度　この花を咲かせたいのでしょうか&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/48U_DJjK4XU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7009671324399370453?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7009671324399370453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7009671324399370453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7009671324399370453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7009671324399370453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='花は桜  君は美し'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/48U_DJjK4XU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3767226964936800945</id><published>2011-05-04T16:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:27:11.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether you see me or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've always been an atheist but Buddhism starts to make a lot more sense to me lately; not the whole part about God but its way of thinking. To me, the way in which it explains a person's relationship with the environment and himself makes it not a religion but more of... philosophy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across this chinese poem about Buddhism. I'm not sure who wrote it but it touches me somehow. The english version is loosely translated by me based on my not-so-great chinese and superficial understanding of the poem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你见，或者不见我               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我就在那里                             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不悲不喜         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm right there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether you see me or not;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No hint of sadness or joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你念，或者不念我                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;情就在那里                             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不来不去            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feelings are right there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether you miss me or not;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are not going anywhere                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你爱，或者不爱我                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爱就在那里                             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不增不减   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is right there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether you love me or not;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it doesn't change                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;你跟，或者不跟我                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我的手就在你手里                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不舍不弃   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hands are in yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether you follow me or not;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... Never abandoning them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3767226964936800945?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3767226964936800945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3767226964936800945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3767226964936800945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3767226964936800945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2011/05/whether-you-see-me-or-not.html' title='Whether you see me or not'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-8213872301057729052</id><published>2011-04-23T16:57:00.028-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:50:07.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest thing is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;to realize that he saw the end in the beginning so, he left long before the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I felt and believed in became ironic; they turned into pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... He's 'the one' and... he's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not. If he was 'the one', he would not have left you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... but"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a sudden onset of retrograde amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-8213872301057729052?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/8213872301057729052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=8213872301057729052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8213872301057729052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8213872301057729052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2011/04/saddest-thing-is.html' title='The saddest thing is...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5265160733494623863</id><published>2011-04-21T06:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T06:27:41.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The last words from him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Hello? Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo... doo... doo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5265160733494623863?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5265160733494623863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5265160733494623863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5265160733494623863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5265160733494623863'/><link 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disc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;diskpart.exe&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;list disk&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;select disk 0&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;active&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;list volume&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;select volume &lt;number&gt;&lt;/number&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;active&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;exit&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;bootrec /fixmbr&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;bootrec /fixboot&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-1911912885552649603?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4880202551795799325</id><published>2009-12-04T21:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:34:29.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books and movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The Drifter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;was watching a movie, The Drifter, about existentialism, featuring the famous surfer Rob Machado the other day. nothing really happened in the movie. i usually hate movies like this no matter how profound and philosophical they claim/try to be. call me melodramatic but when i dedicate a couple of hours seeing a show/movie, i expect drama. lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this movie is another of those ostentious boring movies till he said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dreamt of the perfect wave, the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;When we get there, we dream of something else."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4880202551795799325?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4880202551795799325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4880202551795799325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4880202551795799325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4880202551795799325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/12/drifter.html' title='The Drifter'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2507676421854166540</id><published>2009-10-09T08:07:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:20:19.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><title type='text'>The cutest girl in the Final Fantasy series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has to be Serah Farron. ~&gt;_&lt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8azy6ZASI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu45jdete2E/s1600-h/Serah4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8azy6ZASI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu45jdete2E/s400/Serah4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390556756128104738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I can't help but to grab all her cute shots from the latest FF13 TGS trailer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bB-oyRtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SSRz2UyLUTw/s1600-h/Serah+Farron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bB-oyRtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SSRz2UyLUTw/s400/Serah+Farron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390556999793657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bU0R_mXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3iTOsZx56Jc/s1600-h/Serah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bU0R_mXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3iTOsZx56Jc/s400/Serah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390557323431221618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bfenJ_3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QR4DLI2DWVs/s1600-h/Serah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bfenJ_3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QR4DLI2DWVs/s400/Serah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390557506592964466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bpYFRBSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6hN1I8gpC5o/s1600-h/Serah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8bpYFRBSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6hN1I8gpC5o/s400/Serah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390557676638897442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2507676421854166540?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Ss8azy6ZASI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu45jdete2E/s72-c/Serah4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-9050831542014048516</id><published>2009-08-13T21:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:08:04.710-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>お誕生日おめでとう！</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it has been a while since i was as happy as today when nothing was actually going on, other than me having a horribly long day related to work and i will be continue working till 3am at least. anyway, i was still literally beaming with happiness ever since the clock striked 12mn. coz it is such a special day - the first birthday that i get to celebrate for him. (well, not quite yet coz he's not back to school.) and i still can't figure out why i'm so much more exuberant than the birthday boy! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually... the idea of love is so simple. after so many years, i found myself having the same thoughts as what i had at 6 - if we have 2 apples, he will give me the bigger one; if we only have 1 apple, he will split it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;if my love is a song, you are the notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-9050831542014048516?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7074377027825302707</id><published>2009-08-01T16:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:59:39.555-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Feeling adrift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the same feeling always comes back right before i fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coz we've never felt like being in one place for an entire life." i don't remember who mumbled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, because deep down i know that i cannot be in one place all the time - someday, someday i will leave. or the place leaves me.  it's a sad realization. but i refuse to face the fact that life is a constant state of evanescence. there, i have my little dream... that may be one or two things will last. and even if they were to vaporize, there ought to be something left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts again. ahh... it takes so long to recover from diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7074377027825302707?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7074377027825302707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7074377027825302707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7074377027825302707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7074377027825302707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-adrift.html' title='Feeling adrift.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2682064516374296699</id><published>2009-07-16T17:05:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:11:29.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>I need to note this down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so after fumbling for almost 2 weeks, (i last did it 10 years ago, in school) they have been transformed from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; width: 320px; display: block; height: 250px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359159283776716354" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-O-Xw_fkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vg0xCkwlYSk/s320/yarnsBW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; width: 320px; display: block; height: 287px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359159905038335570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-PiiJTflI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Kkefk5pZJt0/s320/scarfBW.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in fact, i've just finished it. it's definitely an occasion worth commemorating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2682064516374296699?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-O-Xw_fkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vg0xCkwlYSk/s72-c/yarnsBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2164392774906241627</id><published>2009-07-07T15:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:46:07.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old layout'/><title type='text'>New layout... for the new semester?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's been a year since i last changed the layout and i don't even like the previous one. i was desperate for a change. so i simply grabbed pictures off a website and slapped them onto my blog, thinking it's a temporary solution to prove my determination for a change. little did i know that my idea of 'temporary solution' would stretch to a year. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this layout, especially its theme. though i've had &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much trouble writing and editing the code to incorporate it into my blog. the floating table cell was such a pain that i even doubted my future in CSC. may be i just suck at HTML. whatever. anyway, all the problems have been fixed by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355804093007114178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SlOjckJFr8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CbDBCHFtGKQ/s400/blog080709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. i came across some pictures taken by my dad in Maldives. and i'm convinced that i need to go there some time in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2164392774906241627?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2164392774906241627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2164392774906241627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2164392774906241627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2164392774906241627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-layout-for-new-semester.html' title='New layout... for the new semester?'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SlOjckJFr8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CbDBCHFtGKQ/s72-c/blog080709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6373815078356818853</id><published>2009-07-03T00:11:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:04:04.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech and gadgets'/><title type='text'>It's only a tool for communication...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when has it become a gauge of how closely people are related?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new phone. it's been a while since i've been looking for phones like my new one - simple, aesthetically pleasing and very user-friendly. every single phone nowadays aim to be the Swiss Army Knife and consumers rave about the jaw-dropping phone specifications, with little consideration of just how many of those heavily hyped functions will be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with it. it fuels the advancement of technology, isn't it? notebooks was in this war until the netbooks appeared. it will probably happen to mobile phones too. but i just miss the little sweet phones so much. they are not bulky, not overly complicated, very user-friendly and close to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the same when it comes to people.&lt;br /&gt;i don't seem to be a greedy person because i expect very few things from people and life.&lt;br /&gt;i am greedy because the few things that i want happen to be the most precious and the easily lost ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson T707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.pmptoday.com/wp-content/uploads/sony-ericsson-t707.jpg" /&gt;(omg i'm still a SE fan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6373815078356818853?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6373815078356818853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6373815078356818853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6373815078356818853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6373815078356818853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only-tool-for-communication.html' title='It&apos;s only a tool for communication...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4539813676277126890</id><published>2009-06-24T14:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:04:56.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Missing the little green bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;in room 624 all of a sudden. it's tiny and crappy...but cozy. so cozy that i can feel the warmth just by thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the brown couch too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4539813676277126890?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4539813676277126890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4539813676277126890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4539813676277126890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4539813676277126890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-little-green-bed.html' title='Missing the little green bed...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2384445920611538248</id><published>2009-06-14T14:24:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:05:35.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>If you walked away, keep walking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's all purplish and about to rain. the night sky is always so illuminated that i can't see a single star. i wish i could say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大丈夫。恋しがらないよ。but i can't. it's a fact; it's nothing new - i'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has it reached the dangerous point where you've become such an important part of my life that the mere thought of you stepping out of it seemed so... unbearable? you've made me so happy that it feels surreal. as if i was consuming my happiness in future and paying a high interest later in the form of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not my greatest fear. neither is you leaving for good or with someone. my greatest fear is me becoming your safety net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of loving me, you love one part about me but hate the rest.&lt;br /&gt;instead of longing to be around me, you feel obligated to stay.&lt;br /&gt;instead of savoring the shared memories, you feel sorry to abandone them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's everything - apology, regrets, responsibilities, time- everything else but your very own desires and passion AND LOVE. i've faded completely to 'just another face' in your life. with excessive burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this happened... please walk away from me. &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; turn back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2384445920611538248?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2384445920611538248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2384445920611538248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2384445920611538248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it turned out to be a huge surprise birthday party. in PINK. omg. this birthday gotta be the one that i feel most embarrassed yet most touched, most depressed &amp;amp; happiest - i was definitely on an emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"he is the biggest present from Santa for you being such a nice person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4707141898532949943?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4707141898532949943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4707141898532949943' 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term='...'/><title type='text'>Till regrets bloom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i don't want to get prickly with defences around the people whom i'm close to, but i don't want to turn into a weak fool. i'm getting tired of struggling to find the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i'm more spiteful sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i can see the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7598586190723320939?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7598586190723320939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7598586190723320939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>I want to sit by the sea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's funny. i grow up in an island country and have been to most of the popular places by sea, yet i still have the sudden urge to see the sea... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting on the beach and listening to waves crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Miami beaches, in fact most of the beaches that i've been to, are too touristy...too ostentatious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still want to go though. really want to....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 256px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355783044562429170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SlOQTYk0JPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E31iPLsBTaE/s400/maldives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;还是欲望这种本能 会让人忘了有多心疼&lt;br /&gt;只是不知 无论如何 到了最后 还不是....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;一个人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5913618526610752383?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5913618526610752383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5913618526610752383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5913618526610752383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Ai Ai Gasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the cruise is amazing. it makes the end of spring break such a disappointment and the back-to-reality school life almost cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt clueless of how to keep something/someone so precious, safe, in all sense? i want to know him; understand the meaning of every glance, every barely-noticeable smile, every contemplative frown. he once said that he knows so much about me but i know so little about him. i want it to be 'we know equally well about each other'.&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm worried that by being around him all the time, i will suck out all oxygen and snuff out the life of him &amp;amp; the relationship. how i wish the idea of 'healthy distance' is tangible. 10cm? an arm's length? 2hrs per day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be it's time to be a little bit selfish... at risk of suffocating him. haaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/ScnS1BprX7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wZnhAcBZQPU/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317012643505725362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/ScnS1BprX7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wZnhAcBZQPU/s400/DSC00108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4810564475079939970?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4810564475079939970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4810564475079939970' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6926581894052846658</id><published>2009-03-02T01:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:07:57.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Nau Ko'u Aloha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is no longer lonely as I hold you close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wait in eagerness.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that when your heart is broken,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will only beat for you.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Song to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I search with an uncertain hand,&lt;br /&gt;With breathless kisses,&lt;br /&gt;A burning desire,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this moment will will last forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I can love completely,&lt;br /&gt;Without complete understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts beat in time together to make that perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are more than love to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nau ko'u aloha&lt;br /&gt;My love is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is way beyond sweet or romantic. i wish i'm blessed with the ability to express my feelings when words simply can't do the card any justice. surprisingly, i wasn't moved to tears for tearing releases emotions. i hope to seal the feeling in myself; i hope it's able to diffuse like perfume in future - with the density and the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i've gained a little more wisdom the moment i felt thankful to the past heartaches and failed relationships. coz they've taught me what NOT to do to my love, to shelter him from things that carved my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may my love spread his wings with the tender of black-veiled night sky. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6926581894052846658?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6926581894052846658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6926581894052846658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6926581894052846658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6926581894052846658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2009/03/nau-kou-aloha.html' title='Nau Ko&apos;u Aloha'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7744794824369006081</id><published>2009-02-27T04:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:27:32.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Save yourself a place before going out to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you thought with wings, you could turn into a bird.&lt;br /&gt;you thought by becoming a bird, you could soar with freedom.&lt;br /&gt;but when you are winged with hope, you can only flutter in a tiny space.&lt;br /&gt;flapping the wings, you have lost the freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you've never figured out what you want - the wings, the abilty to fly or the freedom?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, you are just yearning for the feeling of gliding in the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know yourself. know what you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7744794824369006081?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7744794824369006081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7744794824369006081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7744794824369006081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you find a four-leaf clover,&lt;br /&gt;It will bring happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell Anyone&lt;br /&gt;Where its white flower blooms&lt;br /&gt;Or how many leaflets from its stem extend.&lt;br /&gt;The four-leafed clover.&lt;br /&gt;~[CLOVER]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;things never turn out the way that i expected, do they? i thought all those tears have made me impervious to bgr. however, indifference does not run in my blood &amp;amp; hence, instead of turning me to a cold-blooded person, i've learnt to love myself more, or rather how to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who don't know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to love themselves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; are incapable of loving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful accident- the japanese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SZc3YdlDU8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZPKjUDGtua0/s1600-h/vday+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 398px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302767979648472002" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SZc3YdlDU8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZPKjUDGtua0/s400/vday+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5829382519412626375?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5829382519412626375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-1939256147844857819</id><published>2009-01-10T03:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:28:33.761-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>So it's time for the new year resolution again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. beauty and boyfriend are liabilities; knowledge, family and true friends are my assests. mark the limit of how much i should invest. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NEVER EVER &lt;/span&gt;confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if i could only read &amp;amp; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;comprehend&lt;/span&gt; 1 book, it gotta be Sun Tze's Art of War aka Sun Zi Bing Fa. all those years of studying the ancient chinese literature finally make sense now. i'm juz glad that my mom kinda forced it upon me. i have to read the book for at least 2 more times this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 100lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and... i wanna go to Japan &amp;amp; Hawaii this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to write 20 things about myself on Facebook. but im not so sure how comfy that i would be to share what i truely wanna say about myself with erm... acquaintances. plus those who care to know, they already knew; those who don't know, they wont' care to know either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;i wish i could laugh like before; i wish i was still a brat. but the Little Prince had returned to his planet through a poisonous snake bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-1939256147844857819?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5210256346180218093</id><published>2008-12-14T03:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:29:13.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The meaning of travel is to leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'coz i'm leaving, i savour every moment of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz i'm leaving, i don't need to observe something beautiful under the microscope and bear the pain of watching it turn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz i'm leaving, i can turn my back around nonchalantly any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz i've gone, i remember all that was golden and time paints the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz i've gone, i know the meaning of home. the true meaning of...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to travel. i love the feeling of leaving. i love the fact that i'm gonna leave...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ps. i'm gonna put on that black coat again. why does it begin to feel like the memorial of someone...dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5210256346180218093?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5210256346180218093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5210256346180218093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='friends'/><title type='text'>...Wish ___ happy EVERY day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wish i could speak in song, but words are all i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i only have silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy everyday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy everyday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy everyday to ___&lt;br /&gt;happy everyday to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6430842915424773055?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6430842915424773055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6430842915424773055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A very interesting psy test in Chinese....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;你的心会为谁留位置&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;测试结果: &lt;/strong&gt;B、没有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　你的心里并不会为什么人特定留下位置。你觉得不同的时期，会有对自己来说重要性不同的人出现。&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;你不强求&lt;/u&gt;有人能一辈子陪着自己&lt;/span&gt;，同样也不会想着永远将某个人记在心里。你不会抗拒人群，但是却不会对任何人投入过多心思。你害怕寂寞，不适合独自一人，独自一人时往往会让你觉得更加寂寞和无助。&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;但是你又不愿意被人贴得过近&lt;/u&gt;，希望能够保留很大的个人空间。&lt;/span&gt;这样的你，心里总是会空着很多位置，为日后可能遇到的人做出准备。但是，能够走进你心里的人却并不多，因此有时你会觉得内心空旷寂寥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/STom8b8GIyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DwMZH_CEmDU/s1600-h/emptyheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: pointer" 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type='text'>Perhaps, my memories are stored in my hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Snipped off my long hair for 6 years yesterday - something i've been thinking about doing for quite some time, but was hesitant when i thought of its nostalgic implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you wanna go for it? so you really wanna go for it? do you need a moment or two to think about it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya. no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's like a path of no return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ha. hmm."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so the tresses fell to the floor. i watched them being swept away through a mirror, only to realise that nostalgia is not caused by being sentimental; it's simply stubborn. blindly stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it. loving the new hairstyle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/STGrO8GaJzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ySs1HOz-LgI/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/STGrO8GaJzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ySs1HOz-LgI/s320/new+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274184911767086898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-8052057231248085706?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/8052057231248085706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=8052057231248085706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7928924037157206991</id><published>2008-11-18T05:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:36:55.378-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>And the cold tears just swelled up again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sometimes, all it takes is just one simple line. you'd be surprised whom it was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/austinconvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 212px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/austinconvo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i can't recall when did my tears turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after talking to you for so long&lt;br /&gt;seems like all you want is someone to accompany you&lt;br /&gt;and give you a bit of affection&lt;br /&gt;and keep things simple&lt;br /&gt;u hate complicated things&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... distance is the greatest defense, you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7928924037157206991?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7928924037157206991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7928924037157206991' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and songs'/><title type='text'>A bad/good person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;「宁愿爱一点不剩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也不忍看恋人爱成路人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是好人... 也是个坏人.」&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7986493891098751291?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7986493891098751291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7986493891098751291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7986493891098751291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7986493891098751291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/11/badgood-person.html' title='A bad/good person...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-721450379713746655</id><published>2008-11-05T02:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:38:07.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Maturity is such a ... lonely word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you've been smiling...you've always been smiling, smiling through heartbreaks &amp;amp; loneliness. is it a conundrum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always want to know how it's like to be...unfeeling. is it a state of absolute tranquility? that inner peace which i long yearn to achieve? for all i know, i'm willing to trade all my happiness for that peacefulness. just when i thought that i had found enough proof to shut my heart, the little voice spoke up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"may be... it's different... this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time i came to realise that even being a coward needs to have a great deal of courage. &amp;amp; i don't even have that amount of courage to avoid the pain. is it the glorified devilish desire commonly known as... hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more wisdom. i need a lot more wisdom to fall with dignity... or rather to face it with dignity every time i fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you just have to keep smiling, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-721450379713746655?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/721450379713746655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=721450379713746655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/721450379713746655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/721450379713746655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/11/maturity-is-such-lonely-word.html' title='Maturity is such a ... lonely word.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6496206036495746227</id><published>2008-10-15T01:47:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:38:52.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>消えない愛があるなら</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;「&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;消えない愛があるなら&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's an allegory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she thought her feelings run deep in the memories of those days, but the passing days prove them to be, in fact, really...really shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6496206036495746227?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6496206036495746227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6496206036495746227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6496206036495746227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've never quite understood the intrinsic value of memories. i still don't. if it's for survival, it should be programmed to retain the most crucial information instead of those fiddling &amp;amp; elusive pieces that may have even ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it's why i fall in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;'s books. it started with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/span&gt; -the very second that i set my eyes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all sensation is already memory&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so much so for living in the present. it's all the ripple effect of the past. when i feel the pain, the tears, the smile, the love, i'm supposed to be mourning for the death of their cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't find the blunt courage to finish dialing the numbers; the impulse that's long gone from the moment i replaced all words &amp;amp; emotions with one simple smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5597304248754348826?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5597304248754348826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5597304248754348826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5597304248754348826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5597304248754348826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-they-warm-me-up-tear-me-apart-too.html' title='So they warm me up &amp; tear me apart too.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5153002556786360514</id><published>2008-09-17T00:51:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:39:43.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech and gadgets'/><title type='text'>I've escaped the iPhone conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; got myself the new iPod Touch 2G instead of forking out US$2000, merely for its extra calling function &amp;amp; the unimpressive camera, over a span of 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone 3G is useful; the AT&amp;amp;T 3G plan is not. plus, my undying love for the Sony Ericsson mobile phones is simply...not dead. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SNCDNHj0CeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZCoZuimD4R4/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SNCDNHj0CeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZCoZuimD4R4/s400/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246837827277425122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my engraved name seems to shine in the photo. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SNSTfujnUpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-lbCGYnecXg/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SNSTfujnUpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-lbCGYnecXg/s320/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247981639076106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5153002556786360514?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5153002556786360514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5153002556786360514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5153002556786360514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5153002556786360514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-escaped-iphone-conspiracy.html' title='I&apos;ve escaped the iPhone conspiracy'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SNCDNHj0CeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZCoZuimD4R4/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7043606824424572398</id><published>2008-08-27T20:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:40:36.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books and movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>"It's not as if I can't live without..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Paradise Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a short yet heart-wrenching manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyw9MY5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5X2kD3VyJcE/s1600-h/parakiss_quote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyw9MY5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5X2kD3VyJcE/s400/parakiss_quote1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239079189412898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's not as if I can't live without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;George&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Streets are still filled with people today; my life is fulfilling and busy as usual; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do the things I see appear to be in black &amp;amp; white suddenly?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyqdbySEI/AAAAAAAAACw/c7ki-r76np0/s1600-h/parakiss_quote2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyqdbySEI/AAAAAAAAACw/c7ki-r76np0/s400/parakiss_quote2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239079077808326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The monochrome view has been splashed with vibrant colours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyke5814I/AAAAAAAAACo/JxmwVLXlNfc/s1600-h/parakiss_quote3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyke5814I/AAAAAAAAACo/JxmwVLXlNfc/s400/parakiss_quote3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239078975124068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This is the meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;George&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s existence to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though our separated paths may not cross again in future, the meaning will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7043606824424572398?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7043606824424572398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7043606824424572398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7043606824424572398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7043606824424572398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-as-if-i-cant-live-without.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s not as if I can&apos;t live without...&quot;'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SLTyw9MY5RI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5X2kD3VyJcE/s72-c/parakiss_quote1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-1354679541464082931</id><published>2008-08-17T22:33:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:41:01.763-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Leeching on the happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jelly has nailed it - apparently, i'm leeching on someone's happiness. or rather, the happiness that's brought on by someone.  whatever. but why do i feel a twinge of guilt? zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to go back to miami. it's... great. it's... wonderful. it's... WOW, i'm outta words. =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"...Ever wonder if u love the person or love the feeling of being in love? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"neither. u love urself, any second. hence u would fall in love with the person who is capable of satisfying most of your desires. hence the change in love, for ur desires change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O____o...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-1354679541464082931?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/1354679541464082931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=1354679541464082931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/1354679541464082931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/1354679541464082931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/08/leeching-on-happiness.html' title='Leeching on the happiness'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3282282574303410541</id><published>2008-08-13T23:23:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:41:21.023-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech and gadgets'/><title type='text'>All my dearests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;is it a tragedy if handphones are literally the closest entities to me ever since they crossed my life? perhaps...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the urge to reminisce my dearests all of a sudden. for some strange reasons, their diminished existence never seems fiddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 1st love - Motorola T191&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/t191g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/t191g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf no.2 - Nokia 3310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/nokia-3310.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/nokia-3310.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think EVERYONE used to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf no.3 - Motorola E380&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/e380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/e380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was drowned later. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf no.4 - Nokia 7210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/nokia7210.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/nokia7210.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bf no.5 - Sony Ericsson W800i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/W800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/W800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my CURRENT BF~ Sony Ericsson G900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/g900_darkred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/g900_darkred.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3282282574303410541?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3282282574303410541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3282282574303410541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3282282574303410541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3282282574303410541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-my-dearests.html' title='All my dearests...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/forums/th_t191g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4782985237262585892</id><published>2008-08-09T23:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:41:40.990-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech and gadgets'/><title type='text'>Finally, a new phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;got myself the Sony Ericsson G900 yesterday - the perfect smartphone which is ingeniously fused with elements from the normal phone, for the non-hardcore smartphone users. =muacks SE= i still love u for your balance btwn functionality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really lazy to make more efforts in sorting out my messy thoughts to form coherent sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.se-nse.net/wp-content/gallery/se-at-mobile-world-congress-2/G900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.se-nse.net/wp-content/gallery/se-at-mobile-world-congress-2/G900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i picked the red one. duh. more aptly put, it's maroon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4782985237262585892?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4782985237262585892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4782985237262585892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4782985237262585892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4782985237262585892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-new-phone.html' title='Finally, a new phone.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-246907724574825055</id><published>2008-08-01T15:45:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:42:02.273-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><title type='text'>Those footprints next to the waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh... forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SJGr5HdQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h7KqOE97yjI/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SJGr5HdQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h7KqOE97yjI/s400/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229149640096545410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;she thought tears are superficial; companionship is a by-product of self-serving desires; people are essentially different entities. she still thinks so. hence, she always wants to prove herself wrong-a glaring dissonance; a constant source of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but she refuses to accept her victory...&amp;amp; keeps trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the new month; the new semester; the new beginning.  (only if i had the power to vaporise the past... but i will make sure the past won't trespass into the present/future)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-246907724574825055?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/246907724574825055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=246907724574825055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/246907724574825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/246907724574825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/08/those-footprints-next-to-waves.html' title='Those footprints next to the waves'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SJGr5HdQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h7KqOE97yjI/s72-c/DSC00816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4338953787968339239</id><published>2008-07-21T10:30:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:42:28.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>.....Wake up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm losing it. i'm losing the desire, the hunger for excellence coz i seem to be at the honeymoon stage of my life. i have the licenses &amp;amp; the access to resources to do/get almost whatever i want. it's like savouring the sweetness of poison with full awareness of its fatality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;@#$%@%^!!!&lt;/strike&gt; crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta slap myself awake. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth cute. &lt;strike&gt;for JT &amp;amp; Jel&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;very random...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SISdmcC57KI/AAAAAAAAABw/D18GJ4k2cjo/s1600-h/let+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SISdmcC57KI/AAAAAAAAABw/D18GJ4k2cjo/s320/let+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225474751345585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-let-go.html"&gt;Stickgal blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4338953787968339239?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4338953787968339239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4338953787968339239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4338953787968339239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4338953787968339239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-losing-it.html' title='.....Wake up.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SISdmcC57KI/AAAAAAAAABw/D18GJ4k2cjo/s72-c/let+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2246060352898340449</id><published>2008-07-08T05:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:42:49.832-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>My hanabi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;想起你的拥抱 这感觉 短暂纪念 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I remember the way your hugs felt. A fleeting memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;在你我之间 有时说变就变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;就像烟火 下一秒消失不见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just like fireworks that disappear in a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;想起你的微笑 这画面 短暂纪念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I remember the way your smile looked. A fleeting memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;放在心里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;你说过的永远 留在昨天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The eternity you spoke of remains in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;就当它是 我最美的纪念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll treat it as my most beautiful memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it for the 1st time in a Boba Milk Tea shop near the Brooklyn Bridge, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;还有你陪我走过这一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  记忆中你 那些微笑的脸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;".....注定似过路人陌生&lt;br /&gt;你怎么手震...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...what's 手震???"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;a long shot. fade-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2246060352898340449?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2246060352898340449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2246060352898340449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2246060352898340449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2246060352898340449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-hanabi_08.html' title='My hanabi...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3333661246259523885</id><published>2008-07-02T04:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:43:51.563-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>We Can't Do Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;....... eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ol4VjaXUGT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ol4VjaXUGT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/woahw/music/L8xtS-RT/the_classic_11_we_cant_do_anythingmp3/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we? nvm... it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3333661246259523885?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3333661246259523885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3333661246259523885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3333661246259523885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3333661246259523885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-cant-do-anything.html' title='We Can&apos;t Do Anything'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-1873501135370461672</id><published>2008-06-19T04:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:44:12.337-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Before they wither...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;be buffled. even chiyogami flowers could shrivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if i should ever insist that they leave with you, would you tuck them in a corner of your luggage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you know i won't. being peremptory is simply not.... me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i guess... they would stay with me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SFoW4x1HU-I/AAAAAAAAABg/rXMKKB1-VD8/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SFoW4x1HU-I/AAAAAAAAABg/rXMKKB1-VD8/s400/DSC00800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213504683339371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-1873501135370461672?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SFoW4x1HU-I/AAAAAAAAABg/rXMKKB1-VD8/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-613036508845348371</id><published>2008-06-12T21:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:06:54.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>Crying for the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Moon Crying" is Koda Kumi's latest single. i'm sure the perplexing title has raised a few eyebrows. i, too, were puzzled by the seemingly irrelevant title... till i read through the lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逢いたい気持ちは&lt;br /&gt;どんなに伝えても 伝えきれない&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;言葉に出来ない想いを&lt;br /&gt;この歌で今伝えたい&lt;br /&gt;溢れ出した気持ちが届くなら&lt;br /&gt;君を想い 歌いたいよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a dream. to put it in a more glorified term, it's a 'wish'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ずっと　ずっと　側に居たい&lt;br /&gt;繋いだ手を離さないで…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's indeed crying for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has nagged me numerous times about going home but i simply brush it off, everytime, with such a shaky excuse- hate flying. i'm guilty of it in all sense. though, as long as it conceals my fear of confronting what i have lost in exchange of a winged me, i'm fine with it. yes, it's a phobia; the related symptoms are my disdain towards looking back and my selective amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having an epiphany about growing up when i tried to sort out my dilemma towards going back to Singapore. for once, it was pretty clear to me that i'm still the spoilt princess, emotion-wise, greedy and yearning for everything. yet i seem to have failed the first step in order to bear the weight of 'everything' - to be emotionless. (the credit goes to Kevin Q. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... enough of my emo rantings. i'm seriously looking forward to going to Canada with Jelly. hey, it's our 1st overseas trip in conjunction with the 10-year anniversary of our precious friendship! =puke= lol. omg. i feel old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i think i've hurt another person with my horrendously inexpressive communication skills. between taking care of his feelings and getting the meaning across, i've picked the latter. coz i know it prevents more heartaches in future.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;=sigh= i still can't end the entry on a happier note. =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-613036508845348371?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/613036508845348371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=613036508845348371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/613036508845348371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/613036508845348371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/06/crying-for-moon.html' title='Crying for the moon'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3682105435612807080</id><published>2008-06-10T00:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:45:10.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>... I really want to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;べつに&lt;span&gt;アレックス&lt;/span&gt;がいなくても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;この&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="JA"  style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"&gt;街&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;は今日も人で溢れてるし&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;あたしの毎日は充実してるし&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:200%;" lang="JA" &gt;何も変えわらないよ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;なのに&lt;span&gt;どうして&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="JA"  style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"&gt;急&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="JA"  style="font-family:宋体;font-size:130%;"&gt;景色&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" lang="JA" &gt;がモノクロに見えるんだろう??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3682105435612807080?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3682105435612807080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3682105435612807080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3682105435612807080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3682105435612807080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-want-to-say.html' title='... I really want to say'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5271893774835541431</id><published>2008-05-29T04:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:42:02.885-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;to give my blog a makeover... and i did it!! i've changed the layout, finally, after almost 3 years. coz everytime i intended to remove it, i was hit by a wave of nostalgia. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last glimpse at the layout for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blogss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/blogss.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed. nowadays... i'm only at peace with myself, emotion-wise, during sleep. &amp;amp; i can relive the moments  when he's not an ocean away; the gentleness in the touch of his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5271893774835541431?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5271893774835541431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5271893774835541431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5271893774835541431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5271893774835541431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5173363676772000698</id><published>2008-05-27T03:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:45:44.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Classic quotes 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;after Jelly made her ever so classic quotes about BGR back in &lt;a href="http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/09/classic-quote-of-my-buddy.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;... she did it again, ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jelconvo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/jelconvo.gif" alt="Convo w Jelly" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5173363676772000698?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5173363676772000698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5173363676772000698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5173363676772000698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5173363676772000698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/05/classic-quotes-2.html' title='Classic quotes 2'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3477908275520738250</id><published>2008-05-20T02:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:46:06.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>I wish it was a clear day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SE5STDbA1MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6F06EHqhUoQ/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210192306203841730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SE5STDbA1MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6F06EHqhUoQ/s400/DSC00949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we could have experienced the crimson sunset on the Golden Gate Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his warm hands, my sweet embraces, but no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;so i've tucked the warmth in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can he feels it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3477908275520738250?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3477908275520738250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3477908275520738250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3477908275520738250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3477908275520738250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-it-was-clear-day.html' title='I wish it was a clear day'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/SE5STDbA1MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6F06EHqhUoQ/s72-c/DSC00949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4963757227529948058</id><published>2008-05-06T02:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:46:27.870-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Someday? Someday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i stood by Lake Osceola for an hour again, watching breeze smooth out the edges of the glistening reflections in dark. the scene is still filled with serenity, exactly the same as the end of last semester, only i am different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing's leaving on wednesday. it begins to feel like her departure puts the long dued official full stop to my innocently blissful days. our scarce moments together, our seemingly detached friendship,  start to flash across my mind in montage. as someone wise suggests, it's our brain's way of mourning the diminishing past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it occurs to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how do i say 'goodbye' to someone whom, knowingly, i will not meet again, for life? especially someone i hold dear... how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid to say 'bye', not at all. juz let me turn around and walk away first. &amp;amp; i will make sure it happens, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=keywest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/keywest.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4963757227529948058?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4963757227529948058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4963757227529948058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4963757227529948058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4963757227529948058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/05/someday-somedayperhaps.html' title='Someday? Someday.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-1302896458856447655</id><published>2008-04-14T20:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:46:47.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday: happy tearing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;words can't do the magical night justice, of friends treated me dinner in Siam Lotus to celebrate my bday. never thought i would receive heaps of presents when simply driving down  to the restaurant (&amp;amp; drove me there) on sunday night alone made it one of the happiest days in the year. all the fluttering emotions, largely gratitudes, came down to tears despite my hatred towards such an apparent bimbotic &amp;amp; melodramatic behaviour. i'm so not used to crying in front of a close friend, let alone a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"happy tearing!"&lt;/span&gt; so Yejin said. what a perfect wish; one that easily lifts all traces of anguish. only if i could live the rest of my life tearing happily most of the time instead of crying, or worse, weeping without tears.&lt;br /&gt;hence a wish, not a hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they turned my desperate attempts in fighting back tears to a complete failure, especially him. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; expect him to pick up my casual convo &amp;amp; went through all the troubles to get me the AX top. &amp;amp; his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so does it make you like me less if i bought you the Lacoste polo? wow, it's such a value for money!"&lt;/span&gt; i guess the moment will always shine in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made myself a promise at the beginning of the year, and broke it after all the struggles. perhaps, for the first time, it's guilt-free, hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-1302896458856447655?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/1302896458856447655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=1302896458856447655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/1302896458856447655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/1302896458856447655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-bday-happy-tearing.html' title='Happy Bday: happy tearing!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2329907261839558887</id><published>2008-04-05T06:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:47:03.686-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The tragedy of being an INFJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;after taking the Myers-Briggs test for at least 3 times over 2 years and, i'm still INFJ, i guess i'm pretty much settled with the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer world and they are rarely at complete peace with themselves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;so i'm constantly at war with myself? great. so if i defeat my so called greatest enemy-myself, according to my parents, am i a winner or a loser? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring.&lt;/blockquote&gt;it's a double-edged sword. one that slashes with such silence to trap me in denial till my world turns crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. &lt;/blockquote&gt;.... i'm glad to be burdened with it coz i need to anchor my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2329907261839558887?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2329907261839558887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2329907261839558887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2329907261839558887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2329907261839558887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/04/tragedy-of-being-infj.html' title='The tragedy of being an INFJ'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5940193815417317581</id><published>2008-03-18T03:19:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:47:24.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I've left my heart in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brooklynbridge.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/brooklynbridge.jpg" alt="Brooklyn Bridge" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz came back from the best trip i've ever had with non-famiy members. it's probably due to the stark contrast with my previous trip, one that transformed my childhood dreamland-in-reality into a complete nightmare magically, all thanks to J*****'s malignant exploitation. oh well, what's there to lament... if everything turns out to be footprints on the seashore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip has warned me despite the cold weather. i'm closer to the past me/life; the life thrived before someone wrapped me with the barbed wires of hypocrisy;  the life sparkled with  laughters. for this, i'm grateful to the 3 kind souls who travelled with me and made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has become increasingly difficult to run the show - the masquerade of my life, simply for fear of getting hurt. i guess... being conniving is not in my blood afterall and hence, it would never be an acquired skill for me. isn't it kinda tragic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go back to NYC some time again, solely for the purpose of feeling the freezing wind slashes my face yet i'm incredibly warm inside out; to tread the path of the northern part of central park; to reach to the top of the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/empirestate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/empirestate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5940193815417317581?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5940193815417317581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5940193815417317581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5940193815417317581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5940193815417317581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-left-my-heart-in-nyc.html' title='I&apos;ve left my heart in NYC'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4381891036978650041</id><published>2008-03-01T18:28:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:53:47.839-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Hitsuzen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ひつぜん. or 必然 in kanji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, there's no direct english translation for this term. it can be interepreted loosely as the inevitable outcomes due to the decisions/actions involved. simply, there's no coincidence in the world but hitsuzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having such a strong sense of hitsuzen lately. it's a peculiar feeling, a trance inducing experience that sets my heart at ease. good times. such good times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by hope.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by faith.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we are saved by love.&lt;br /&gt;No virtuous act is quite a virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, we are saved by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; form of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; which is forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ Reinhold Niebuhri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;they have transcended forgiveness. i've exhausted my last bit of feelings into forgiving him, if there was anything left after last year dec. it surprises me to see myself gaining access to such wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess... it's worth it afterall. for all his hypocrisy, malevolence and exploitation, i'm on my way to master the top level of crystalline intelligence. thank you, dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/5058948-4381891036978650041?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4381891036978650041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4381891036978650041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4381891036978650041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4381891036978650041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/03/hitsuzen.html' title='Hitsuzen'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4538388724337530022</id><published>2008-02-14T23:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:55:27.904-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>Love's in the air~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel SO loved today.&lt;br /&gt;well, not that i'm the hopeless lovelorn on other days...but people seem to utter the sweetest things today. a guy, sitting across me in the lab, said i look like Tila Tequila; though i totally disagree with him, thanks anyway. LOL. then someone accompanied me throughout my tedious workout routine in the wellness centre; not to mention the candies, flowers and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt; teddy with roses.... yes,  a cuddly teddy bear with roses from an anonymous incredibly sweet soul. O___o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bear.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/bear.jpg" alt="mysterious bear" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could the person who left the bear in front of my door inform me who u r?? so that i can thank you, hug u and probably muack u... depending on your gender. pls...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; i've found out the sweet soul. 本当にありがとうね！！！＝）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=choco.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 426px; height: 345px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/choco.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you~ my dearest roomie. i'm SO fortunate to be living with you...really. -muacks-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4538388724337530022?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4538388724337530022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4538388724337530022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4538388724337530022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4538388724337530022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/02/loves-in-air.html' title='Love&apos;s in the air~'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3372402005739463882</id><published>2008-02-11T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:08:23.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Perhaps... It's why I leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;what are the chances of Jelly &amp;amp; i loving the same song and... putting it on loop on different sides of the world concurrently??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sss.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/sss.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱到疯了&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    恨到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;算了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    就好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;你以为爱 就是被爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assumed love is to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;你挥霍了我的崇拜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You squandered away my adoration for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;风筝有风&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For kite's alive because of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;海豚有海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolpin exists for the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;我存在 在我的存在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist, because of my existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;所以明白     所以离开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have understood, I have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;所以不再为爱而爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No longer had i loved for the sake of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3372402005739463882?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3372402005739463882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3372402005739463882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3372402005739463882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3372402005739463882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/02/perhaps-its-why-i-leave.html' title='Perhaps... It&apos;s why I leave'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-8405744204672423455</id><published>2008-01-22T00:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:09:02.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal resolutions for 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. finish &amp;amp; understand The Art of War to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apply to daily life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. always exude an aura of elegance. both physically &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 4.0 gpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. regain my 100lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; - trust is a relative concept but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; an absolute one. (thks Kevin Q. love u &amp;amp; ur advice. =D )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-8405744204672423455?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/8405744204672423455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=8405744204672423455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8405744204672423455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8405744204672423455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/01/formal-resolutions-for-2008.html' title='Formal resolutions for 2008'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5924732347933341655</id><published>2008-01-08T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:10:23.410-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>In observance of the unshed tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've been wondering if i should wail, at least once, to trail the SOP of dealing with emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it was taken for granted, to exploit with viciousness behind the facade of amicable relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, the fragile and malevolent-inclined connection shared by most people has raised my pain threshold. perhaps, it is too painful for me to shed tears. perhaps, my subconscious mind deems it unworthy of my precious tears all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it was a lie right from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i've yet to figure out the answer, i'm a huge step away from glancing the world through my rose-tinted glasses; i've checked another box of the life events; most importantly, i've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; it was laughable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be a great year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 IS a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; year&lt;/span&gt;.  coz i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; so. and this... is my new year resolution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5924732347933341655?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5924732347933341655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5924732347933341655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5924732347933341655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5924732347933341655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-observance-of-unshed-tears.html' title='In observance of the unshed tears'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7598188725342078516</id><published>2007-12-21T02:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:17:18.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>I forget but not forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;I was so angry to stay ard him (&amp;amp; hence the grp of pple). N now I’ve to spend Mickey’s Xmas party all alone in Disney. I juz dun get it how does he bear to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;exploit&lt;/span&gt; a person who regards him as a true friend &amp;amp; treat him with respect &amp;amp; sincerity…?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY ROOMIE:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, ppl may seem nice &amp;amp; fine till they are given the opportunity to be selfish. U’d be surprised how many ppl if not all r selfish. it’s ridiculous! I couldn’t ever believe it. It’s so true that u have to search and search to find good ppl... and unselfish ppl. Sometimes and I say this from experience good ppl have to try hard to not b selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to take this as a learnin experience cuz what I had to realize is u cant put urself out there as much. Ur so nice and u did a lot 4 him and I hope he can appreciate it. But knowingly or not he took advantage of u. and he may not have meant to, but the fact is he did. U r something special and he couldn’t realize what he had. It’s up to him to change it but u can def find more loyal friends who will value and appreciate u. u may not realize it but u r unique. Ur so nice and that’s not as common as u think. May be it’s good that he’s leaving. It gives u a chance to make new friends and tho u should b nice not b too giving so ppl will take advantage of u. J and hopefully we can hang out more nxt sem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pple like my roomie, Jelly, Eel, Pea and Ape heal gushing wounds that are carved deep by people’s malignance and warm me when I’m freezing inside out. the world is not truly ugly, afterall, with their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being either forgiving or resentful are too energy consuming, therefore I choose to forget. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know I’m good at it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Xmas is coming... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Happy New Year to the loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7598188725342078516?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7598188725342078516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7598188725342078516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7598188725342078516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7598188725342078516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forget-but-not-forgive.html' title='I forget but not forgive'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2339006929194305831</id><published>2007-12-04T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:17:50.795-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Seeing the world through a crimson veil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;there's nothing like feeling tears freeze, literally, on the cheeks in a hot and sunny afternoon. it's... it's... ahh, i'm so lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of the exploitative relationship among people. and i turn to the sheltered bay where i anchor my heart but horrified to see it's beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw your nickname, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes The Dawn'&lt;/span&gt;.  you know, i'm convinced that you are psychic or telepathic sometimes to understand and ease my pain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without any form of communication&lt;/span&gt;. perhaps, this, as surreal and idealistic as it appears, is the connection that i seek in people. consequently, i give myself the opportunity to be disappointed again and again and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; because no one, no one that i know of, has mastered the skill of listening to the wind like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i fished through my email inbox, this popped up. and it brought me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/email_ss.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how grateful i am to know you... to sense that you are still the same you after all these unsettling years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2339006929194305831?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2339006929194305831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2339006929194305831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2339006929194305831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2339006929194305831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/12/seeing-world-through-crimson-veil.html' title='Seeing the world through a crimson veil'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2861031058233971547</id><published>2007-11-22T06:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:18:12.815-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Pain is inevitably real</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/hachi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/hachi.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;最初那一句台词  填补了寂寞位子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first opening line fills up the lonely space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;它不关年少无知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with being young and naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;谁都高估爱的价值&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone overestimates the value of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;开始结束 彷佛公式&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formulaic beginnings and endings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;痛难免真实...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is inevitably real...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2861031058233971547?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2861031058233971547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2861031058233971547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2861031058233971547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2861031058233971547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/11/pain-is-inevitably-real.html' title='Pain is inevitably real'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7600261925836869032</id><published>2007-11-21T04:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:18:50.724-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Listen to the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the existence of _____ only proven by clutching it in hands? when have we repudiated feeling, its density and perfume of emotions, as the solid evidence of its presence? to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until people have learnt to listen to the wind, they share the same concept of object permanence as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen... to the wind, not the rustling of leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7600261925836869032?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7600261925836869032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7600261925836869032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7600261925836869032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7600261925836869032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/11/listen-to-wind.html' title='Listen to the wind'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3408222371218100339</id><published>2007-11-14T04:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:19:08.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity AND degradation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the world is wondrous, if, and only if.&lt;br /&gt;The Little Prince would not return to his planet through a venomous snake bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, they exploit your kindness in mockery and attribute it to your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://left-unsaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I were one given to spite, perhaps I'd be getting along just fine with life. But I haven't learned, it seems, to believe the world truly ugly, and get prickly with my defenses.&lt;br /&gt;-anru&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope The Little Prince stays...with me... even when my heart shattered like glass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3408222371218100339?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3408222371218100339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3408222371218100339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3408222371218100339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3408222371218100339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/11/maturity-and-degradation.html' title='Maturity AND degradation'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-8199613782404643981</id><published>2007-11-06T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:00:51.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>To YOU, with empathy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;at the end of the day, everyone needs to perfect the skill of masking all sorrows &amp;amp; despairs with a smile. it’s not hypocrisy, not isolation but a mere act of kindness to yourself AND people around you. most of the time, we are so indulge in self-serving biasness to assume that we are the one and only one to endure the most amount of pain. has it ever occurred to u that what u saw and heard are only tips of the icebergs? how much does it take for a person to put behind glaciers of tears to be laughing with u?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;if it’s the case, do u bear to inflict more agony on those you love by pouring your share of it to them? I don’t… &amp;amp; I won’t.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; had I not been living on the other side of the globe, away from family &amp;amp; close friends, I would not see it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too often we presume friends &amp;amp; family are obligated to help us.&lt;br /&gt;too often we regard them to be compelled to take care of our emotional needs.&lt;br /&gt;too often we forget such act is a blessing &amp;amp; overlook it at our own apathy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if I sound judgmental. for the fortunate few (or unfortunate depending on how u see it) who contemplate the material world only, it may not be necessary to see this. But for the rest, I think it helps to ease possible feelings of seclusion &amp;amp; to adjust the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope u are happy most of the time. so do all of my few close friends. Seriously.&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ps. When it comes to bgr, if u’ve put in the amt of effort tt u feel it’s justifiable &amp;amp; it’s still not working, it’s time to let go. May be I’m too pessimistic but I seriously think for the level of risk &amp;amp; amt of output in any bgr, it’s not worth u investing so much time &amp;amp; energy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESPECIALLY if u r unhappy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-8199613782404643981?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/8199613782404643981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=8199613782404643981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8199613782404643981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/8199613782404643981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-you-with-empathy.html' title='To YOU, with empathy.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4006479433551682280</id><published>2007-10-19T06:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:19:51.017-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>The sands of time will keep your memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my dream ended abruptly and i woke up  just minutes ago.  feeling  disoriented coz once again, i could not recall  what the dream was yet i know... i KNOW it was the same dream that has been slipping in and away from my unconscious mind. recurring mysterious dream. oh well, that doesn't sound foreboding at all. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. it's 5.15am. nothing's more crucial than getting back to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i'm wide awake. had i not put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears&lt;/span&gt; on loop earlier tonight, i would still be sound asleep. somehow, i'm intoxicated by it. another masterpiece to my list of tear jerkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Loneliness, your silent whisper&lt;br /&gt;Fills a river of tears through the night&lt;br /&gt;Memory, you never let me cry&lt;br /&gt;And you, you never said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our tears blinded the love&lt;br /&gt;We lost our dreams along the way&lt;br /&gt;But i never thought you'd trade your soul to the fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time through the rain has set me free&lt;br /&gt;Sands of time will keep your memory&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to Brown, such phenomenon occurs because there's no retroactive interference. indeed, endings always brand themselves to my mind because there's nothing else to follow. i still can feel the scenes sizzling in motage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4006479433551682280?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4006479433551682280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4006479433551682280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4006479433551682280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4006479433551682280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/10/sands-of-time-will-keep-your-memory.html' title='The sands of time will keep your memory'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4726566496578358072</id><published>2007-09-28T20:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:20:19.406-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Friday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i begin to hate weekends. like, loathe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm literally gaping at what i've just typed. for all i know, i must have been possessed by ghosts or aliens to suggest the remotest contempt towards them. i used to live for the weekends. aha, i guess people do change. rather, i do change, even with the faintest possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;if separation begins the journey to my agony, i'm willing to tread the path &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; before the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intended to take a nap just now to ease my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; blues but ended up merely watching the fluffy clouds stretch towards the horizon. what a huge waste of my time considering that i sleep for an avg of less than 5 hrs per night only?! i think i need more sleep, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;how to segregate emotions from memories and watch them fade with a poker face? how? i want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it's an unconscious attempt to wear myself out so that i'm able to fall asleep instantly the moment i lie in bed. to refrain from thinking anything else except the school and...the school. haa.&lt;br /&gt;may be i should get a bolster to make myself love the bed more by feeling my own warmth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4726566496578358072?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4726566496578358072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4726566496578358072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4726566496578358072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4726566496578358072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-blues.html' title='Friday blues'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6763622089462466753</id><published>2007-09-16T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:21:17.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Sentimental attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; 押し寄せるこんな痛みに　&lt;br /&gt;どんな言い訳をすればいい...?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ばか。ルルちゃん。ばかばかばかばか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ねえ ______... あたし達の出会いを覚えてる..?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6763622089462466753?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6763622089462466753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6763622089462466753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6763622089462466753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6763622089462466753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/09/sentimental-attachment.html' title='Sentimental attachment'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4986612426089713940</id><published>2007-09-04T02:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:21:41.264-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Honesty is such a lonely word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can always find someone  to say they sympathize.&lt;br /&gt;If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want some pretty face  to tell me pretty lies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like there's a Pacman munching away at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deceive me...deceive me...to the freezing point of delusion volitionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numb. anaesthetic.  painless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4986612426089713940?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4986612426089713940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4986612426089713940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4986612426089713940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4986612426089713940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/09/honesty-is-such-lonely-word.html' title='Honesty is such a lonely word'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5057553050924877927</id><published>2007-08-13T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:22:05.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>Fields of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;some songs are magical.&lt;br /&gt;i sink into a trance-like state whenever i hear this song. the tranquil ambiance flows into my heart with the notes. it seeps in...deep. and the sentiments which i relate to it, though have nothing to do with the original message that the song intends to convey, always come back even after yrs. as they stay...and grow in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;いつか緑の朝に&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;someday, on a green morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつか辿り着けると&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;someday, we will make it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冬枯れた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;where winter withers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この空を信じているから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;because we believe in this sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of Hope...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and i can't stand it but to grumble about the translation on most of the english anime lyrics sites. it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; sounds like fresh from Babel Fish. to make things worse, they can't even get the japanese part correct in the first place. geez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5057553050924877927?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5057553050924877927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5057553050924877927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5057553050924877927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5057553050924877927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/08/fields-of-hope.html' title='Fields of Hope'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3371231469718953916</id><published>2007-08-12T12:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:22:24.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Memory graveyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;love buried xyz in the graveyard of my memory as "friends" in the name of "friendship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pay a lot of respect to the dead and make sure they are not disturbed... and stay dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rip. rip. rip. rip. rip. rIP, pls.&lt;br /&gt;i would bring you a bouquet of flowers every yr if you wish so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only pains when i need to face it...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3371231469718953916?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3371231469718953916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3371231469718953916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3371231469718953916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3371231469718953916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/08/memory-graveyard.html' title='Memory graveyard'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4824167891698396546</id><published>2007-08-10T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:22:43.976-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The facade of optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;your remark about my affinity for smiling still disturbs me. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affinity&lt;/span&gt; for smiling... i smile because it encompasses all my emotions &amp; words, presented in a most welcomed way. yet hardly anyone apprehends it, or even notices it. not even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sry that i can't hide my tone of disappointment. after so many yrs...after all those things... you have yet to realise that smiling is an ability i've developed for dealing with incapacitated situations. it's an armour, a camouflage, whatever it's called to conceal my real feelings and thoughts. i hate to turn one of the instinctive behaviours into something so... complex. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...think i shall stop before i snap...before my split personality starts to surface. haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;divider&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Ape's entry that she was pitying herself for not able to find anyone to confide in when she's truly depress. i guess... it's more or less the same for everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no matter how close mentally, spiritually or physically two pple are, they are still two entities. two entities with their own territories and there's no way of merging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even shared boundary entities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chanced upon Angela Aki's "Kiss me Goodbye" juz now . somehow, it still brings tears to my eyes. zzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4824167891698396546?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4824167891698396546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4824167891698396546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4824167891698396546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4824167891698396546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/08/facade-of-optimism.html' title='The facade of optimism'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-358683091434006195</id><published>2007-08-02T01:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:23:40.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books and movies'/><title type='text'>Everyone was once Harry, Ron AND Hermione…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;at some point of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;then we lost it through the process of adapting to the world. ……. the funny thing is that the more i know, the less i believe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it’s a story about what you believe…or rather, sustaining your belief when it probably brings heaven and hell at the same time. putting aside any regards for level of maturity or intelligence, believeing is happiness. well, most of the times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i miss the time when i assume Barbie doll’s hair will grow back after i snipped it. i miss the time when i bawled for weeks for the death of a manga/anime character as if he/she did exist. i miss the time when i believe all my bday wishes will come true with one blow at the candles. when love made my world go round and my world mainly consisted of 3 things. The rest were my wild musings and… my believes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then it hit me hard - everytime when i start to believe, something’s ripped from me. it’s tough, so tough when the sickening cycle just repeats time after time. Harry is a fortunate boy. he has his strong belief and the buddies and rivals lay clearly in front of him. i believe, i do believe i can defeat my VoldemortS, both in physical or intangible forms, in time. but sometimes the problem is… who is Voldemort? what should be considered as "Which-Must-Not-Be-Named"? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still feel small when i stand beside the ocean&lt;/span&gt;. i still believe a lot of things, beautiful things...like the Little Prince does. even if it means hell to me, i will "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;build a heaven in hell’s despair&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;gotta love William Blake’s poem. one of my all time favourites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Obliviate".&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/5058948-358683091434006195?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/358683091434006195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=358683091434006195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/358683091434006195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/358683091434006195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/08/everyone-was-once-harry-ron-and.html' title='Everyone was once Harry, Ron AND Hermione…'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4101183090777917153</id><published>2007-06-25T10:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:24:15.005-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Jelly with horns &amp; a pitchfork</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the demonic devilish devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz got the solid evidence of the satanized Jelly emitting evil aura. unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the perspective, the angelic Lu is -cough- clobbered THIS TIME since Jelly... may juz happen to be speaking the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/zzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4101183090777917153?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4101183090777917153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4101183090777917153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4101183090777917153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4101183090777917153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/06/jelly-with-horns-fork.html' title='Jelly with horns &amp; a pitchfork'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6332138692691678371</id><published>2007-06-20T16:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:24:33.409-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umi'/><title type='text'>Soliloquy of a cave woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the electronically dead cave woman dubbed by Ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the supposedly tenacious memories&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/feelings&lt;/span&gt; are in fact so readily forgotten. did i constantly shuffle the priority wrongly and remember the wrong things? may be&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; may be... i'm never a sentimental person like what i , and probably the rest of the world too, thought. 'sentimental' is merely an excuse for my fickle emotions. as it kinda reduces the sense of guilt towards everyone, especially myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can't be the latter. it just can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i still stubbornly believe that the past is non-existent if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-no one-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;hmm... so what form would i take in your memories if i didn't slip away unconsciously x yrs later? haa. for me, it will always be the image of you, in that maroon pullover, staring at the comp. and... the way you talked to me when you were leaning against the bed on the left. why does the r/s montage is always filled with trifling moments? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Give me your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you my tenderness"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here comes the honorable divider&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go Sentosa in july... probably for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;anyone...? anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6332138692691678371?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6332138692691678371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6332138692691678371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6332138692691678371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6332138692691678371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2007/06/soliloquy-of-cave-woman.html' title='Soliloquy of a cave woman'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4601894723025039257</id><published>2006-11-06T01:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:24:54.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>残念。</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/gal3-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/gal3-2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;残念です...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will empathise with my silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what hurts the most seeing my dad off at the Changi Airport x times per year.  i seriously know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4601894723025039257?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4601894723025039257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4601894723025039257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4601894723025039257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4601894723025039257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='残念。'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2182842865900475737</id><published>2006-11-03T18:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:27:47.604-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>The Door of the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it is the real painful truth,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep everything close to my heart without averting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk on,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the distorted barrier towards the door of the stars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;目をそらさずに     全てこの胸に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;刺さる真実ならば&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;歩いていこう     歪み塞がれた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;星の扉の向こう…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;星の扉の向こう…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;星の扉の向こう…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the door of the stars...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoshi no Tobira&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honoo no Tobira&lt;/span&gt;. both the music and the lyrics. nope, it should be especially the music. melodious and grand, yet not over the top. most importantly, it kinda inspires the sense of courage and persistence that suit the lyrics perfectly... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my feelings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honoo no Tobira&lt;/span&gt; has awesome prelude though. just the prelude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it is the real painful truth,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep everything close to my heart without averting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk on,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the distorted barrier towards the door of the stars...&lt;/blockquote&gt;i see the door of the stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2182842865900475737?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2182842865900475737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2182842865900475737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2182842865900475737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2182842865900475737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/11/door-of-stars.html' title='The Door of the Stars'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4750465824538084453</id><published>2006-10-31T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:28:40.990-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>"Guys are..." by Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;October 31st, 2006 07:11 am&lt;br /&gt;guys are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh-i-think-i-am-so-damn-great&lt;br /&gt;egoisitc&lt;br /&gt;assholic&lt;br /&gt;jackasses&lt;br /&gt;jerks&lt;br /&gt;shitheads&lt;br /&gt;i-am-always-right-you-biatch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADAMS&lt;/span&gt; should all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GUYS LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO FUCKING GIVE ME TROUBLES ALL GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FUCKING HEART, AND IT CANT WITHSTAND SO MANY BREAKS LAR. WTH. ALL GO AND DIE CAN! THANKS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pea&lt;/span&gt; really speaks my mind sometimes.  and u've helped me to vent the frustrations verbally when i won't/can't/unable to do so due to various reasons like personalities &amp;amp; crap. =cheers for Pea's latest entry=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i love u so much. ROFL~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4750465824538084453?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tabulas.com/~angelcrisis/' title='&quot;Guys are...&quot; by Pea'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4750465824538084453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4750465824538084453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4750465824538084453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4750465824538084453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/10/guys-are-by-pea.html' title='&quot;Guys are...&quot; by Pea'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7851717910958973633</id><published>2006-10-25T13:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:29:10.362-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Relics from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/1600/ticket%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/320/ticket%201.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/1600/ticket%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/320/ticket%202.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the dates.&lt;br /&gt;well, they are not antiques... but considering the fact that the tickets are made of thermal paper and they still exist for me to scan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, it's truely amazing.  the interesting thing is, i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MEMORY&lt;/span&gt; of retaining them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the feeling of relics from the past trespassing into my present... like they just barge in suddenly. though not unpleasant, it's very surprising. i was literally gaping at the tickets when they popped up as i was clearing up my stuffs just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia? n.a.h. ha. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7851717910958973633?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7851717910958973633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7851717910958973633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7851717910958973633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7851717910958973633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/10/relics-from-past.html' title='Relics from the past'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-2731587755964617887</id><published>2006-10-23T18:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:29:42.457-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;mood: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/wind.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;arigatou&lt;br /&gt;ありがとう&lt;br /&gt;谢谢&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-2731587755964617887?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/2731587755964617887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=2731587755964617887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2731587755964617887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/2731587755964617887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-5292288601726812597</id><published>2006-10-14T16:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:31:24.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>Kiss Me Good-bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiss me good-bye, love’s memory&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart and find your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shed a tear, for love’s mortality&lt;br /&gt;For you put the dream in my reality&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss me good-bye 泣かない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたを愛せたから&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss me good-bye, love’s memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You put the dream in my reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kiss me good-bye さようなら.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.fuhnie.com/wp-content/plugins/audio-player/player.swf" width="290" height="24" id="audioplayer1"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.fuhnie.com/wp-content/plugins/audio-player/player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xf8f8f8&amp;amp;leftbg=0xeeeeee&amp;amp;lefticon=0x666666&amp;amp;rightbg=0xcccccc&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x999999&amp;amp;righticon=0x666666&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xffffff&amp;amp;text=0x666666&amp;amp;slider=0x666666&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0x666666&amp;amp;loader=0x9FFFB8&amp;amp;soundFile=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fuhnie.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2006%2F09%2Fangela_aki_kiss_me_goodbye_english.mp3" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFF3F5" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(the english version only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta adore Angela Aki's voice and Nobuo Uematsu's music. absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-5292288601726812597?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/5292288601726812597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=5292288601726812597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5292288601726812597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/5292288601726812597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/10/kiss-me-good-bye.html' title='Kiss Me Good-bye'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4786858988525782158</id><published>2006-10-02T16:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:31:50.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Slap myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel like slapping myself for ignoring Jelly's warning indulgently mths ago. i feel like slapping myself for me being over confident with my ability of selective amnesia. i feel like slapping myself for not adopting Pea &amp; Eel's advice.  =pia pia pia= dumb Lu dumb Lu DUMB LU.  see... your retribution for not trying hard enough to listen to your friends is paid in litres of tears. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ichi rittoru no namida&lt;/span&gt;.  zZZZzzZZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... GET A GRIP LU. damnit. stop behaving like an emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and start learning from Jelly to be emotionless and accept it with your poker face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, i'm in super foul mood like Pea. emotions are definitely infectious. i shall go out with Eel some day to pass the virus of gloom around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4786858988525782158?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4786858988525782158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4786858988525782158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4786858988525782158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4786858988525782158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/10/slap-myself.html' title='Slap myself...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-4068520684516271290</id><published>2006-09-29T14:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:32:17.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>THE Classic quote of my buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;::Jel:: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that's y pple break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Jel:: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cos that pt of time shifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Jel:: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;den pple wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Jel:: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and find themselves in a jialat situation..and realised..what tot to be bill gate..was actually a sch gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Jelly: 30/9/06@1.52am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-4068520684516271290?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/4068520684516271290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=4068520684516271290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4068520684516271290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/4068520684516271290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/09/classic-quote-of-my-buddy.html' title='THE Classic quote of my buddy'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-6625669784746585020</id><published>2006-09-24T15:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:32:34.832-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Accompany you to the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;she will accompany you till she has to leave or used up the last bit of her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;feelings&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; patience. then she will vanish and you will retrieve your peace. haaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="kanji"&gt;真実と現実の全てから目を反らさずに&lt;br /&gt;生きていく証にすればいい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" class="complap" &gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt; I should think of you as proof that I live&lt;br /&gt;without taking my eyes off of truth and reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;memories are designed to fade. they are only tenacious when people start to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-6625669784746585020?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/6625669784746585020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=6625669784746585020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6625669784746585020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/6625669784746585020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/09/accompany-u-to-end.html' title='Accompany you to the end'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-3357181693165784252</id><published>2006-09-12T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:32:52.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;if i could collect all the tears that i've shed for the past 2 or 3 mths, the amount is enough to save my cousin's fish from the chlorinated water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is simply n-o-t  m-y  y-e-a-r. so much for the optimistic and mentally strong me. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. i don't cry, it's just my eyes are tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-3357181693165784252?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/3357181693165784252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=3357181693165784252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3357181693165784252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/3357181693165784252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/09/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-7716030050534127515</id><published>2006-09-04T12:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:33:12.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><title type='text'>Rebonding is still more suitable for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;especially for lazy people like me. it's so hard to maintain the spiral curls of the ceramic perm cos i can't comb my hair.  and after 7 mths of draping over my head, the curls begin to loosen up.  and when i get my hair trimmed short, the curls will be cut away too leaving me with the messy-and-not-so-curly-wiggly locks. =___________="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so i decided to rebond... and realised may be i should stick to rebonding all the time. ceramic perm is gorgeous but it needs too much attention to maintain the look. i need to get a nice haircut too... preferably the style in the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/1600/hair.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4484/617/200/hair.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT MY PIC&lt;/span&gt;. let's see if i can get this hairstyle (not the colour) eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the refreshing feeling of a new hairstyle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i get to seal my past sorrows in the curly locks that have been cut away? do i....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-7716030050534127515?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/7716030050534127515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=7716030050534127515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7716030050534127515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/7716030050534127515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/09/rebonding-is-still-more-suitable-for-me.html' title='Rebonding is still more suitable for me'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115638950344820884</id><published>2006-08-23T22:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:33:32.954-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>If only everything really was in Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;both literally and metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no grey areas pls.  and everything's clear-cut with distinct contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind giving up on pink for the dull but glaring combination.  at least i get to live in true and simple bliss instead of being delusional colourful.  it's soooooo hard to be happy now though happiness used to be just a candy or a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wont ever crack my brain to ponder if i did the right thing. it leads to lethargy for me, not the common concept of brain activity is proportional to intelligence.  also, it BLOODY HURTS to get involved in such ambiguous situations sometimes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mentally exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115638950344820884?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115584998414373769</id><published>2006-08-17T18:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:35:08.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Till a time I can say that I liked you but never will again</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll pack you up in a pretty box, put you away in a corner, till time passes and dust collects and maturity lifts my rose-tinted glasses; till naivety gives way to disillusionment; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till i can face this with my poker face and find my emotions separate from my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till a time I can say, perhaps to an unworthy audience, that I &lt;strike&gt;loved&lt;/strike&gt;* liked you but never will again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-part of &lt;a href="http://left-unsaid.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-i-think-i-dreamt-beautiful.html"&gt;anru's entry&lt;/a&gt; that speaks my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;*it's ostensible. apparently when it comes to relationships among people, love only exists among family members and friends who are like family members. anru, sorry to say that i disagree with you on this. =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115584998414373769?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115584998414373769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115584998414373769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115584998414373769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115584998414373769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/08/till-time-i-can-say-that-i-liked-you_18.html' title='Till a time I can say that I liked you but never will again'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115498534827502842</id><published>2006-08-07T15:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:35:39.378-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics and songs'/><title type='text'>ETERNAL SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the BEST melancholic anime song... ever.  both the music and the lyrics are simply beautiful. too bad the english translation that appears on most of the sites sucks. some of the lines don't even make sense. it feels like reading stuffs from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babel Fish&lt;/span&gt; directly =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i've found the more accurate translation from the anime's subtitles.  i shall post it since it really suits my mood, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ETERNAL SNOW&lt;/span&gt; (from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full Moon wo Sagashite&lt;/span&gt;) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Changin' My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君を好きになって &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; どれくらい経つのかナ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how long has it been since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;気持ち 膨らんでゆくばかりで&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings have been only getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;君は この思い気付いているのかナ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... have you realised how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一度も言葉には してないけど&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've never said a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 雪のように ただ静かに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like snowflakes drifting... quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 降り積もり つづけてゆく&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing to pile up higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hold me tight  こんな思いなら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight... if this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 誰かを好きになる気持ち&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of falling in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 知りたくなかったよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to know this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;涙止まらない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I can't stop my tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; こんなんじゃ 君のこと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, then you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 知らずにいれば 良かったよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should never have come into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 君をいつまで 思っているのかナ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... how long will I keep thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ため息が窓ガラス 曇らせた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sighs are fogging up the window glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 揺れる心 灯すキャンドルで&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trembling heart is next to the lit candle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 今溶かして ゆけないかナ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and melting now. I wonder... will it survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hold me tight 折れるほど強く&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight. So tight that I might break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 木枯らし 吹雪に出会っても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that when we meet in the frigid gale of a blizzard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 寒くないようにと&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be cold anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I miss you 君を思うたび&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Everytime I think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 編みかけの このマフラー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this hand-knit muffler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今夜も一人 抱きしめるよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, holding myself again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 永遠に 降る雪があるなら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the snow keeps on falling forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 君へと続くこの思い 隠せるのかナ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it cover up my feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hold me tight こんな思いなら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight... if this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 誰かを好きになる気持ち&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of falling in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;知りたくなかったよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to know this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love you 胸に込み上げる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... it's filling up my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 冬空に叫びたい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout to the winter sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 今すぐ君に 会いたいよ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115498534827502842?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115498534827502842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115498534827502842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115498534827502842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115498534827502842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/08/eternal-snow.html' title='ETERNAL SNOW'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115290750176673425</id><published>2006-07-14T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:36:11.392-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>I've violated the rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've violated the most important rule in an ambiguous relationship. that is to let its uncertainties affect my mood... or rather, affect my thoughts.  it feels like something...&lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt;..whatever ... is invading my brain. =.=" well, as the penalty, i will send myself out of the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-MIA &lt;strike&gt;until the feelings disppear&lt;/strike&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbo Jelly shall keep it to herself unless i'm no longer in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pea i'm really sorry. gomen nasai. dui bu qi.  &gt;_&lt; i will sms you another time to tell you what happened.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soukyuu no Fafner&lt;/span&gt; is the most awesome anime that i've seen recently.&lt;br /&gt;white PSP is the hottest thing i've ever held in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;ya i know there's no link..oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115290750176673425?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115290750176673425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115290750176673425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115290750176673425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115290750176673425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-violated-rule.html' title='I&apos;ve violated the rule'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115246422133574108</id><published>2006-07-09T13:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:36:31.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>What's wrong with us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i must be mentally unstable lately to keep talking and meeting up the person whom i hate. in fact, it's more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we hate each other&lt;/span&gt;... supposedly =.=" i have totally no idea why this is happening though. shall i call this 'behaviour deviation' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope someone's kind enough to enlighten me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115246422133574108?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115246422133574108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115246422133574108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115246422133574108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115246422133574108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-wrong-with-us.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with us?'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115211134594053320</id><published>2006-07-05T11:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:36:45.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>... I need a memory wipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;how i wish my brain is 1 gigantic memory card. So i won't get choked by my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i realised when a person died, all the related memories of him will become so... elusive.&lt;/span&gt; the past feels surreal. was it in my head only or it did happen?? and i can't stop wondering what was the last thing on his mind seconds before his heart stopped beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lonely all of a sudden. it doesn't help even when i'm surrounded by people or walking along Orchard road. it's the feeling of emptiness that gets stronger as day of his wake approaches. i'm so lonely... lonely .... lonely... lonely... lonely... lonely... lonely... lonely and i doubt anyone can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115211134594053320?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115211134594053320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115211134594053320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115211134594053320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115211134594053320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-memory-wipe.html' title='... I need a memory wipe'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115133430119281897</id><published>2006-06-26T11:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:04.360-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>LMAO LMAO LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this is plain hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;thks~  darling Pea for capturing classic convo like this. LOL. i laughed till i have stomach cramps, literally. WH, u have a gift for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;credits: Pea's blog~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/lol1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with matured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; and i? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/lol2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pea is evil... as usual. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gotta be joke of the mth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO offence&lt;/span&gt;... just really... funny, somehow. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115133430119281897?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115133430119281897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115133430119281897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115133430119281897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115133430119281897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/06/lmao-lmao-lmao.html' title='LMAO LMAO LMAO'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-115100563336981592</id><published>2006-06-22T16:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:21.030-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>f2 everyone.. F2~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/1600/guild.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/400/guild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F2~~~~~~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 1/3 of the guild and ALL leaders were offline when the screenshot is taken. =.= oh well... it's the only guild group SS i have. so i shall post it on my blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeee im in the centre with darling Pea on my right~~~! too bad my name is blocked by the stupid ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno who's on my left though. lalala... XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-115100563336981592?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/115100563336981592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=115100563336981592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115100563336981592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/115100563336981592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/06/f2-everyone-f2.html' title='f2 everyone.. F2~!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114988375361847293</id><published>2006-06-09T16:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:36.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>My Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. To be happy&lt;br /&gt;2. To be happy&lt;br /&gt;3. To be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 simple words, 3 wishes and thousands of impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've finally realised that personalities divide people into different worlds. not groups but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worlds&lt;/span&gt;. fine... i will accept this and move on. how dumb i can be to take such a long time in order to see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more reason to top up the list of impossibilities. heck. i will still mourn my foolishness for a while... afterall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do have feelings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114988375361847293?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114988375361847293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114988375361847293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114988375361847293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114988375361847293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-wishes.html' title='My Wishes'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114728340177278896</id><published>2006-05-10T14:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:50.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current state'/><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm going out of the town for a while. so sad.. i will miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jelly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eel &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ape&lt;/span&gt;. -sobs- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all about the mind &amp; the (L):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;" &gt;eh..pull yourself out  leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;" &gt;with _____ really no  outcome one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ya i'm going to... pull myself out of the pit before i get trapped. or may be i'm already trapped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114728340177278896?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114728340177278896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114728340177278896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114728340177278896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114728340177278896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/05/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114674749085283772</id><published>2006-05-04T09:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:38:07.446-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lu's status: =MIA=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu's mood: bad. beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons: family related &amp; some other stuffs. she doesn't feel like mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azeari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; although Lu's 99.9% sure that u won't be able to see this, she still wants to say that she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; dao-ing u. she just needs to keep a distance away from u before doing anything stupid(or making stupid decisions) with her chaotic mind.&lt;br /&gt;hope u will understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114674749085283772?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114674749085283772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114674749085283772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114674749085283772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114674749085283772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/05/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114523378561813620</id><published>2006-04-16T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:38:22.255-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech and gadgets'/><title type='text'>My new phone~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;is the one that i've posted a pic a few entries before. it really kicks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;'s butt by having such amazing sound qualities. Not to mention the 512mb memory card with 32mb internal memory...  as i can easily upgrade the memory card to 1gb or 2gb since it's compatible with the digicams at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing camera too.. since it take better pic than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nokia N90 Carl Zeiss&lt;/span&gt; lens according to the reviews at tech sites. O____o!  i gotta love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt; now...   like my parents as the loyal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt; customers. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hop around* for dumping MY MUM's (not even mine as my phone rolled into the toilet bowl) ancient phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114523378561813620?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114523378561813620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114523378561813620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114523378561813620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114523378561813620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-phone.html' title='My new phone~~~'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114434500751752385</id><published>2006-04-06T14:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:38:37.695-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Suffocated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;by memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... it's april... again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estranged... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the memories&lt;/span&gt; and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114434500751752385?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114434500751752385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114434500751752385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114434500751752385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114434500751752385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/04/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated...'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-114391517705189253</id><published>2006-04-01T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:39:33.974-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The classic quotes btwn Fish and Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fish: You can't see my tears because I'm in water.&lt;br /&gt;Water: I can feel your tears because you are in my heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's short yet touching.  a gal put it as her siggy in a forum and it caught my attention immediately.  read it a few times to feel the meanings seeping into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dust off the spider webs*&lt;br /&gt;Pea and Eel have been whining for days about my desolated blog. here i am... plunking a nice quote to scare off the bugs. muahahaha~~~   actually, i intend to update it ytd. however, since it was april fools' day... i shall not make my major comeback looks like a prank. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no intention of writing anything about my life. cos it's just like the tear jerker Jdrama i've just watched --- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 littoru no namida&lt;/span&gt;. (thks Jelly for reminding me this. LOL -.-) i hope i won't get drowned in my own tears... ahahahaha~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. my assassin has been lvl50 for weeks. ZZZzzzzZZZzzz....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-114391517705189253?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/114391517705189253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=114391517705189253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114391517705189253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/114391517705189253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/04/classic-quotes-btwn-fish-and-water.html' title='The classic quotes btwn Fish and Water'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-113880226222835497</id><published>2006-02-01T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:40:13.164-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><title type='text'>MY new hair!!! MY NEW hair!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i think i'm insane recently... anyway, i'm quite sick of my long straight hair look (i have that hair since sec 3)... so i went to perm my hair today. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the ceramic perm at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jean Yip&lt;/span&gt;.  the hair stylist, Jeff, kept saying my hair is really longggggg &amp;amp; he has not done ceramic perming to such long length before. lol. &amp;amp; the result is simply amazing~~~~ dun ask me how much i've spent though... cos i dun feel like saying. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really LOVE ceramic perm~~~ it gives me bouncy cute curls that looks like a doll. ^___^ though my biggest gripe about this hair is... it's much HARDER to maintain than rebonded hair. &gt;__&lt;  &amp;amp; i cant use comb from today onwards...       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my old look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/1600/originahair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/320/originahair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my NEW look~  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/1600/new%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7554/147/320/new%20hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stress that my hair is BLACK... it's black~~~~ i didnt dye it. somehow... it appears brown under my camera flash. =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-113880226222835497?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/113880226222835497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=113880226222835497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113880226222835497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113880226222835497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-hair-my-new-hair.html' title='MY new hair!!! MY NEW hair!!!!'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-113810387151191621</id><published>2006-01-24T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:40:38.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>MilkPudding's latest hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i tried the last coupon this morning. Pea and i r twins now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/finalhair.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hair is even better than my previous one. &lt;3 how nice... 1 card, 2 coupons with no pts left. neat and clean. wahahaha~ i wont change my hair again. it's one of the BEST hairstyles in maple IMO. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-113810387151191621?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/113810387151191621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=113810387151191621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113810387151191621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113810387151191621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/01/milkpuddings-latest-hair.html' title='MilkPudding&apos;s latest hair'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058948.post-113801768790513701</id><published>2006-01-23T07:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:41:04.597-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>MilkPudding's new Orbis hair~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i bought a prepaid card this afternoon and got an orbis hair coupon. here's the transformation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old 'cutie' hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/skibonme.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the new hair.. TADA~~! the trendy &amp;amp; cool new look... im officially a cold assassin now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/sparklinglulu/mpnewhair.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may change again when im sick of this hair... still has 5k pts which is entitled to another coupon. ^^ hope i will get a long hair by then. to try out the different styles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058948-113801768790513701?l=sparklinglulu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/feeds/113801768790513701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058948&amp;postID=113801768790513701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113801768790513701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058948/posts/default/113801768790513701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklinglulu.blogspot.com/2006/01/milkpuddings-new-orbis-hair.html' title='MilkPudding&apos;s new Orbis hair~'/><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15020343541852421904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTwj8ZzInXM/Sl-XGg5SA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RF0UQlry_Js/S220/guu.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
