<?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-7415139076571393972</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:01:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leyeory.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>729</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5575347800669551898</id><published>2012-01-09T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:35:39.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, first post for this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still going to school normal, and maybe it's a good start for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this year onward, I will take good care of myself, eat more, and wear more bright colour clothes/ acc(if can) LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think I have fulfill the last part "wear brighter colour" already lar because I bought a pair of earring today (haha?), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;due to the influence of my best friend as well as the auntie who's selling the earrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say I should wear more earrings to enhance my "beauty" (Which I don't think so, it just look the same on me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I bought 1 from the auntie. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's blue in color! :DD *(Which is my favourite colour by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It also look a bit like turqoise and the surface of the earring is glossy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPEvvY8fGoo/TwrdR-M0SGI/AAAAAAAABUg/h7QzlNImmU0/s1600/DSC03094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPEvvY8fGoo/TwrdR-M0SGI/AAAAAAAABUg/h7QzlNImmU0/s400/DSC03094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695607979587684450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I wear it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyJkEbGaqz8/TwrdSDh9wFI/AAAAAAAABUs/ViE5BmqgT58/s1600/DSC03087_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyJkEbGaqz8/TwrdSDh9wFI/AAAAAAAABUs/ViE5BmqgT58/s400/DSC03087_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695607981018562642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh.. the earring is really very pretty! heehee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5575347800669551898?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5575347800669551898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5575347800669551898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPEvvY8fGoo/TwrdR-M0SGI/AAAAAAAABUg/h7QzlNImmU0/s72-c/DSC03094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1680132324016824761</id><published>2011-12-31T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:53:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ixf-PuP19g/Tv7HnqSGR0I/AAAAAAAABUQ/YRwXPktvgZ4/s1600/DSC08395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ixf-PuP19g/Tv7HnqSGR0I/AAAAAAAABUQ/YRwXPktvgZ4/s400/DSC08395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692206463221909314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing that makes me happy today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1680132324016824761?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1680132324016824761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1680132324016824761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-thing-that-makes-me-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ixf-PuP19g/Tv7HnqSGR0I/AAAAAAAABUQ/YRwXPktvgZ4/s72-c/DSC08395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-3517232451810153638</id><published>2011-12-30T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:40:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/results/?result=Neolimin"&gt;You Are Dreamy and Distracted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Cheaper Than a Therapist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-3517232451810153638?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3517232451810153638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3517232451810153638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-dreamy-and-distracted-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5902738014088610893</id><published>2011-12-21T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:52:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2years have passed.. you never come back.. and every year on this day I have to ask myself the same question again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5902738014088610893?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5902738014088610893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5902738014088610893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/2years-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7285652729153065405</id><published>2011-12-21T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:02:46.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darse cuenta de</title><content type='html'>To dream that you are in mourning, refers to your inability to let go of the past. You need to clear away your feelings about those old experiences and make way for the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7285652729153065405?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7285652729153065405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7285652729153065405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-dream-that-you-are-in-mourning.html' title='darse cuenta de'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-230379846695942590</id><published>2011-12-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:44:47.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W05suRDGxy0/TvA8weNNE7I/AAAAAAAABTs/xb4qPBWePuA/s1600/Harbour_Sunset_1440x900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W05suRDGxy0/TvA8weNNE7I/AAAAAAAABTs/xb4qPBWePuA/s320/Harbour_Sunset_1440x900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688113132808770482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;watching sunset while listening to your favourite songs. &lt;br /&gt;with your companions. &lt;br /&gt;Best thing ever. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-230379846695942590?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/230379846695942590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/230379846695942590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-best.html' title='Our Best.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W05suRDGxy0/TvA8weNNE7I/AAAAAAAABTs/xb4qPBWePuA/s72-c/Harbour_Sunset_1440x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2973969293507310001</id><published>2011-12-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:27:03.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;How are you doing up there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2973969293507310001?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2973969293507310001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2973969293507310001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-are-you-doing-up-there-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1338236900811700328</id><published>2011-11-22T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:26:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I saw someone who look like you again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure if you were the one who was crossing the road this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always do not have time to stop and see if it is you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7415139076571393972-1338236900811700328?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1338236900811700328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1338236900811700328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-682361808294871637</id><published>2011-11-20T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:23:45.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even the silence hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;你总说　时间还很多　你可以等我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;以前我不懂得　未必明天　就有以后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;我发誓不让你等候　陪你做想做的无论什么&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我越来越像贝壳　怕心被人触碰　你回来那就好了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;能重来那就好了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-682361808294871637?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/682361808294871637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/682361808294871637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_20.html' title='even the silence hurts'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6172068823291934874</id><published>2011-11-19T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:46:41.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;no. I shouldn't be using my time to be depressed and do nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should just put all my attention on study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I should just do that and forget about all this crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-6172068823291934874?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6172068823291934874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6172068823291934874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5664883713396822484</id><published>2011-11-19T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:04:54.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of the things that happen recently, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;really make me believe that there's really no one you can trust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;not to even say your best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really feel so disappointed about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, there is a limit to my generosity, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you can't trust your friend, who will trust you?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7415139076571393972-5664883713396822484?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5664883713396822484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5664883713396822484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-to-you.html' title='Cold to you'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4726534849614367022</id><published>2011-11-03T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:30:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqn2o9n_HnQ/TrJe9ctqSGI/AAAAAAAABS8/pVMthuEoBWA/s1600/393055_182425518509219_151206238297814_396215_1802086086_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqn2o9n_HnQ/TrJe9ctqSGI/AAAAAAAABS8/pVMthuEoBWA/s320/393055_182425518509219_151206238297814_396215_1802086086_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670699290585614434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4726534849614367022?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4726534849614367022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4726534849614367022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqn2o9n_HnQ/TrJe9ctqSGI/AAAAAAAABS8/pVMthuEoBWA/s72-c/393055_182425518509219_151206238297814_396215_1802086086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5272780643949203064</id><published>2011-11-03T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:16:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;here are two kinds of people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Those who do the work and those who take the credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Try to be in the first group because there is lesser competition there - Indira Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5272780643949203064?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5272780643949203064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5272780643949203064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-are-two-kinds-of-people-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6994783433399717559</id><published>2011-11-01T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:58:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Because he learned about happiness, he feels lonely for the first time. And because he knows unhappiness, he understands happiness for the first time.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-6994783433399717559?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6994783433399717559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6994783433399717559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-he-learned-about-happiness-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2727849151967477094</id><published>2011-10-25T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:37:49.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even I dont know myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2727849151967477094?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2727849151967477094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2727849151967477094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/even-i-dont-know-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5985706331111520757</id><published>2011-10-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:31:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flxUpnusprQ/TqU-YhKWZSI/AAAAAAAABSU/tUhMEeZUjT4/s1600/307183_10150424324591419_695791418_10170401_1577874891_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flxUpnusprQ/TqU-YhKWZSI/AAAAAAAABSU/tUhMEeZUjT4/s320/307183_10150424324591419_695791418_10170401_1577874891_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667004297055200546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5985706331111520757?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5985706331111520757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5985706331111520757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flxUpnusprQ/TqU-YhKWZSI/AAAAAAAABSU/tUhMEeZUjT4/s72-c/307183_10150424324591419_695791418_10170401_1577874891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-3475092674715517186</id><published>2011-10-22T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:51:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we were once best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine asking a stranger "How have you been?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I won't do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-3475092674715517186?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3475092674715517186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3475092674715517186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4883826564341615681</id><published>2011-10-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:21:15.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belongs</title><content type='html'>Don't know what is going on about me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;keep having negative thought all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It feels hard to work with people as a team for projects and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Because.. it seems like hardly anyone is making an effort to listen to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I still have this human relationship problem, BG kind of thing,&lt;br /&gt;which I think it's impossible for me go out there&lt;br /&gt;and find someone who I can trust and he/she is willing to listen what you want to say, give you suggestions on what to do and at the same time, willing to keep that secret for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep everything to myself,&lt;br /&gt;but each time I does that, it just make me think of all those negative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel suffocated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4883826564341615681?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4883826564341615681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4883826564341615681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/belongs.html' title='belongs'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-3457048795645216636</id><published>2011-10-15T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:53:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLolliRGkPs/Tpktr4pJIBI/AAAAAAAABSE/RPAV1U1VwEw/s1600/307597_178513475562379_141502309263496_401866_46417269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLolliRGkPs/Tpktr4pJIBI/AAAAAAAABSE/RPAV1U1VwEw/s320/307597_178513475562379_141502309263496_401866_46417269_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663608238357684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-3457048795645216636?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3457048795645216636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3457048795645216636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLolliRGkPs/Tpktr4pJIBI/AAAAAAAABSE/RPAV1U1VwEw/s72-c/307597_178513475562379_141502309263496_401866_46417269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1162056800872299834</id><published>2011-10-08T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:46:07.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I just want to spend the remaining days of my poly life silently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &amp;amp;recently, I am starting to hate myself. I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1162056800872299834?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1162056800872299834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1162056800872299834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8152505237981345248</id><published>2011-10-08T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:27:17.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn_mF1swR_A/To_sigfNTnI/AAAAAAAABR8/ZNRmD_sidao/s1600/tali711.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn_mF1swR_A/To_sigfNTnI/AAAAAAAABR8/ZNRmD_sidao/s320/tali711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661003334208540274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8152505237981345248?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8152505237981345248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8152505237981345248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/white-hair.html' title='White hair'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bn_mF1swR_A/To_sigfNTnI/AAAAAAAABR8/ZNRmD_sidao/s72-c/tali711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7862494584096602821</id><published>2011-10-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:11:54.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCYfrUrP3U/ToiNJ7M2lCI/AAAAAAAABR0/LXWW35Y7_9E/s1600/246637_136623609746755_118147031594413_243014_1343005_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCYfrUrP3U/ToiNJ7M2lCI/AAAAAAAABR0/LXWW35Y7_9E/s320/246637_136623609746755_118147031594413_243014_1343005_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658928133440967714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7862494584096602821?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7862494584096602821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7862494584096602821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCYfrUrP3U/ToiNJ7M2lCI/AAAAAAAABR0/LXWW35Y7_9E/s72-c/246637_136623609746755_118147031594413_243014_1343005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-896557926254331012</id><published>2011-10-01T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:45:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope that I can get to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7415139076571393972-896557926254331012?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/896557926254331012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/896557926254331012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/corner.html' title='Corner'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-189232844346893967</id><published>2011-09-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:19:16.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;why do I have a feeling that our fate is coming to an end? &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/7415139076571393972-189232844346893967?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/189232844346893967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/189232844346893967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7067606047530818622</id><published>2011-09-27T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:40:44.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Suddenly change my thoughts about going to France &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*like everything there is so expensive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have to spend about 30 more years to save up before I can go there!*), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead, I feel like travelling to Taiwan and Korea in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using my own money and travel to places I want on my own :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, the thought of it makes me so excited, haha! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7067606047530818622?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7067606047530818622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7067606047530818622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4624319206887712028</id><published>2011-09-23T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:41:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rg9MqnbKrcU/TnyMZZzpCWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/DNWXerCSDkU/s1600/Leyeory-stars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rg9MqnbKrcU/TnyMZZzpCWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/DNWXerCSDkU/s400/Leyeory-stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655549600122603874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, this is my "improved" version of universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Looks better now, right? haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4624319206887712028?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4624319206887712028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4624319206887712028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/photoshop-again_23.html' title='Photoshop again.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rg9MqnbKrcU/TnyMZZzpCWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/DNWXerCSDkU/s72-c/Leyeory-stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8438339630164836679</id><published>2011-09-23T19:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:39:09.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop day!</title><content type='html'>Was spending the whole afternoon trying to learn how to make a universe using adobe photoshop,&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, it was damn tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlcqDc4AIlA/Tnxsgge-uDI/AAAAAAAABRA/6VDL0k6mnNI/s1600/m45_020908_l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlcqDc4AIlA/Tnxsgge-uDI/AAAAAAAABRA/6VDL0k6mnNI/s400/m45_020908_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655514537801988146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glGDH2QiZtY/TnxrbEmoKMI/AAAAAAAABQw/qKQDxaNQdxo/s1600/Fantastic-Universe-Scene-Creation-in-Photoshop-L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glGDH2QiZtY/TnxrbEmoKMI/AAAAAAAABQw/qKQDxaNQdxo/s400/Fantastic-Universe-Scene-Creation-in-Photoshop-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655513344906897602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the proper way to do "universe"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiNXSg3CTVM/Tnxr4qMZgrI/AAAAAAAABQ4/cIH-KwincVA/s400/Stars-Project.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655513853213639346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and this is my "art work" LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's my first- time doing universe using photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(I think if you ask me to draw or paint, I still can do it properly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but it's computer- *nahh~ *)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You can see a huge difference here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously, I really suck at photoshop :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8438339630164836679?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8438339630164836679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8438339630164836679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/photoshop-day.html' title='Photoshop day!'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlcqDc4AIlA/Tnxsgge-uDI/AAAAAAAABRA/6VDL0k6mnNI/s72-c/m45_020908_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7120938867552463381</id><published>2011-09-23T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:16:09.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzzpyullcF8/TnxqOYRebpI/AAAAAAAABQo/z4jdJnljR6s/s1600/DSC084232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzzpyullcF8/TnxqOYRebpI/AAAAAAAABQo/z4jdJnljR6s/s400/DSC084232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655512027336961682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;-Xinyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7120938867552463381?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7120938867552463381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7120938867552463381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzzpyullcF8/TnxqOYRebpI/AAAAAAAABQo/z4jdJnljR6s/s72-c/DSC084232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6344177299352483522</id><published>2011-09-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:46:40.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsowxM_yC2g/Tn4CUVY2X_I/AAAAAAAABRs/30FD3gCprEs/s1600/DSC08432_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsowxM_yC2g/Tn4CUVY2X_I/AAAAAAAABRs/30FD3gCprEs/s320/DSC08432_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655960730385932274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you can't be the best, do the things who people think are impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7415139076571393972-6344177299352483522?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6344177299352483522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6344177299352483522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsowxM_yC2g/Tn4CUVY2X_I/AAAAAAAABRs/30FD3gCprEs/s72-c/DSC08432_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1952805989357096410</id><published>2011-09-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:12:47.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLwg0n9mcyA/TnoMmUmhHfI/AAAAAAAABQg/RL4gXtNDI30/s1600/Personality%2BTest.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLwg0n9mcyA/TnoMmUmhHfI/AAAAAAAABQg/RL4gXtNDI30/s400/Personality%2BTest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654846134621904370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Source : &lt;a href="www.4q1.com"&gt;4q1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1952805989357096410?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1952805989357096410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1952805989357096410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-personality-test.html' title='My Personality Test'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLwg0n9mcyA/TnoMmUmhHfI/AAAAAAAABQg/RL4gXtNDI30/s72-c/Personality%2BTest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5928508125323496911</id><published>2011-09-20T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:39:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st sem result in Poly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyRFaCq4Jkc/TngYV-szc4I/AAAAAAAABQY/l62JGn2kVNg/s1600/Sem%2B1%2BResult.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyRFaCq4Jkc/TngYV-szc4I/AAAAAAAABQY/l62JGn2kVNg/s400/Sem%2B1%2BResult.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654296098050896770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Firstly, I think it's just simply by luck I get a B+ for DBE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and I am really happy that result for PACC wasn't included in this sem,&lt;br /&gt;because I know I will be terribly devastated because of my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can maintain my grades for Econs, though I wasn't sure what kind of grade will I get for that.&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure I will do pretty well for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can get an A at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe next sem, I should work harder on my PACC, as well as other new modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thank god, DBE is over.&lt;br /&gt;-I won't see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5928508125323496911?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5928508125323496911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5928508125323496911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-sem-result-in-poly.html' title='1st sem result in Poly'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyRFaCq4Jkc/TngYV-szc4I/AAAAAAAABQY/l62JGn2kVNg/s72-c/Sem%2B1%2BResult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5809932076203477106</id><published>2011-09-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:02:54.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAxfVocJ8Z8/Tn2qXPlMrwI/AAAAAAAABRc/ln10xeTNBoc/s1600/Leyeory.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAxfVocJ8Z8/Tn2qXPlMrwI/AAAAAAAABRc/ln10xeTNBoc/s400/Leyeory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655864023343476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you can't be the best, do the things who people think are impossible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7415139076571393972-5809932076203477106?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5809932076203477106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5809932076203477106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/meadow.html' title='Meadow'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAxfVocJ8Z8/Tn2qXPlMrwI/AAAAAAAABRc/ln10xeTNBoc/s72-c/Leyeory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7162497229438460905</id><published>2011-09-16T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:29:58.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope I get a GPA of at least or more than 3 for first year :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7162497229438460905?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7162497229438460905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7162497229438460905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope-i-get-gpa-of-at-least-or-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7898926942184121247</id><published>2011-09-15T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T02:59:38.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The problem is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;why am i still longing for the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7898926942184121247?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7898926942184121247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7898926942184121247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1553265662691192588</id><published>2011-09-13T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:47:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;No one is without feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;It's more that people believe what their feel is none of your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;It's fine if you want to share how you feel with someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;but you should never expect or force a person to share how they feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;because ultimately, emotions are private. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;It does not matter what people say, in the end emotions are private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to keep their emotions private to maintain independence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;Only those who are emotionally independent are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciforums.com/showthread.php?t=62405"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;When time goes by and all they get is nothingness or/and negative emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245); "&gt;They tend to lock up in themselves and thus cold emotions are abundant to prevent further damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1553265662691192588?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1553265662691192588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1553265662691192588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/cold-emotions.html' title='Cold Emotions'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-3122049514676427571</id><published>2011-09-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:34:07.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Dark Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUaKkVPYQrQ/Tm5QeviW4xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/4Uiehkzhr7c/s1600/DSC08377_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUaKkVPYQrQ/Tm5QeviW4xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/4Uiehkzhr7c/s400/DSC08377_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543071483421458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-3122049514676427571?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3122049514676427571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3122049514676427571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-dark-today.html' title='Feeling Dark Today'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kUaKkVPYQrQ/Tm5QeviW4xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/4Uiehkzhr7c/s72-c/DSC08377_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7298903830432943483</id><published>2011-09-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:24:06.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I've got so many words to say, But I don't know where to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7298903830432943483?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7298903830432943483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7298903830432943483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1164959073240501639</id><published>2011-09-10T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:52:36.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milk tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkROaPPeeTI/TmrsspxuhlI/AAAAAAAABQI/vs4d2KPx9hA/s1600/MMT_SummerThurs_640px.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkROaPPeeTI/TmrsspxuhlI/AAAAAAAABQI/vs4d2KPx9hA/s400/MMT_SummerThurs_640px.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650588934362531410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just think it's cute ~:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/adventures-my-milk-toof"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/adventures-my-milk-toof"&gt;My Modernmet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1164959073240501639?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1164959073240501639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1164959073240501639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/milk-tool.html' title='milk tool'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkROaPPeeTI/TmrsspxuhlI/AAAAAAAABQI/vs4d2KPx9hA/s72-c/MMT_SummerThurs_640px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1564091013426234042</id><published>2011-09-10T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T02:17:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>West World</title><content type='html'>Now I dont know why, I suddenly go back to listening chinese songs, especially JJ Lin's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the influence of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I used to listen in the past:&lt;br /&gt;突然累了 －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;江南   －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;曹操   －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;原来   －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;杀手   －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;西界   －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;莎士比亚的天份  －林俊杰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more~  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I&lt;span&gt; just dont know why.. No matter which song you introduce,&lt;br /&gt;I will always listen to the songs that you have heard over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;and I will never get bored with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1564091013426234042?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1564091013426234042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1564091013426234042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-i-dont-know-why-i-suddenly-go-back.html' title='West World'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4876586863771254359</id><published>2011-09-09T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:30:17.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ie9nhRK9Tg/TmoiRJaKF9I/AAAAAAAABQA/8GIvO5R-oU0/s1600/tumblr_lr6xavHGVY1r1dykto1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ie9nhRK9Tg/TmoiRJaKF9I/AAAAAAAABQA/8GIvO5R-oU0/s400/tumblr_lr6xavHGVY1r1dykto1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650366360468461522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really can't live without scenery, anything related to nature and the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finally got the time to go out there and have fun, watching the blue sky and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But mum doesn't want me to go for my class chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Sorry mum, I've set up my mind to go for that chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hope that you can stop nagging at me for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4876586863771254359?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4876586863771254359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4876586863771254359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/sky.html' title='The sky'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ie9nhRK9Tg/TmoiRJaKF9I/AAAAAAAABQA/8GIvO5R-oU0/s72-c/tumblr_lr6xavHGVY1r1dykto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-9166523115008734368</id><published>2011-09-06T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:06:08.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seeing that all my cousin who are older than me are already university student,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it give me a pressure to work really hard to get to the uni (NTU),&lt;br /&gt;even if I think I can't because I know where is my standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought about going for the economic course if I manage to reach uni.&lt;br /&gt;But when I was doing research a few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that if I have to enter a business course in uni,&lt;br /&gt;I still need to have A maths test, which I never studied before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can just give up and see if I can get any course that is related to tourism and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-9166523115008734368?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/9166523115008734368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/9166523115008734368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-89463482331180147</id><published>2011-09-04T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:04:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdt4wAfrnBc/TmMU3AY_nDI/AAAAAAAABPs/gdoVRl1K8UI/s1600/Jason_Christman_cabin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdt4wAfrnBc/TmMU3AY_nDI/AAAAAAAABPs/gdoVRl1K8UI/s400/Jason_Christman_cabin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648381292882926642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gI_C9t-CR5s/TmMU26bA-0I/AAAAAAAABPk/L4mMaOmBwqc/s1600/Ostdorf_Balingen_Country_Side.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gI_C9t-CR5s/TmMU26bA-0I/AAAAAAAABPk/L4mMaOmBwqc/s400/Ostdorf_Balingen_Country_Side.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648381291280792386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How I wish I'm living in a place like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-89463482331180147?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/89463482331180147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/89463482331180147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/without-you.html' title='Without you.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdt4wAfrnBc/TmMU3AY_nDI/AAAAAAAABPs/gdoVRl1K8UI/s72-c/Jason_Christman_cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6803010659103836467</id><published>2011-09-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:28:08.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My dad always tell me that this world is black and white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This world is cruel, No one is truthful to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Your sincerity won't be appreciated by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And the thing you really need to survive in this world is money, a lot of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one will be there for you in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nobody will be there to hold your hand just like the past and continue this life journey with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He say a few years after, I will be facing this world by myself, all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He will no longer be around with me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have to be very independent until that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A person who have a kind appearance doesn't mean he/she is really kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That is only just a way to face and survive in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-6803010659103836467?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6803010659103836467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6803010659103836467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/street.html' title='Street'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5076763025242475309</id><published>2011-08-30T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:54:54.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8WBX1lvtD0/Tl4EnVggzEI/AAAAAAAABPY/8spNSp9ai6k/s1600/108974_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8WBX1lvtD0/Tl4EnVggzEI/AAAAAAAABPY/8spNSp9ai6k/s400/108974_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646956056604101698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard enough dealing with the death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see that my dad is trying to hide his emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody is feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, I feel awkward when I talk to my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we have not met for 6 years, after my grandfather's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I can't do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5076763025242475309?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5076763025242475309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5076763025242475309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8WBX1lvtD0/Tl4EnVggzEI/AAAAAAAABPY/8spNSp9ai6k/s72-c/108974_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6806335189905486403</id><published>2011-08-30T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:43:18.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how should I react to my grandmother's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I don't feel any sadness in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I felt nothing and I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just pass away at 11.30pm just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been close to her since I was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seldom talk to her, only seen her a few times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only memories I have with her was talking to her for half an hour when we are attending my grandfather's death ceremonial 5/6 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't believe that I will be the one to break the news to my dad about grandma's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously no idea what to do next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or do I still have to go through what have happen in the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like the death of my grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything happens so suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same as my grandfather, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember how does she look like, no. Can't remember anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that she is gone, I don't think I will have any more chances to talk to her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- sometimes, life is really full of regrets and I can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7415139076571393972-6806335189905486403?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6806335189905486403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6806335189905486403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/moments.html' title='Moments.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1168022380488018881</id><published>2011-08-19T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:50:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHW8Uaq0lWE/Tk4HKxfNUFI/AAAAAAAABOI/jeS4X9ZwZJ8/s1600/turqoise__by_fawcette.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHW8Uaq0lWE/Tk4HKxfNUFI/AAAAAAAABOI/jeS4X9ZwZJ8/s400/turqoise__by_fawcette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642455264806129746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just wished that this world have totally fairness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1168022380488018881?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1168022380488018881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1168022380488018881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/fairness.html' title='Fairness'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHW8Uaq0lWE/Tk4HKxfNUFI/AAAAAAAABOI/jeS4X9ZwZJ8/s72-c/turqoise__by_fawcette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5059504265548782983</id><published>2011-08-18T18:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:53:46.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyZVp3Dy83A/TkzrXLwNlKI/AAAAAAAABNo/MEd2e0mj19U/s1600/tumblr_loo3alQCiy1qky5nxo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyZVp3Dy83A/TkzrXLwNlKI/AAAAAAAABNo/MEd2e0mj19U/s400/tumblr_loo3alQCiy1qky5nxo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642143216712914082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I realize that actually I am already trying to abandon this blog starting from last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nothing to write for blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No, nothing. No inspirations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seeing that all my friends have stop blogging about their daily life like they used to in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I asked myself what's the point of continue blogging and keeping this blog alive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I won't delete this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because I know I will miss all the posts that I have posted in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Those are memories, I can't experience them again in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;color:#ff0080&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;-I ♥ &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/color:#ff0080&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5059504265548782983?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5059504265548782983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5059504265548782983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyZVp3Dy83A/TkzrXLwNlKI/AAAAAAAABNo/MEd2e0mj19U/s72-c/tumblr_loo3alQCiy1qky5nxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8269855794582641008</id><published>2011-08-10T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:12:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFDqEYM4hg/TkzzUFtXzOI/AAAAAAAABOA/1FQ_nuqbxsY/s1600/tumblr_lq4arbWz5h1qkm967o1_1280_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFDqEYM4hg/TkzzUFtXzOI/AAAAAAAABOA/1FQ_nuqbxsY/s400/tumblr_lq4arbWz5h1qkm967o1_1280_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642151959643802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;can you tell me anything in this world that is real?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8269855794582641008?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4967413829695068266</id><published>2011-08-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:53:03.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4uF_JliFvw/Tj5tNEfjlqI/AAAAAAAABL8/5MiasfVgqco/s1600/217245_10150153844369915_608394914_6726181_5307848_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4uF_JliFvw/Tj5tNEfjlqI/AAAAAAAABL8/5MiasfVgqco/s400/217245_10150153844369915_608394914_6726181_5307848_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638063854826264226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;April &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWK8jXC_MVs/Tj5tNZF9WmI/AAAAAAAABME/r-7n-JikxlE/s1600/229488_10150261237518054_721823053_8584663_702466_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWK8jXC_MVs/Tj5tNZF9WmI/AAAAAAAABME/r-7n-JikxlE/s400/229488_10150261237518054_721823053_8584663_702466_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638063860356045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO4Hegz3nDQ/Tj5rMlp-YJI/AAAAAAAABLU/lgqhXyAxMZY/s1600/248199_10150287953153054_721823053_8735983_1842028_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" 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{}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePdWX7cFm_Y/Tj5rNAXYhlI/AAAAAAAABLs/79Mlu7vSiuM/s400/256732_10150289573088627_525133626_9097812_821148_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638061654694987346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogy4IshMblM/Tj5rNHlDelI/AAAAAAAABL0/qDe6qug6uSw/s1600/264295_1383898215639_1777503504_616214_5701208_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogy4IshMblM/Tj5rNHlDelI/AAAAAAAABL0/qDe6qug6uSw/s400/264295_1383898215639_1777503504_616214_5701208_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638061656631376466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-WnWAWz0I0/Tj5tNQsKyUI/AAAAAAAABMM/1xGZv-XUOv8/s1600/253789_10150322921138054_721823053_8955558_2957961_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-WnWAWz0I0/Tj5tNQsKyUI/AAAAAAAABMM/1xGZv-XUOv8/s400/253789_10150322921138054_721823053_8955558_2957961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638063858100390210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;June/July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4967413829695068266?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4967413829695068266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4967413829695068266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4uF_JliFvw/Tj5tNEfjlqI/AAAAAAAABL8/5MiasfVgqco/s72-c/217245_10150153844369915_608394914_6726181_5307848_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4238681288452724389</id><published>2011-07-20T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:02:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2eQHsv0NUU/TkzwsJh4E3I/AAAAAAAABNw/T6Dt3Qpr5rc/s1600/tumblr_lhdnvuMFea1qb5kvho1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2eQHsv0NUU/TkzwsJh4E3I/AAAAAAAABNw/T6Dt3Qpr5rc/s400/tumblr_lhdnvuMFea1qb5kvho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642149074451305330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I was young, I want to be a dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the past: A photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now? - I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4238681288452724389?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4238681288452724389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4238681288452724389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-you.html' title='After you'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2eQHsv0NUU/TkzwsJh4E3I/AAAAAAAABNw/T6Dt3Qpr5rc/s72-c/tumblr_lhdnvuMFea1qb5kvho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1366410380009046039</id><published>2011-07-02T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:22:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is the reflection of others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcA5AK9IecM/Tg829zws6-I/AAAAAAAABK8/U0nkJgKt0ws/s1600/tumblr_lck966QPEh1qc9vzko1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcA5AK9IecM/Tg829zws6-I/AAAAAAAABK8/U0nkJgKt0ws/s400/tumblr_lck966QPEh1qc9vzko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624774895103437794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone has their own stand&lt;br /&gt;and they always have ulterior motive when they do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is an good actor/actress.&lt;br /&gt;The show have to go on, &lt;br /&gt;so I can't help but to be the same as the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that there is someone who will always be their own true self.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find any. &lt;br /&gt;I have to hide those pains and endure everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone is the reflection of others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1366410380009046039?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1366410380009046039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1366410380009046039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyone-is-reflection-of-others.html' title='Everyone is the reflection of others'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcA5AK9IecM/Tg829zws6-I/AAAAAAAABK8/U0nkJgKt0ws/s72-c/tumblr_lck966QPEh1qc9vzko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2694283015424122331</id><published>2011-03-22T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:45:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying hard to hide my pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want to hide it this way,&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I was born to do this way, since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know what energy and motivation I have in me,&lt;br /&gt;to keep me going until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2694283015424122331?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2694283015424122331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2694283015424122331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/trying-hard-to-hide-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2181130056759757128</id><published>2011-01-18T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:32:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I feel tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;But I feel tired&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still look like the person I met when I’m young,&lt;br /&gt;The girl I met when we are young.&lt;br /&gt;Those days we have been through,&lt;br /&gt;Those pavements we have walked&lt;br /&gt;We had the same dream&lt;br /&gt;We had the same thought (yes we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can’t see if you’re still the person I know&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even understand you now&lt;br /&gt;I feel like stranger now&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still waiting like, like a fool?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, I feel so restless.&lt;br /&gt;Do I understand you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of nature?&lt;br /&gt;That have caused you to change?&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of time?&lt;br /&gt;Your pace is quicker than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of fate?&lt;br /&gt;That bought us together again?&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of time?&lt;br /&gt;Your pace is still quicker than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still look like the person I met when I’m young,&lt;br /&gt;The girl I met when we are young.&lt;br /&gt;Those days we have been through,&lt;br /&gt;Those pavements we have walked&lt;br /&gt;We had the same dream&lt;br /&gt;We had the same, same thought (yes yes we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of nature?&lt;br /&gt;That have caused you to change?&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of time?&lt;br /&gt;Your pace is quicker than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of fate?&lt;br /&gt;That bought us together again?&lt;br /&gt;So is it because of time?&lt;br /&gt;Your pace is still quicker than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I really understand you?&lt;br /&gt;Can I accept the fact that you’ve changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you still look like the girl I met when we are young,&lt;br /&gt;Those days we have been through,&lt;br /&gt;Those pavements we have walked&lt;br /&gt;We had the same dream&lt;br /&gt;we had the same thought (yes we do yes yes we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so tired, restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still look like the person I met when I’m young,&lt;br /&gt;The girl I met when young.&lt;br /&gt;Those days we have been through,&lt;br /&gt;Those pavements we have walked&lt;br /&gt;we had the same thought (yes we do yes yes we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so tired, restless now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2181130056759757128?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2181130056759757128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2181130056759757128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-i-feel-tired.html' title='But I feel tired'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7603998008445481056</id><published>2011-01-17T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:47:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe.</title><content type='html'>I believe one day, &lt;br /&gt;someone will make me forget all my unhappiness…&lt;br /&gt;Although it’s difficult to find this person,&lt;br /&gt;But I believe I will find him one day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Wait till the day my heart turn cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7603998008445481056?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7603998008445481056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7603998008445481056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/believe.html' title='Believe.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8999675625363848432</id><published>2011-01-16T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:42:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herstory.</title><content type='html'>After 10 more days I can get to know which poly and course I get in to.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit nervous actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is not my love ones who are trying to stop my dream. &lt;br /&gt;Now it might be the JAE that is stopping my dream. &lt;br /&gt;Just hope that I can get into the tourism and resort management course in SP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that if I hold on to a hope, &lt;br /&gt;I will get the chances I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if circumstances don’t allow? &lt;br /&gt;This make me worried. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so unsettled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me believe in hope once again? Please…?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8999675625363848432?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8999675625363848432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8999675625363848432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/herstory.html' title='Herstory.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8443707886458993543</id><published>2011-01-11T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:44:02.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwJpU5VGLI/AAAAAAAABKM/XiJNf9HO6qU/s1600/PaRis___by_sunbeamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwJpU5VGLI/AAAAAAAABKM/XiJNf9HO6qU/s400/PaRis___by_sunbeamy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560830245484173490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back my O level result :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 14&lt;br /&gt;(with bonus point: 12pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant' believe I can get a 1 for science,&lt;br /&gt;as I really did very bad for the practical part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my future is bright.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how difficult it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can have bigger dream.&lt;br /&gt;As for the future,&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go study either at SP, NP or NYP.&lt;br /&gt;(But most probably is SP, cause I have 7 choices all from SP :$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Good Luck to my friends and to myself!&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8443707886458993543?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8443707886458993543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8443707886458993543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-got-back-my-o-level-result-l1r4-14.html' title='From heaven'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwJpU5VGLI/AAAAAAAABKM/XiJNf9HO6qU/s72-c/PaRis___by_sunbeamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4641366523826783906</id><published>2011-01-11T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:28:13.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the light on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwFvvT4NoI/AAAAAAAABKE/Z0g9A56XT-o/s1600/DSC9W32%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwFvvT4NoI/AAAAAAAABKE/Z0g9A56XT-o/s400/DSC9W32%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560825957607552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Confidence - 99% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4641366523826783906?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4641366523826783906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4641366523826783906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/turn-light-on.html' title='Turn the light on.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwFvvT4NoI/AAAAAAAABKE/Z0g9A56XT-o/s72-c/DSC9W32%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1086136462947938576</id><published>2011-01-01T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:50:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwLJiDszTI/AAAAAAAABKk/Pw81yO2NRWE/s1600/Paris_Glamour_by_GreenRay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwLJiDszTI/AAAAAAAABKk/Pw81yO2NRWE/s400/Paris_Glamour_by_GreenRay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560831898284772658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the days to get O level result are coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I aam getting more nervous than usual :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hope I did well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1086136462947938576?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1086136462947938576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1086136462947938576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-comes-rainbow.html' title='Here Comes the Rainbow'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TSwLJiDszTI/AAAAAAAABKk/Pw81yO2NRWE/s72-c/Paris_Glamour_by_GreenRay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-844466454644455186</id><published>2010-12-02T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:22:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TPceqla1qNI/AAAAAAAABJc/MIaQZdnVJTQ/s1600/France.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TPceqla1qNI/AAAAAAAABJc/MIaQZdnVJTQ/s400/France.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935183078074578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TPceq28jB7I/AAAAAAAABJk/WD0SNF-R_aw/s1600/Seashell_massacres_by_sunniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TPceq28jB7I/AAAAAAAABJk/WD0SNF-R_aw/s400/Seashell_massacres_by_sunniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935187782862770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love France! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-844466454644455186?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/844466454644455186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/844466454644455186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-me-out-there.html' title='Take me out there.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TPceqla1qNI/AAAAAAAABJc/MIaQZdnVJTQ/s72-c/France.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-6019943043209214620</id><published>2010-11-11T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:08:27.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;As in many countries, a North/South divide exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Northerners think people from the south talk and boast a lot, that they make friends easily but that this friendliness is somewhat superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;They reckon the southerners have a different conception of time and never hurry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;southerners pity northerners for living in what them seems a cold climate which affect their character. They describe them as cold, hard working, not very sociable and difficult to make friends with – but when friendship develops, it is a deep and long-lasting relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You are just like living in the South and I am in the north. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I am trying to cross that line, but we can’t get along, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So what can I do? Can I get some help from you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;No, I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;- I really love the sea, yes I do. &lt;/span&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/7415139076571393972-6019943043209214620?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6019943043209214620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/6019943043209214620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/boundaries.html' title='Boundaries.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1826837044076157701</id><published>2010-11-01T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:53:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Blue. Maybe we can work it out.</title><content type='html'>In the past, I always believe that people change,&lt;br /&gt;But I will not change.&lt;br /&gt;I will just stay at a place to wait and will not go away.&lt;br /&gt;But I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have changed too.&lt;br /&gt;Really love the club music and DJ mix.&lt;br /&gt;Blast the music loud in the room.&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying now.&lt;br /&gt;Drink alcohols, beer or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Influence by ______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I won’t be the one standing at that place again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1826837044076157701?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1826837044076157701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1826837044076157701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/doctor-blue-maybe-we-can-work-it-out.html' title='Doctor Blue. Maybe we can work it out.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4267177138169770367</id><published>2010-10-17T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:29:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With my hands up.</title><content type='html'>By Victor Hugo (1802- 1885)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, at dawn, when the landscape &lt;br /&gt;    turns white, &lt;br /&gt;I will set out. I know that you are waiting &lt;br /&gt;    for me. &lt;br /&gt;I will go by the forest, I will go by the &lt;br /&gt;    mountain.&lt;br /&gt;No longer can I remain apart from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will walk with eyes fixed on my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I will see or hear nothing of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;I will be alone, a stranger, with my back bent&lt;br /&gt;    and my hands crossed. &lt;br /&gt;I will be sad. Day will be for me like night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not look at the golden fall of evening &lt;br /&gt;Nor at the distant sails going down to Harfleur &lt;br /&gt;And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb&lt;br /&gt;A bouquet of green holly and flowering &lt;br /&gt;    heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ With love, Shannelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4267177138169770367?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4267177138169770367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4267177138169770367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-my-hands-up.html' title='With my hands up.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4855372668713320594</id><published>2010-10-16T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:28:43.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s a good lie.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, things that I had wished that are true will come true sometime :)&lt;br /&gt;And I really love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4855372668713320594?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4855372668713320594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4855372668713320594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-good-lie.html' title='It’s a good lie.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1853950169533273595</id><published>2010-10-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:28:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave with end.</title><content type='html'>Give me some time to think, okay? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start all over again, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should leave you. &lt;br /&gt;But if I am leaving, promise me something.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be more optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry, don’t keep things to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Interact with more people. &lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t let others hurt or harm you, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1853950169533273595?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1853950169533273595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1853950169533273595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/leave-with-end.html' title='Leave with end.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2558699218214478965</id><published>2010-10-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:28:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness.</title><content type='html'>Stayed back after school in the classroom after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it’s really great to be alone in the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;Just for a while will do.&lt;br /&gt;You can have your space and time to think about your personal things, &lt;br /&gt;do your own things while studying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why does a stranger understand me, or at least a part of me, but my best friend doesn’t understand that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2558699218214478965?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2558699218214478965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2558699218214478965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/craziness.html' title='Craziness.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5538358926087029155</id><published>2010-09-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:26:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear in the world.</title><content type='html'>I thought I would cry for the whole night today after this. &lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t and I don’t know why. &lt;br /&gt;Given by this situation, I would have been crying like mad. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am used to it now. &lt;br /&gt;So that’s why when this incident happen, I won’t cry. &lt;br /&gt;I won’t be hurt. I would only be angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learnt to be strong. Yes. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5538358926087029155?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5538358926087029155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5538358926087029155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/clear-in-world.html' title='Clear in the world.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2716348686720834838</id><published>2010-09-27T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:27:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A star in the car.</title><content type='html'>Another year has pass and its graduation day again.  &lt;br /&gt;This time, it is for real. &lt;br /&gt;I am not going to come back and study again next year. &lt;br /&gt;It was windy after the graduation ceremony, &lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go down and walk on that long pavement again. &lt;br /&gt;It was really cooling when I walk down the pavement and at that point of time, &lt;br /&gt;I actually remember a lot of things that happen in the past. &lt;br /&gt;I could still remember that I walked on that pavement the first time when I first enter the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I won’t be able to walk on those pavements again next year.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be able to go back to the art room again, or even to the classroom next year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can keep all those memories I had in this school in my mind, &lt;br /&gt;so that I _________________________________. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2716348686720834838?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2716348686720834838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2716348686720834838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/star-in-car.html' title='A star in the car.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-289619227946695191</id><published>2010-09-26T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:27:19.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can’t tell.</title><content type='html'>It doesn’t matter now.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be alone now. &lt;br /&gt;It’s actually fine to sit and eat alone, walk alone, talk alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we weren’t meant to be friends, then so be it. &lt;br /&gt;It can’t be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear my laughter from the start.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I don’t know where my smile is after that. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, I sense more sadness in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it difficult to find friends that is really sincere and will respect you? &lt;br /&gt;Or was it because of me? I am not friendly enough to accept friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-289619227946695191?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/289619227946695191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/289619227946695191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-cant-tell.html' title='You can’t tell.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4742387839269407728</id><published>2010-09-25T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:00:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast.</title><content type='html'>The word “friends” is making me feel annoying today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4742387839269407728?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4742387839269407728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4742387839269407728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/blast.html' title='blast.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1281546584457670424</id><published>2010-09-17T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:04:16.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>The distance between the two of us seems to be drifting away. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how you think; you don’t know how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I try to understand you, sometimes I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call for me only because you need someone to accompany you. &lt;br /&gt;And every time we go out, it is always for your own purpose. &lt;br /&gt;We never went for a day with real fun and joy. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I was just there to accompany you, stand at a side &lt;br /&gt;and watch you do your things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether it is still worth to keep holding on this,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is right that I find you in the first place, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess there will also be a small gap in between of us.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try to make up for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1281546584457670424?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1281546584457670424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1281546584457670424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5065630006306394174</id><published>2010-09-13T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:55:20.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shesprees.</title><content type='html'>I just don't know why! I fell in love in turquoise suddenly. :DD &lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna’ buy myself a pair of turquoise jegging this month, :) &lt;br /&gt;or perhaps the next month? haha, :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many things to do lately, &lt;3   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ and linn love rainism today, ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5065630006306394174?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5065630006306394174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5065630006306394174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/shesprees.html' title='Shesprees.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8605914352460251168</id><published>2010-09-09T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:58:15.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Song &amp; Money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25jUMgEkI/AAAAAAAABJU/1vI-tpbeH1w/s1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25jUMgEkI/AAAAAAAABJU/1vI-tpbeH1w/s400/Picture4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520772734593798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this pict day by day~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8605914352460251168?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8605914352460251168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8605914352460251168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-song-money.html' title='Music, Song &amp; Money.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25jUMgEkI/AAAAAAAABJU/1vI-tpbeH1w/s72-c/Picture4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8681420371014537998</id><published>2010-09-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:55:40.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay until forever.</title><content type='html'>Listening to classical music now. &lt;br /&gt;And now I began to think that music should goes with headphone. &lt;br /&gt;Now, music and headphone is my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to hate paying attention on things that matter the others, &lt;br /&gt;those who never treat you as their friend from the start, &lt;br /&gt;who only treated you as a tool for their own benefits,&lt;br /&gt;who took you for granted and always expect you to help her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to free myself. I want to make a change for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8681420371014537998?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8681420371014537998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8681420371014537998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/stay-until-forever.html' title='Stay until forever.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5431478862415505573</id><published>2010-08-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:54:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps, she chose to walk away.</title><content type='html'>He will never know what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;He will never know what I think. &lt;br /&gt;He will never know what he is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand him, but he never let me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love him, but he always made me hate him.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to help him, but he always push me aside. &lt;br /&gt;He is so close with me, yet so far from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find back the past we had when we are young. &lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t matter now. Because there won’t be any hopes for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5431478862415505573?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5431478862415505573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5431478862415505573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/perhaps-she-chose-to-walk-away.html' title='Perhaps, she chose to walk away.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-7697652190845418814</id><published>2010-08-23T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:57:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The photoshoot :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25Lr2CZ3I/AAAAAAAABJM/gTixJ9gY9bE/s1600/45706_419759166315_728701315_5441037_1149302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25Lr2CZ3I/AAAAAAAABJM/gTixJ9gY9bE/s400/45706_419759166315_728701315_5441037_1149302_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520772328625170290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only here is France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-7697652190845418814?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7697652190845418814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/7697652190845418814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/photoshoot.html' title='The photoshoot :)'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TJ25Lr2CZ3I/AAAAAAAABJM/gTixJ9gY9bE/s72-c/45706_419759166315_728701315_5441037_1149302_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2841181245497553233</id><published>2010-08-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:45:09.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media plays.</title><content type='html'>Sis said a lot of sentimental things one day,&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that what she said were true. &lt;br /&gt;She made me feel touched, make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that we will be able to cover up the 4 years gap in between, &lt;br /&gt;Which we have lost. &lt;br /&gt;I know she will cherish me as her sis. &lt;br /&gt;I know I will help her even if she doesn’t say anything. &lt;br /&gt;And hopefully we can be like what we are, in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I feel it strange. &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, this make me feel so insecure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2841181245497553233?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2841181245497553233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2841181245497553233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/media-plays.html' title='The Media plays.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-331020066474775863</id><published>2010-08-06T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:26:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way back to those roads.</title><content type='html'>I went to the basketball court, behind my house today. &lt;br /&gt;No one was there. So I sat at one of the benches there. &lt;br /&gt;The wind is cool. I close my eyes to listen everything around me. &lt;br /&gt;Trees are moving. Winds are blowing on my face. &lt;br /&gt;I look up at the sky. The sky is so nice. &lt;br /&gt;It’s is always so nice. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the place where I always play with the guys in the past.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a rock. &lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly remember that I always like to stack those small rocks up, one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to lose those childhood memories. &lt;br /&gt;Even ping yan. &lt;br /&gt;I only know that my life is always associated with roads, long pavement of big roads. &lt;br /&gt;I could remember the road that PY have walked with me, &lt;br /&gt;the road that JE walked with me, &lt;br /&gt;the road that James walked with me, &lt;br /&gt;the road that he walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;the road that my old friends walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;the road that my dad walked with me,&lt;br /&gt;the road that my mum walked with me&lt;br /&gt;the road that my brother ride with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know was roads. Long and wide roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-331020066474775863?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/331020066474775863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/331020066474775863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-back-to-those-roads.html' title='The way back to those roads.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8115768362477684178</id><published>2010-08-05T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:26:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound in that car.</title><content type='html'>Today, I wanted to experience how it is like when the blinds travel. &lt;br /&gt;So I walked on the pavement with my eyes close after chemistry remedial on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;And it was very scary. I was scare that I might fall off the pavement and went down to the road. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I really admire the blinds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8115768362477684178?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8115768362477684178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8115768362477684178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/sound-in-that-car.html' title='The sound in that car.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-2382330930333733975</id><published>2010-08-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:25:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay</title><content type='html'>Now I hope he is around to help me. &lt;br /&gt;Like the way he helps me with my art last year. &lt;br /&gt;Miss the days when he tell me everything he felt.&lt;br /&gt;Miss the days when he started telling me about philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Miss the days when he is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imiseu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-2382330930333733975?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2382330930333733975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/2382330930333733975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/stay.html' title='stay'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1104911336008892204</id><published>2010-08-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:25:30.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would sing this song.</title><content type='html'>I like his smile.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that smile. &lt;br /&gt;I like the way he taps my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;I miss that way. &lt;br /&gt;I always laugh like mad whenever he was there.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish he is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight is bright. &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Now my mind is all about him.&lt;br /&gt;Every second, every minute.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my mind is just a piece of blank paper. &lt;br /&gt;So I can use my eraser to erase all the sadness I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1104911336008892204?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1104911336008892204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1104911336008892204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-would-sing-this-song.html' title='I would sing this song.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5821694252836252573</id><published>2010-07-27T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:25:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sing I shout.</title><content type='html'>I was searching for my certificates for DPA when I found back something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seashells. Beautiful seashells. &lt;br /&gt;We picked that when we were at the east coast that time.&lt;br /&gt;And it was me who wanted him to help me pick those seashells with me. &lt;br /&gt;I say I wanted to make a seashell necklace for fun. &lt;br /&gt;Then he came and helped me to pick those seashells up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to think of all the things we have done in the past. &lt;br /&gt;Some I could still remember clearly. &lt;br /&gt;I try to recall more,&lt;br /&gt;but some memories just get blurrier and blurrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself why do I keep reminding myself of the past?&lt;br /&gt;Everything was already a past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to come out and take a stroll. &lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps go and watch the sceneries outside.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s so much thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;So little time to go out. &lt;br /&gt;And so many time to think about the past. &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that a smile will be gone, just like the wind. &lt;br /&gt;And I will never know when I will see another smile like this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5821694252836252573?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5821694252836252573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5821694252836252573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-sing-i-shout.html' title='I sing I shout.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8931356873066991292</id><published>2010-07-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:24:34.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My childhood boy</title><content type='html'>There was this guy who always stand opposite of me. &lt;br /&gt;But now I can’t see his figure again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8931356873066991292?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8931356873066991292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8931356873066991292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-childhood-boy.html' title='My childhood boy'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5994641993174153899</id><published>2010-07-25T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:24:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bright colours of the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>There are many colours of white and black.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, there’s endless colour of grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5994641993174153899?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5994641993174153899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5994641993174153899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/bright-colours-of-rainbow.html' title='The bright colours of the rainbow.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-163440471768990393</id><published>2010-07-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:22:47.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed.</title><content type='html'>Life is just like the white colour line in the middle of the road. &lt;br /&gt;No one knows where the line will end but have to keep on walking.  &lt;br /&gt;Some gave up, some prefer to stay till the end. &lt;br /&gt;Weather change. Time change.&lt;br /&gt;We experience thunder, rain, hot sun, cool wind.  &lt;br /&gt;We keep walking, and we get tired and tired. &lt;br /&gt;Leaves dies, human dies. &lt;br /&gt;Just as we are about to reach the end of the line, &lt;br /&gt;We start to thinking about looking at the sky and see those wonderful colours up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we say, &lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Isn’t it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt; Why didn’t we look up at the sky once when we are young?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we always learn to appreciate things and people when we get old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-163440471768990393?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/163440471768990393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/163440471768990393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/sealed.html' title='Sealed.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4780825100583273193</id><published>2010-07-23T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:23:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain is singing.</title><content type='html'>The only thing that keeps me remember him is……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4780825100583273193?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4780825100583273193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4780825100583273193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-is-singing.html' title='The rain is singing.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4534218474683534406</id><published>2010-07-20T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:28:54.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empower me.</title><content type='html'>Everyone have their own past. &lt;br /&gt;Some prefer to live in the past; some prefer to live in present. &lt;br /&gt;I seem to be the latter. Because I looked back and stopped. &lt;br /&gt;I am still finding an answer that could explain all my problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish to go to the church alone to do some thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Just find a place there and sit,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I can find an answer to my problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4534218474683534406?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4534218474683534406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4534218474683534406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/empower-me.html' title='Empower me.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5588163165429552186</id><published>2010-07-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:29:22.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The piano sings.</title><content type='html'>I think I am starting to believe in god. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in faith. Believe in hope. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in remedy. Believe in nature. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be a reason why I chose to do that in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;and then I regret it. &lt;br /&gt;It is just that I haven found the answer yet. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that I will find it one day. &lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, until the day I get old, very old. &lt;br /&gt;I really believe in it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't let any circumstances make me lose this small hope again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5588163165429552186?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5588163165429552186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5588163165429552186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/piano-sings.html' title='The piano sings.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8146254054384230346</id><published>2010-07-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:29:57.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some magic from above.</title><content type='html'>Once, a person told me this:&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes.. you should be grateful to those who you have met and known in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Because, when the time pass, when environment change, when people change, &lt;br /&gt;you will not be able to get to see or know them ever again. &lt;br /&gt;And then, you will start to reminisce the past.&lt;br /&gt;Again and Again. All over again. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know what it means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human change, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Because of many reason. &lt;br /&gt;That is so many reasons to explain that. &lt;br /&gt;But actually, everyone have their very own answer.&lt;br /&gt;It may be the same as others, may not be the same as them, &lt;br /&gt;But all of them will get to know their answer only when they have experience it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8146254054384230346?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8146254054384230346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8146254054384230346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-some-magic-from-above.html' title='I need some magic from above.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1362107018603187726</id><published>2010-07-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:28:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will it be eternity?</title><content type='html'>“When can we go back to the time where everyone can sit together and eat during recess time??”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1362107018603187726?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1362107018603187726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1362107018603187726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-will-it-be-eternity.html' title='when will it be eternity?'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8472608810261897882</id><published>2010-07-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:28:03.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She should be. without.</title><content type='html'>I have a dream last night. &lt;br /&gt;The same dream I had when I was young, &lt;br /&gt;lost in the middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;So, I just stand in a middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Searching everywhere I can to get a way out from there. &lt;br /&gt;But all I see was a road, a long trail of big, wide road. &lt;br /&gt;Confuse. Frustrated. Depress.&lt;br /&gt;And I ran as fast as I could. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The darkness captured me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8472608810261897882?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8472608810261897882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8472608810261897882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-should-be-without.html' title='She should be. without.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4638895046542576979</id><published>2010-07-10T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:14:13.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drama. The drama</title><content type='html'>I love the melody of music around me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the remedy it gives to heal my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I love the side effects it gives.&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about that place.&lt;br /&gt;I love those skies!&lt;br /&gt;I love those sceneries!&lt;br /&gt;Just, 1day, 1 night, 1 hour, 1 minute,&lt;br /&gt;it cure all my sadness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like world peace,&lt;br /&gt;It is really a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;paradise&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4638895046542576979?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4638895046542576979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4638895046542576979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/drama-drama.html' title='The drama. The drama'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-97456534271777024</id><published>2010-07-08T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:13:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My host. Me love.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I just figure out that I am actually quiet and aloof by appearance. &lt;br /&gt;(To think it was after 4 years since I am in the school and know it now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am philosophical than other people too, &lt;br /&gt;And my life is dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not my fault. &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to react when interacting with strangers and friends? &lt;br /&gt;It’s me, plain old me, can’t be always perfect all the time. &lt;br /&gt;It is my personality.  Can’t change that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my life is really dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe that I had many chances in life, a good 11 years old friend, many setbacks, and many pathetic and melancholy experiences in my life, and to think a 16 years old kid who is living in the past everyday, will have that many experience until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what my ending will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-97456534271777024?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/97456534271777024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/97456534271777024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-host-me-love.html' title='My host. Me love.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4477539519143363856</id><published>2010-06-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:13:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The childhood play. The face.</title><content type='html'>When I close my eyes and reach out for my pen again, &lt;br /&gt;I get the same colour pencil again. &lt;br /&gt;Then I asked myself, if that is a coincidence, &lt;br /&gt;Is fate a coincidence..?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been five years after I left EVGPS.&lt;br /&gt;Although some people think that it’s nothing special. &lt;br /&gt;But that was the place where I met all my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of joy when we were still in EVGPS. &lt;br /&gt;And we never argue with each other once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go back and have a look.&lt;br /&gt;I know everything have change. &lt;br /&gt;But I still wanted to go back. &lt;br /&gt;To find back pieces of memories we (Jin Er, Becky, Sandy and James) had. &lt;br /&gt;The days when we all go crazy. The days we all have the fun. &lt;br /&gt;The days when we get punished by teachers. &lt;br /&gt;The naughty things we have done in the past :)&lt;br /&gt;Everything we had experience it before in the past. &lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to go back to our secret place, &lt;br /&gt;where sisters and I will go there every recess time to play and have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the classrooms and seat on those small blue chairs we sat before. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and have a look of those toilets, and see how small the doors are. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and see if the pond and the turtle are still there or not. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and climb those stairs again. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and see those flower pots again. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and see those food stalls. &lt;br /&gt;Go back and see if the aunty is still there.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the place where we played hopscotch and catching. &lt;br /&gt;And go back to the benches outside the library &lt;br /&gt;And go back to see if the dead lizard is still there =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think I can do everything in that school anymore..&lt;br /&gt;But still, I want to go back and have a look&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4477539519143363856?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4477539519143363856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4477539519143363856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/childhood-play-face.html' title='The childhood play. The face.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1254223446350022173</id><published>2010-06-20T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:41:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back to you.</title><content type='html'>I didn't talk to you doesn't mean that I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that.. I don't know what to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am poor in expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am not good in communicating with you.&lt;br /&gt;But I just hope that you won't mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember all those thing you did to help me.&lt;br /&gt;I know.. I always know..&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to thank you in person..&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I just couldn't bring myself to tell you this that time:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. Thank you, I love you, goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days we had when we are at the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;watching the sunset, the stars at night, the black sky..&lt;br /&gt;I missed the days we had when you tell me what you have been doing the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;I really missed all the things we had been going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always ask me a lot of things, teach me about your philosophy..&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're not around with me,&lt;br /&gt;I find that everything turns so.. empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I give up, and I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I know that we won't be together for long.&lt;br /&gt;But I never know that it will end that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seem so long, yet so short.&lt;br /&gt;This is a past that I can't forget,&lt;br /&gt;an experience that I will never forget, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ and I told you about this sister call "ping-yan",&lt;br /&gt;and you really remembered what I said, everything I told you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1254223446350022173?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1254223446350022173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1254223446350022173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-back-to-you.html' title='Way back to you.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-5534734967035041569</id><published>2010-06-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:39:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outgrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave her alone, if you love her.&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ the more you love, the more you tend to left out how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;The more you give, the more you suffer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I’m still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is black.&lt;br /&gt;It really makes no difference, when I close my eyes and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so high up here.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky, listening to the music.&lt;br /&gt;Watched how the sun sets, and how the sky changes its colour.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just stood there, screaming at the same place again.&lt;br /&gt;No one notice that, No one heard that.&lt;br /&gt;He won’t know that because everything we’ve been is all in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself did I ever regret what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t to think about it today.&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t want to talk about it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.. that will make me feel much more better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-5534734967035041569?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5534734967035041569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/5534734967035041569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/outgrow.html' title='Outgrow.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4110629419762194805</id><published>2010-06-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:38:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is all in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I should have treasure him, should have treasure a lot of things around me.&lt;br /&gt;He said I don’t treasure the “chances”,&lt;br /&gt;Then can he tell me what to do next time I have chances again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s obvious, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I talking like a 3 years old kid..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4110629419762194805?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4110629419762194805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4110629419762194805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-and-me.html' title='You and me.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-8913647300416289754</id><published>2010-06-13T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:10:18.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBdDOI-xwrI/AAAAAAAABI8/kxq5gtHy_iY/s1600/30502_398851646315_728701315_4860157_7581633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482924981554889394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBdDOI-xwrI/AAAAAAAABI8/kxq5gtHy_iY/s400/30502_398851646315_728701315_4860157_7581633_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBdDNnFUHKI/AAAAAAAABI0/PeX9T9MzMGo/s1600/30502_398851826315_728701315_4860177_6762592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482924972455500962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBdDNnFUHKI/AAAAAAAABI0/PeX9T9MzMGo/s400/30502_398851826315_728701315_4860177_6762592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-8913647300416289754?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8913647300416289754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/8913647300416289754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBdDOI-xwrI/AAAAAAAABI8/kxq5gtHy_iY/s72-c/30502_398851646315_728701315_4860157_7581633_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-1989955992090616473</id><published>2010-06-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:36:40.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to play.</title><content type='html'>It is so fun working with Sister Jin Er and M hotel.&lt;br /&gt;The staffs at M hotel are quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;I just get to know few guys when working.&lt;br /&gt;And there is this partner, OP, teaching me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So grateful to him, or I will never know how to cope with the guest :)&lt;br /&gt;And the manager is quite humorous, I think :)&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t scold us for being late on first day or anything :)&lt;br /&gt;But somehow the place is quite far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis told me to wait for her when she comes out.&lt;br /&gt;But I have no idea of whether I want to continue working at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I want to thank Adam for helping me out with my canvas background.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t have to come to school that day, as he has finished his canvas, but he actually came in the morning at 8am plus and helped me with it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-1989955992090616473?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1989955992090616473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/1989955992090616473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-to-play.html' title='Out to play.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-4691936477522356179</id><published>2010-06-11T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:56:27.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midtown maddness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTHIz90zJI/AAAAAAAABIs/2TuZ4MrALQ0/s1600/30602_398385616315_728701315_4846725_7009298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225600619138194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTHIz90zJI/AAAAAAAABIs/2TuZ4MrALQ0/s400/30602_398385616315_728701315_4846725_7009298_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-1nEBSI/AAAAAAAABIk/NpC-gLHlwao/s1600/30602_398385626315_728701315_4846726_2787628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225429261845794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-1nEBSI/AAAAAAAABIk/NpC-gLHlwao/s400/30602_398385626315_728701315_4846726_2787628_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-eoKJzI/AAAAAAAABIc/8Lr_DlZxG78/s1600/30602_398385706315_728701315_4846737_6201633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225423092426546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-eoKJzI/AAAAAAAABIc/8Lr_DlZxG78/s400/30602_398385706315_728701315_4846737_6201633_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-A5AjbI/AAAAAAAABIU/CMaz9e83_ns/s1600/30602_398385646315_728701315_4846730_4433156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225415110036914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG-A5AjbI/AAAAAAAABIU/CMaz9e83_ns/s400/30602_398385646315_728701315_4846730_4433156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG93sbcNI/AAAAAAAABIM/UACBXbwfxSQ/s1600/30602_398385636315_728701315_4846728_7895917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225412641353938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG93sbcNI/AAAAAAAABIM/UACBXbwfxSQ/s400/30602_398385636315_728701315_4846728_7895917_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG9Rj6ChI/AAAAAAAABIE/12f2fRoBIqw/s1600/30602_398385711315_728701315_4846738_924381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482225402405063186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTG9Rj6ChI/AAAAAAAABIE/12f2fRoBIqw/s400/30602_398385711315_728701315_4846738_924381_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh heh. I love Sister JE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-4691936477522356179?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4691936477522356179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/4691936477522356179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/midtown-maddness.html' title='Midtown maddness'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/TBTHIz90zJI/AAAAAAAABIs/2TuZ4MrALQ0/s72-c/30602_398385616315_728701315_4846725_7009298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415139076571393972.post-3099559788373455850</id><published>2010-06-02T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:16:45.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the first time I heard someone saying that I am not very close to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;But never mind. I don’t care much about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7415139076571393972-3099559788373455850?l=her-deadmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3099559788373455850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7415139076571393972/posts/default/3099559788373455850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-deadmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/off.html' title='OFF.'/><author><name>Lyn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0PL-FA01KPA/SVDL0L_ScMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/id922k3UG50/S220/artwork_by_iskandar1+copy.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
