<?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-12456498</id><updated>2011-11-30T23:03:32.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>lupcheon aka monkey aka lao gao aka tong tong aka hunter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-8000325995309907249</id><published>2008-06-17T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:27:51.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Happiness</title><content type='html'>first of all, i wanna anounce tis is prob e last time i b bloggin in tis webpage le. nothin special, just feel there r alot past memories lingering ard tis blog tat hav b remindin me of e past, i noe i hav decide 2 move on le, tats y all e more i muz let go of all this memories n stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli, i also muz gif special thank 2 alot ppl, esp my best sis, pat n her sis pauline 4 bein my best counsellors, my god sis kimberly n gd fren shirlene 4 givin me all tis moral supports, my old gang members esp aaron for takin my mind off my misery, my gd fren esther 4 all e advices, my sentosa kakis including jee cheng 4 allowin me 2 pour out my woes, my camp mates 4 pushin me thru e toughest days, my sch mates esp jian ming 4 showin me endless concern all the way. i realli muz thank you guys  deeply from e bottom of my heart,  n i juz cant thank you guys enuff. all e care n concern shelter my darkest day, bringin me out of my shadow. last but the least, i wanna say thank you 2 you, pauling, 4 bringin one of e most beautiful moments 2 me. i wil cherish tis precious moments we once share. U taught me wats love is all about, enabling me to finally be able 2 feel bein love by someone. u build up my confident, u teach me alot of life morals lesson, u teach how 2 b fillial n made my bond wif my family stronger. thank you n i hope u will lead a happy life after us, i finally understand wats true happiness le. kim recorded e video of our last moments, i somehow shed some tears, but i also smile at the same time. i can feel a glimpse of ur happiness, n somehow i feel fortunate 2 once be there. a big thank you 2 everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-8000325995309907249?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/8000325995309907249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=8000325995309907249' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/8000325995309907249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/8000325995309907249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-happiness.html' title='Real Happiness'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-1901023299531593770</id><published>2008-06-13T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:56:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>爱转角</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我伪装着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不露痕迹的想在你身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;静静的陪着看着天边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;骑着单车&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;往前行进着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;某个路口爱在等着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你往前走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;不回头看了记忆的笑脸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;缓缓的敲着我的琴键&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我不舍得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;让你孤单单的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我爱你的心牵挂着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心不再拚命躲不去害怕结果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;假设有个以后你会怎么说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一直想跟你说幸福不再溜走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;下个路口你会看见爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;有美丽笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否有爱情的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;以后的街能不能有我来陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否不让你流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;也许陌生到了解让我来当你的谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我不让爱掉眼泪不让你掉眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;现在永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你就是我就是我的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;歌词提供~~lck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇到了51lrco~-~o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;心不再拚命躲不去害怕结果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;假设有个以后你会怎么说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;一直想跟你说幸福不再溜走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;下个路口你会看见爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;有美丽笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否有爱情的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;以后的街能不能有我来陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否不让你流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;也许陌生到了解让我来当你的谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我不让爱掉眼泪不让你掉眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;现在永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你就是我就是我的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否有爱情的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;以后的街能不能有我来陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;爱转角&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;遇见了谁是否不让你流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;将寂寞孤单作废让我来当你的谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我不让爱掉眼泪不让你掉眼泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;现在永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你就是我就是我的美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;为什麽你轻易俘虏我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我却难以将你的目光拉近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-1901023299531593770?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/1901023299531593770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=1901023299531593770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1901023299531593770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1901023299531593770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='爱转角'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-3590202256411484155</id><published>2008-06-02T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:05:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here without you</title><content type='html'>A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-3590202256411484155?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/3590202256411484155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=3590202256411484155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/3590202256411484155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/3590202256411484155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-without-you.html' title='Here without you'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-9126970445645305393</id><published>2008-06-02T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:55:50.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is kind?</title><content type='html'>ppl told me tat love is kind. is it realli tis way?  i dunno. i use 2 tot heaven hav been veri kind to me, 2 hav u as my gf. bt on tat faithful day, everythin changed. i lost not oni u, bt my whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin at a corner of e train, i felt so small, so pitiful. everywhere i go, traces of memories wil b there 2 remind me tat u r no longer there wif me. i try consolin myself everytime i c other couples, tat we once had such a wonderful love. 2 b truthful, u r e first person tat i realli did put my whole heart n world into lovin u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe, sometime is a factor that we cant control. i noe i mite not b able to gif u wat u want in time, n all tat i can gif now is not wat u realli want. bt i been realli tryin my best already, i tot my hard work could push me thru, n offset our difference. bt i was so wrong, i did not expect my heart 2 b hurt so bad, so bad that i cry before n after my slp everynight. if i say i love slpin cos its e oni time i could realli dream of u in front of me, will u believe it? when i slp, i dun need 2 face e world, i can b wif u in my dream, bt oni 2 wake 2 e harsh reality. say im stubborn, say im weak, yes im stubborn, yes im weak. i noe e fact tat i stil love u deeply is somethin i can nv change. so many kind souls n frens hav told me 2 move on. bt i stil always at e same spot. waitin 4 e day u change ur mind n come back 2 my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-9126970445645305393?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/9126970445645305393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=9126970445645305393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/9126970445645305393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/9126970445645305393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-is-kind.html' title='love is kind?'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-3919016647474802251</id><published>2008-05-31T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:55:18.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果你也听说</title><content type='html'>if u ever heard any thing bout me, its probably how i have been forcin myself back 2 life all tis period. Sometime, i tot i could finally go out there n let go of e past, bt i came 2 realise its all too voluntary response le. seeing u findin ur happiness, i realli happy for u, bt at e same time, tears juz kept fallin down, like every piece of my heart crackin n fallin from grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no love for myself. 2 b truthful, all my life, its e first time i ever felt so failure n useless. i hav achieve nothin all tis yrs, tats y u choose 2 go, 2 seek a better future. mayb im juz slow, i came 2 realise everythin n my bad far too late, too late 2 even tell u how much u weight in my heart. sometime, even as a strong person, my belief n soul will wanna gif everythin up, so tat i can leave tis world, full of regretful memories. if u ever heard them sayin im stil doin well, tats means mayb i hav finally got over everythin n return 2 my real self, bt if its e other way round, promise me u will stil go on n live ur live, for im not worth it, i wil nv b able 2 gif e happiness u seek, i wil nv b good enough 4 u, im juz not wat u want, wat i can give will nv satisfy u. i tried to be wat u want, bt failed. i will nv b wat u once want me to be. i noe everyone lost loved ones in their life, n i hav exp tat so many times tat i afraid my end mite b near too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its comin 2 me, i will gladly accept it, as tis life n responsibilities is too much 4 me 2 bear. if u realli c tis entry, juz rem e followin words i have for u,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果要走请你记得我,&lt;br /&gt;如果难过请你忘了我.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-3919016647474802251?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/3919016647474802251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=3919016647474802251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/3919016647474802251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/3919016647474802251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='如果你也听说'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-2498162642420971743</id><published>2008-05-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:23:09.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take it slow n steady</title><content type='html'>how many ppl can claim tat they r without sin committed sin? no one, n tat include me, whose very sinful, n i mean e sin tat is related to bad deeds. wel bt put aside e sins, im juz another kampong boy aka Tong Tong, livin in  e north.  im simply simple minded, n veri impulsive at times. n worst of all, i got one of e most irritating mouth ard, i joke n all e wrong times n i will nv get serious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt now i hav made up my mind, i muz amend all e misdeeds i hav done in e past. i will cherish those ard me more. n i thks all e ppl who hav concern bout me when it seem my life hav juz exp a landslide. i hav recovered completely. a very big thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ya, thks 4 clearin e air, nw at least we noe wat we r tinkin. 我们就耐心培养萌芽不要急着开花.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-2498162642420971743?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/2498162642420971743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=2498162642420971743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/2498162642420971743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/2498162642420971743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-it-slow-n-steady.html' title='take it slow n steady'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-7234753414836429487</id><published>2008-05-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:57:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>Oh I had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-7234753414836429487?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/7234753414836429487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=7234753414836429487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sometime i feel so isolated, so many stranger ard me, ppl who r suppose 2 leave hav left, things tat r suppose 2 lose r lost. everyone hav move on, bt somehow a person was left behind e crowd. a person without any courage n strength left. a person who dun wanna hold anyone back. until now, he remain on e same spot. stil cant find e source or purposr of energy 2 start moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, even if im so tired emotionally n mentally, i will try 2 say out wats on my mind all tis while. im not a gd person, an unfillial son, a irresponsible elder brother, a useless partner. lets face it, i nv be able to forget all tis injuries i got myself into. my heart is so empty now tat its bein drained dry. im not e kinda person who would go chill out or club 2 forget all my problems temporary. every nite, i stay home, doin nothin bt starin at e empty ceillin, tinkin how can i move on. i noe alot muz hav worry bout me , n i noe by now n by rite, i shud hav move on. its not bout her anymore, its bout me n my emotion. i admit it hasnt realli stable at times. all i can do is to cover myself, n force a smile or a joke 2 let them know i hav gone back 2 my normal self. but im not. im no longer e same. things r lost forever. how would i hav wat it takes to face tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun need sympathy, i need a lend of courage n strength, im weak inside. how long can i last this drainin ordeal i dunno, call me useless or hopeless, bt i hav yet 2 find e strength 2 start movin on.  save me from tis turmoil, b4 i get lost forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-315015666387518800?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/315015666387518800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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0);"&gt;大家都吃着聊着笑着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;今晚多开心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;最角落里的我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;笑得多合群&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;盘底的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;洋葱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;像我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;永远是调味品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;偷偷的看着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;偷偷的隐藏着自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你会发现你会讶异&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你是我最压抑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;最深处的秘密&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;你会鼻酸你会流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;只要你能听到我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;看到我的全心全意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;听你说你和你的他们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;暧昧的空气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我和我的绝望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;装得很风趣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我就样一颗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;洋葱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;永远是配角戏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;多希望能与你有一秒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;专属的剧情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 你会发现你会讶异&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 你是我最压抑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 最深处的秘密&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 你会鼻酸你会流泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 只要你能听到我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 看到我的全心全意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-2077571264418093049?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/2077571264418093049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;缺氧过后的爱情&lt;br /&gt;粗心的眼泪是多余&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;退后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦走了又错&lt;br /&gt;却被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情才回忆里待续&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给了承诺&lt;br /&gt;却被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情回忆里待续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres a chance, i wont hesitate to hold your hand again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-4595300158298867545?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/4595300158298867545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=4595300158298867545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know u r always there in my heart, in a special way. i cant say my feelin now, bt no matter how much i need you, i noe i muz let u go, to b fair to you n ur happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss e time we had together so much.  it seem tat every moment alone i will b tinkin of it, everythin seem 2 juz  happen ytd.  the time we spent in taiwan, e time we spent studyin in library, e time we went to swim, the time u cook breakfast for me while i wash e plates, the time i surprise u by fetchin u from harbourfront, e time we spent in ur amk hse, e time we went to watch movie together, the time i meet you for dinner durin my bookout days, the time when u bring me to jay concert to the time when you agree to be wif me. there r so many happy moment tat i realli miss. even if u hav let them go le, i will still b keepin them in a part of my heart, for i know i will nv gif up e memories of e happiest part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say im strong, im actualli weak inside. i still shed tears whenever i c ur msg once in a while. i know its been a month, bt i realli miss ur shelter of love for me, but i muz say, at tis moment, even if i hate to admit it, i dun hav e fortune to walk finish tis journey wif you, bt remember me for the way i am, for i realli did love you with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-6718392711419286340?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/6718392711419286340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=6718392711419286340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/6718392711419286340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that point of time. suddenly e bus stop at a familiar bus stop. at first i din notice anything or anyone at the bus stop. But when all the passenger alighted and the bus just started to move on, i saw her, my ex-girlfriend, she was standing at the bus stop, waiting for her frens i guess. at that point of time, i really wanted to get off the bus, but no matter how i resisted the crowd in e bus, how i shouted, i could not get the attention of the bus driver. i could only hopelessly see her leave my sight and slowly disappear as the bus move on. just at this time, i suddenly woke up le, its already 8 in e mornin le. i tot 2 myself, so it was juz a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after givin some thots to wat happen in the dream, i begin to reason out wat the dream realli symbolise. sometime no matter how much you want to change the outcome, you will juz not be able to change it, cos its always takes two hands to clap. unless the other parties agree, its of no use no matter how hard you try. mayb she was juz another bus stop of my life journey ba, all i know is that the future is of uncertainty, juz hav 2 take it in my stride i guess. i will try 2 live my life to e fullest frm now on. i muz say it was veri happy period of time of my life when i was at that bus stop, n i will keep tis memories with me always. thank you. wat im gonna do now is to continue with this journey, b it smooth sailing or one with alot of rough patches. i shall leave it to fate to direct me and see where it leads me to ba. mayb one day i would come 2 reach a bus stop of a greener path, or mayb one day the bus mite make a U-turn back to the same bus stop. i dun know, only heaven know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-5835569637733506040?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/5835569637733506040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=5835569637733506040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/5835569637733506040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/5835569637733506040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/04/bus-stop.html' title='Bus Stop'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-5036174175972018184</id><published>2008-04-08T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:48:03.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know</title><content type='html'>i shouldn't love you but i want to&lt;br /&gt;i just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't see you but i can't move&lt;br /&gt;i can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to be fine when i'm not&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know how to make the feelings stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;this feelings takin control&lt;br /&gt;of me and i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;i wont sit around&lt;br /&gt;i can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;though you should know&lt;br /&gt;i've tryed my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;i just gutta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gettin hard to&lt;br /&gt;be around you&lt;br /&gt;theres so much i can't say&lt;br /&gt;and do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;and look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to be fine when i'm not&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't know how to make the feelings stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;this feelings takin control&lt;br /&gt;of me and i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;i wont sit around&lt;br /&gt;i can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;though you should know&lt;br /&gt;i've tryed my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;i just gutta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this emptyness is killin me&lt;br /&gt;i'm wonderin why i've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;lookin back i realize it was always there to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;now i'm waitin here&lt;br /&gt;been waitin here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;this feelings takin control&lt;br /&gt;of me and i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;i wont sit around&lt;br /&gt;i can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;though you should know&lt;br /&gt;i've tryed my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;i just gutta say it all before you go&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-5036174175972018184?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/5036174175972018184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=5036174175972018184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/5036174175972018184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;花落的那一天&lt;br /&gt;教室的那一间&lt;br /&gt;我怎么看不见&lt;br /&gt;消失的下雨天&lt;br /&gt;我好想再淋一遍&lt;br /&gt;没想到失去的勇气我还留着&lt;br /&gt;好想再问一遍&lt;br /&gt;你会等待还是离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刮风这天我试过握着你手&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏雨渐渐大到我看你不见&lt;br /&gt;还要多久我才能在你身边&lt;br /&gt;还要多久我才能够在你身边&lt;br /&gt;等到放晴的那天也许我会比较好一点&lt;br /&gt;等到放晴那天也许我会比较好一点&lt;br /&gt;从前从前有个人爱你很久&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏风渐渐把距离吹得好远&lt;br /&gt;偏偏风渐渐把距离吹得好远&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏雨渐渐把距离吹得好远&lt;br /&gt;好不容易又能再多爱一天&lt;br /&gt;但故事的最后你好像还是说了拜拜&lt;br /&gt;但故事的最后你好像还是说了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-1310451393474587626?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/1310451393474587626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=1310451393474587626' title='1 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Louis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-1768073431550205276?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/1768073431550205276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=1768073431550205276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;雾散留下了露珠&lt;br /&gt;这露珠, 丰满了&lt;br /&gt;爱的泥土&lt;br /&gt;弯弯路&lt;br /&gt;弯的像一串珍珠&lt;br /&gt;每一步&lt;br /&gt;都有简单的领悟&lt;br /&gt;答应你我不会再庸庸碌碌&lt;br /&gt;答应我你不要再嘀嘀咕咕&lt;br /&gt;每个朝朝和暮暮&lt;br /&gt;我都要和你共度&lt;br /&gt;让手心&lt;br /&gt;一直都热呼呼&lt;br /&gt;有种缓慢的幸福&lt;br /&gt;伴随一点辛苦&lt;br /&gt;相遇是幸福&lt;br /&gt;等待是辛苦&lt;br /&gt;有了你我什么都顶的住&lt;br /&gt;这一路上所有的顽固&lt;br /&gt;到最后&lt;br /&gt;都值得被祝福&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-2702167672044266579?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/2702167672044266579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=2702167672044266579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/2702167672044266579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/2702167672044266579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-motivation-song.html' title='爱情路 (my motivation song)'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-7058649411609785009</id><published>2008-03-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:13:50.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting thru it</title><content type='html'>Agony. probably the only feeling what im having now.  physically im quite numb,  emotionally im simply  derailed.  my normal life has been  hugely affected by the fact that you have already choose to leave me so sudden. ytd i was quite distraught, i was basically at my hse sofa, lying there senselessly, until my mum came to console me. i finally can't take it anymore, i told my mum about everythin i feel bout tis breakup. bt after having a gd talk with her, i feelin much beta already. I think i have been rather stubborn in my decision, even when everyone has been tellin me to let it go for now. I stil cling on to it bcos i believe i can revive this relationship one day, when i have finally change. but i come to realise how foolish i was, without sparing a tot for my loved ones, how sad they are, how concerned they are, they are also feeling my pain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i don't wanna let them down, i muz become stronger than this. I muz be able to put everything down and move on. so that my life can continue from it stop, i don't wan to be still stagnant down here few years down the road. i muz move on for the sake of myself, my family and my friends. sorry i have got all of you worried bout me and my action. I have decided to let nature take its course, i will not force on anything le. I juz hope that we can remain as friend, i know u wanna move on with your life too, i will let you go, for i believe if we are fated to be together, we will eventually come back together, I will move on and try to become a better person, for my family, myself and my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to learn to accept that the fact that you have left me, i got more important challenges to face in the future. I muz especially thank my mum for always being there for me. i always assume you are too busy with your work and religion, that i have not consult you on any problem. i always keep to myself or confide in frens. I did not know of the problems you have been facing over the years. and you did not tell me any of it, cos you want me to concentrate on my future and happiness. From now on, i will live a happier life de. I promise you mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-7058649411609785009?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/7058649411609785009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=7058649411609785009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/7058649411609785009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/7058649411609785009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-getting-thru-it.html' title='I&apos;m getting thru it'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-1348424797991631877</id><published>2008-03-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:34:43.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>枫</title><content type='html'>乌云在我们心里刻下一块阴影&lt;br /&gt;我聆听沉寂已久的心情&lt;br /&gt;清晰透明就像美丽的风景&lt;br /&gt;总在回忆里才看的清&lt;br /&gt;被伤透的心能不能够继续爱我&lt;br /&gt;我用力牵起没温度的双手&lt;br /&gt;过往温柔已经被时间上锁&lt;br /&gt;只剩挥散不去的难过&lt;br /&gt;缓缓掉落的&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;枫&lt;/span&gt;叶像思念&lt;br /&gt;我点燃烛火温暖岁末的秋天&lt;br /&gt;极光掠过天边&lt;br /&gt;北风掠过想你的容颜&lt;br /&gt;我把爱烧成了落叶&lt;br /&gt;却换不回熟悉的那张脸&lt;br /&gt;缓缓掉落的&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;枫&lt;/span&gt;叶像思念&lt;br /&gt;为何挽回要赶在冬天来之前&lt;br /&gt;爱你穿越时间&lt;br /&gt;两行来自秋末的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;让爱渗透了地面&lt;br /&gt;我要的只是你在我身边&lt;br /&gt;被伤透的心能不能够继续爱我&lt;br /&gt;我用力牵起没温度的双手&lt;br /&gt;过往温柔已经被时间上锁&lt;br /&gt;只剩挥散不去的难过&lt;br /&gt;在山腰间飘逸的红雨&lt;br /&gt;随著北风凋零我轻轻摇曳风铃&lt;br /&gt;想唤醒被遗弃的爱情&lt;br /&gt;雪花已铺满了地&lt;br /&gt;深怕窗外&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;枫&lt;/span&gt;叶已结成冰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要的只是你在我身边&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-1348424797991631877?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/1348424797991631877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=1348424797991631877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1348424797991631877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1348424797991631877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='枫'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-1616831899539320536</id><published>2008-03-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:59:45.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I set my heart out to wait for you</title><content type='html'>actually i believe this blog has been desert for quite some time. but from now onwards i will be returning to this blog to continue from where i left off. actually i also not sure where to start from my current life. all i can say im now stuck in e stupid army, looking for Mr Mas Selamat aka mr. satay man, with the rest of  SAF. at the same time, im also studying at Mdis for the course of Pharmaceutical Management. so basically im now trying my best to juggle between sch work and army. the difference between two is one is commitment, while the other is just an useless obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i must say im currently moving in quite down period of my life. From the day you say bout your doubt bout our future, i hasn't been myself, be it in work, in play, in studies, in rest. I can't concentrate on my work and studies. everyone at work can see that something was wrong bout me, I can't do things rite, n everyone knows that. that day, i was alone in storeroom of my camp, i keep thinking of our happy times together, to the state that tears start to run down my cheeks uncontrollably. Somehow, i have lose control of my feeling, and its running wild. I have never experience crying in front of someone i barely know, but happen that day when a few of the commanders came n look for me n saw how depressed i was. I was basically on the verge of emotional breakdown. The painful fact is, i cannot do anything foolish like hurting myself, as i know it would deal a great blow to my mum n family, as we have already lost my dad. practically its this responsibility to my family that keep me going, but i must say its also a very painful ordeal to bear with. cos basically u r force to bear the pain of losing your most beloved one due to family commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never blame my family for this, but i must say one thing, you don't have to worry bout my family condition, they are well taken care of. i mean this parting came too sudden when everything was so fine and going so smoothly. it's human to err, i was wrong to not have give the feeling of security bout our future, and i only came to realise bout it now, which could be too late. i have never give you the impression that i was going to settle down any soon, i really regret not telling you my plan for the future. I plan to settle down with you as soon as i save up to the required amount, have our own home, loving you each day, and have our kids in the living room. although im now in ns, n im unable to give anything, i really was prepared to work very hard and study at the same time when i get out to the society. i really change alot of my behaviour, like being too violent, to the fact that i now have grow up so much compared to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i can only say is, i will always have you in my heart, in whatever i do, I still bear hope of returning to your arms. I will work hard on my own at the same time, to show you im no longer the same old me, i have grow up to maturity. i only need two years, and i will be able to show you. for now, i think the more i ask you, u will only get more upset, lets be fren for now, 但我会默默的等待着， 继续努力证明我自己。Love you as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                        Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                   L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-1616831899539320536?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/1616831899539320536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=1616831899539320536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1616831899539320536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/1616831899539320536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-set-my-heart-out-to-wait-for-you.html' title='I set my heart out to wait for you'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-8569805999412596516</id><published>2007-01-22T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:59:04.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!</title><content type='html'>hai, veri sian, tot i could spend tonite b4 bookin into my camp tml nite, bt too bad it was too gd 2 b true. just receive a call from my bunk mate that i need 2 rush 2 book in tonite, cos i got guard duty tml. hai, how mani guard duty do they hav install 4 us?! too bad ba, heres goes my birthday off. i guess tats e bad thing bout bein male in spore, unless u wanna take e extreme path, if u noe wat i mean (tats means declare tat u r a gay lor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri spend my birthday wif dear, she brought loads of presents, when i reach home my mum tot i had juz came back from a birthday party, so many presents. out of all, my fav will b e tofu doll n e photo frame, thank you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in case if u r wonderin y i haven realli post any entries since i enter ns. well u know, ns life is tat unhappenin de, u realli need 2 find ur own entertainment when u r in camp. bt 1 piece of advice, rather make 1 more fren than 1 more enemy, n u r e oni 1 who can watch ur back, so beware. ha dun b too frighten by wat i said, ns is juz a phrase of spore guys life, mayb 2 prepare them 4 an even tougher test in our today 'politically induced' working society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt 1 thing i muz highlight, its not all devils out there,  there r oso some kind souls who will lend a helping hand, they r wat we call 'gui ren'. n im realli glad tat i hav quite a number of them thru out my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, im officially entering aldulthood le, ya im 21 already, n i tink its my responsibility 2 b more sensible n responsible in watever thing i do. (note: wat i  juz say doesnt apply 2 watching restricted artist film, if u noe wat i mean lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, gtg le,  or else i wil b late  4 booking in,  hai realli wanna get done wif tis ns thingy, n regain my freedom soon, bt that will b quite a distance away, so mayb by counting e days, time wil pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                 signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                     L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-8569805999412596516?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/8569805999412596516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=8569805999412596516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/8569805999412596516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/8569805999412596516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title='ARGH!!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-115967142667406573</id><published>2006-09-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:57:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~a pleasant journey~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/sentosa%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/320/sentosa%20family.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fast have time flies from our grip? ytd my time at sentosa finally came 2 a official end. from the day they bring us ard 4 a tour ard e whole island as trainin(more sight-seein actually), to the day i realli started workin, to ytd. it was a plesant experience. i miss the place, and even miss the ppl workin there even more. the place is fun actualli, n every1 workin there r all veri sociable, to the extent u can tok sum stupid jokes 2 every1 of all ages. i realli wanna thanks them 4 their guidance n patiene wif me durin my time there, and i wil nv forget u guys. anyway i b back tis comin fri, to return uniform of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli, i muz admit, when i first started workin, i was abit worry or shud i say abit uneasy bout tis job. i was afraid that i wil c my outside frens comin 2 sentosa den abit pai sei wearin the sentosa uniform(btw im wearin orange 1 aka admission ops). bt as time goes by, i was proven wrong, i suddenly feel so attached 2 e place tat if i dun work 4 few days, i wil kp lookin at my monthly roster 2 c when is my next workin day.&lt;br /&gt;wel, if u ask me, tis job wil b e most colourful job i ever got myself. last bt not e least, thanks u guys. i wil definitely come back n find u all.&lt;div 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journey~'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-115406269145408054</id><published>2006-07-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:58:11.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i am is who i am</title><content type='html'>yoz guys, sorry 4 e looooong break from tis blog, looks like my work is gettin more hectic than i initially tot, ya i admit haven had e chance 2 hang out wif with my gang recently, wanted 2 go nite cycling on fri, bt was postponed 2 next month due 2 e unforseen hungry ghost festival. tokin bout tat, i din noe sentosa got more ghost stories than i can imagine, nvm bout tat, hope they dun ask 2 do any closin tis month, u noe, e feelin when ur hair all stand up at e back of ur neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum got a $500 starhub voucher, for her astonishing high phone bill. i realli wish tis voucher din exist, cos it really gave me lots of trouble. n from tis incident, i get 2 c how poor their service is. i mean i gotta make alot useless trip down 2 PS juz 2 clear bill, get e phone, get another exchange 4 e phone, n 2 lodge a complaint. wel looks like my plan had gone flat once again. wanted 2 get a new phone 4 dear bt it turn  out ugly with e stupid starhub purchasin system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e end, it all left a sour taste. hai, i wish i can make every1 happy, bt now it seem tis aim is so hard 2 achieve. from tis incident i oso got 2 noe beta bout my self, who i am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#a clown who is introvert in e inside&lt;br /&gt;#a soft spoken person who dunno how 2 say NO&lt;br /&gt;#a person who dun set his priority rite&lt;br /&gt;#a person who hav high expectation of himself&lt;br /&gt;#a person wif a tired mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli, 2 days ago i had a gd tok wif dear, its e first time i ever let e most bottom of my heart out, mayb shes rite, my current circumstance doesnt realli allow me 2 do things tat i wanna do, i dun blame my fate, cos its me who choose it. i had plans and target, bt doesnt really hav e abilities 2 achieve them. even my ignorant mum notice it hasnt been e usual smooth sailin 4 me recently, bt its ok, im ok. i personally believe its hardship tat make a person n a relationship stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this, i stil wanna tell u tis dear, 사랑한다, 我要的只是你在我身边。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Signin off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-115406269145408054?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/115406269145408054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=115406269145408054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/115406269145408054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/115406269145408054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-am-is-who-i-am.html' title='What i am is who i am'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114921227027907066</id><published>2006-06-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:37:50.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstacles in life</title><content type='html'>wel every1 are bound 2 hav dificulties in their journey, b it money, relations, career or watever. bt if u dun act or realise e source of ur prob, u wil nv b able 2 turn things ard. wel im not sure im bein unfillial 4 sayin this, bt i mite juz hav found the possible obstacle 2 my success n work. guess wat, the obstacle is my MUM. take tis mornin for example, she was suppose 2 wake me up 4 work, yet she choose not to switch on her alarm n slp thru e whole mornin, i was furious when i woke up, n realli gave her tick off, e reason im so angry was because i reminded her at least 10 times ytd 2 wake me up, YET she choose 2 ignore it, n enjoy msg her damn f**king 'boy'fren, i dun mind her sms all e time, bt her bill was 400-500 every month, i tink i realli nid smash her phone le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tink an adult can b so insensible, wel she nv was sensible b4 i guess. sayin e wrong thing at e wrong time was her another prob. whenever my frens visit my place, she wil tok trash n keep brain-washing others bout her chanting, no offense or anythin against this japanese chanting, bt u shud realli c how she tok bout it, its like kp forcin ppl 2 listen 2 her religious teaching. i nv wuld dare 2 approach her 4 any advice, cos i noe i wil probably get 2 reply, "dun disturb me la, i veri busy", "juz chant ur prob wil b solve". i mean she of all ppl shud noe 1 can b benefited bt not OBSESSIVE wif a religious. she say she chant 4 e sake of safety of us, bt y do i hear her tokin bad n revenge on other ppl. i mean action speak louder than words, no pt kp preaching bout e same things for yrs, get on wif it. i realli had enough, i noe  i shudnt say tis, bt im realli ashame n feel unfortunate 2 hav tis kinda mum. mayb she hav her difficulties that i dunno, bt she wil nv understand my difficulties i guess. pressin me 2 work yet choose not 2 wake me up 4 work, is tat fair? i dun comprehend. the bottom line is, i dun wish 2 stay wif her in e future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin off,&lt;br /&gt;an unfillial son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-114921227027907066?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/114921227027907066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=114921227027907066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114921227027907066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114921227027907066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/06/obstacles-in-life.html' title='Obstacles in life'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114633148527562466</id><published>2006-04-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:24:45.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIWAN Frenzy!!</title><content type='html'>yo guys, long time no blog, and yes, im finally back home with my a** intact. ok, pardon my language. wel the trip was realli a packed one, spend most of the time travellin 2 10pm at nite, so can say its realli quite tiring. ya this are some of the pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10193.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10193.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10344.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10344.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10346.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10155.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10155.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there was quite gd n of wide varieties, except maybe for the hotel food ba, realli spoil my appetite. shilin nite market is 1 of e larger food paradise down there. food like e xue hua bing, chou dou fu, oyster mee suah, super big chicken cutlet (mind u, its 1.5 e size of the spore version), and of course lupcheong. went places such as yan zi kou on 1 of e mountain (forget which mountain le, they all look alike), jade museum, ma zhu temple, taipei 101, hualian, tai zhong, tai dong, kao shiung, ximen ting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10319.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10184.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clothes arent tat cheap there afterall, almost e same price as spore (e.g far east shopping centre). i brought a cap, 3 shirts, some gifts 4 frens n relatives n lots of food and tibits. dear brought more, most of them tibits n clothes though, haha. so overall e trip was a very gd 1, except 4 e hotel, esp e 1 in taipei. though     its gd location, bt e room r quite sqeezy n e place is quite sleezy. worst of all, e tap water is yellow de. haha if u wanna noe which hotel, can ask me personally. as for the tour guide, i gif it a 10/10. her name is yao yao, at least tats wat we call her. she is entertaining, and wil gif her best in her works. haha e bus summore got ktv system, so quite fun durin e long journeys.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/SSM10139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/200/SSM10139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n as they say, if u nv go 4 e hot spring in taiwan, u cant say u been 2 taiwan b4 (ok, i directly translate from mandarin, dun mind me), so how would i give up e chance 2 go 2 1. haha e hot spring there isnt tat hot tat it wil cook u ba. bt it was gd, bt dun kiasu, n stay there 4 too long, cos all e mineral u wil get from it is 4 e first 10-15 mins, no point stayin there any longer, u mite even feel giddy after tat. best of all is e egg cooked from e hot spring. can u imagine, a egg with cooked egg yolk n watery egg white. wow it was great, n refreshin. wel e only regret is, we din get 2 c much bin lang xi shi! haha i make tat up. durin our time there, like my tour guide say, our tour grp dun hav much luck wif e xi shi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-114633148527562466?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/114633148527562466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=114633148527562466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114633148527562466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114633148527562466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/04/taiwan-frenzy.html' title='TAIWAN Frenzy!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114493931753946270</id><published>2006-04-13T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:41:58.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Time!!</title><content type='html'>its finally high time tat i blog on tis abandoned and deserted website le. if not tat sum1 remind bout my blog, i may even forget i ever had 1. wel juz sum updates on aku life ba. nothing much though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno is it call livin in a slump or wat, bt sad to say, ever since my attachment end or shud i say poly days end, i hav yet 2 find a job!! a few potential ones though. got 1 is insurance de, my mum job actualli. bt u noe me, im not gd wif words, n i sae things without touchin wood, tink i will scare e customers away if i take up tis job. last few day was realli downhearted, a bad news come after another. realli was like wonderin the purpose of my existence. NYP send me my result transcript, saw it, opened it, throw it. tats all i did, nothin 2 b thrilled about, cos i feel kinda like throw away my 3 yrs of studies, put my parents' hopes down. n best of all, e uni letter wont b comin 2 my mailbox i guess, cos its like every1 hav receive e letter le, bt wheres mine? at least gif me a negative ans, beta than no response. bt nvm bout tat anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e worst is my TP. feel like im throwin my money 2 e drivin school, n no results cum out, despice my hard work. this time, i realli put in effort le, bt sumtime ur best ju8z simply isnt enuff. like they say, ur best is no longer enuff, u gotta b beta than others' best. guess its not my time yet. anyway gotta congrats those who hav gotten into e Uni and those who hav accuired a stable job. at least u all can say gd bye 2 e idling days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i b goin taiwan in a few times, will try 2 updates u guys wif e places n stuffs over there. until then, gd bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, &lt;br /&gt;Loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-114493931753946270?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/114493931753946270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=114493931753946270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114493931753946270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114493931753946270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/04/high-time.html' title='High Time!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114266719504578371</id><published>2006-03-17T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:33:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT fair=free gift carnival</title><content type='html'>wel wel if im not wrong, its almost a month since i last blog, sorry every1, realli no idea wat 2 write at times. where hav all my lin gan gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya last few days went 2 e IT fair, was a big crowd there. wel first day went there stil alrite, but abit tempted le, with samsung new digicam, i50, MP3 cum digicam + lots of free gifts. tahan abit so nv buy. den sat my colleague ask me go look 4 a printer 4 him, hah tis time cant tahan le, e free gifts more than the first day. in e end, i brought tat digicam, with free gifts like photoprinter, tripod stand, 2 1gb memory cards and a camera box. wel i can say its a worthwhile deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai sei joseph n wb, tat day actualli realli wanna go nite cycle de, juz tat day got OT  den my legs r like givin way le, tis is e result of not exercising for e last 3 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno y, but i despice guys who live on gals, i juz cant help it. i not mentioning any names, but if the guy is capable of doin tat, tat make worse than a jacka**. wel mayb i abit da nan ren zhu yi, but seriously, a guy shud cum wif pride (bt not too much) other than bein dependent. n 1 more thing, i wont use any any part of e money in my uncles' saving. i got my principle, beta trust myself than others. hah dun worry la, its not tat i gettin poorer, im stil e same, juz tat its call planning 4 e future, so muz limit and reserve money 2 their uses. ok la, enuff of scoldin le, lata i become a public enemy. but 1 thing im veri glad, my bro is currently workin in my former job, ice cream boy, meanin he wil go hse by hse 2 sell ice cream. so next time c sum1 dark n look abit like me, pls gif face ah.. &lt;br /&gt;(gif face=buy at least 1 set of ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       signin off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-114266719504578371?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/114266719504578371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=114266719504578371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114266719504578371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114266719504578371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-fairfree-gift-carnival.html' title='IT fair=free gift carnival'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114122073535644671</id><published>2006-03-01T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:45:35.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice song</title><content type='html'>juz wanna share tis nice wif u all, heres e lyrics, KiSS gOOdbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby不要再哭泣&lt;br /&gt;这一幕多么熟悉&lt;br /&gt;紧握着你的手彼此都舍不得分离&lt;br /&gt;每一次想开口但不如保持安静&lt;br /&gt;给我一分钟专心&lt;br /&gt;好好欣赏你的美&lt;br /&gt;幸福搭配悲伤&lt;br /&gt;痛是在我心交叉&lt;br /&gt;挫折的眼泪不能测试爱的重量&lt;br /&gt;付出的爱收不回&lt;br /&gt;还欠你的我不能给&lt;br /&gt;别把我心也带走&lt;br /&gt;去跟随&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次kiss you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-114122073535644671?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/114122073535644671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=114122073535644671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114122073535644671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/114122073535644671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/03/nice-song.html' title='Nice song'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-114061306574201885</id><published>2006-02-22T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:57:45.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple yet sweet valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/1600/Photo-0017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/320/Photo-0017.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry 4 not postin 4 so long. its been a long while since my internet was down. On our third month-sary, we went fish n co in Novena sq. i choose that place bcos its quite quiet n less crowded. i gave her a heart shape photo frame with our photo in it. hah mayb othertime den show e photo ba. well we took part in e couple photo shoot for fish n co. haha hope we will win bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feb 14, dear went for blood testin at GH n din went 4 work. so i was to meet her after my work. i met her near her place, n pass her present. when she first open it, she let out a loud laugh, i was puzzled at pt of time. bt she refused 2 tell y. i gave her puzzle photo of us, both wearin yellow, banana couple lolz. we went 4 a walk near sr centre area. at 10 pm, i c her home, but to find out she had my gift ready le. it was then i figure y e laughter. her gift for me was also a puzzle. i was quite touched and surprise. consider that we nv told each other wat our gift is, bt it juz turn out theres such thing as telepathy. thanks dear.&lt;div 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valentine'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113864116357071142</id><published>2006-01-30T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:12:43.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happi birthday 2 myself!!</title><content type='html'>sorri 4 tis late update, keep forgetin 2 update on my blog. ya it was reall a enjoyable birthday celebration, esp cake smashin part. went 2 PS wif dear dear 2 shop 4 awhile b4 goin 2 clark quay 2 meet e rest. bt 2 my horror, i forget 2 tell them the meetin time had change from 7 to 7.30pm, so when we reach there, haha we got afew pissed expression lookin at us, sorri my bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a downpour outside e mrt station, rainin cats and dogs, so end up settlin our dinner at china town pt, wif some jap food. was force 2 drink 'alot' sake at e end of e dinner, until i abit giddy. den came e cake, it was a pleasant cake from pat n her sis,  they brought from polar, so muz b quite ex. while i was doin usual ritual, meanin pullin e candle outta e cake wif my mouth, here comes ml n leroy, smashin my face rite into e cake, n mind u, at tat moment, i can feel theres choc inside my nose, not 2 mention how much force they use, haha i knew tis wil happen to me 1 day, after doin so many pranks on others over e yrs. after tat went 2 e settler cafe 2 hav sum games, it was fun-lovin, had a realli great time down there, n thanks 4 e gifts guys, luv them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli wanna thanks e followin ppl: my dear dear of course, joseph, pat, pauline, kelvin, leroy, ying long, ming loon &amp; jia ming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113656693514216474</id><published>2006-01-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:02:15.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome ur fear</title><content type='html'>its been almost 3 yrs, and i haven been able to overcome tis fear all tis while, until now. tis was 1 of the biggest twist of my life, havin one side is my mum, e other is my auntie, who took care of me since i was born, until i was 12. so its so hard 2 to stay neutral between them, i noe my mum stil blame my aunt 4 my dad's death, bt 1 thing 4 sure, nobody wanted it 2 happen, i mean wuld my uncle purposely bang his bike, i dun tink so. in fact i believe in timing, as in if a person is destined 2 leave tis world, he shud leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last mon, i was finalli to conquer tis fear, to go visit my aunt 3 yrs after e unhappy incident, actualli i was quite surprised, cos i expect my aunt to be actin hostile towards me, after e trouble my mum caused, bt it was e other way round, we had a gd chat, n i learn bout how things had change at their side, bt anyway tis muz keep away from my mum, cos she stil hold grudges against my aunt. actualli, if i were 2 go there alone, i mite not even dare 2 press e door bell, bt it was dear who accompanied me there, n gif me encouragement 2 overcome tis fear, thanks dear, without u, i mite not b as brave, bt i definitely not a wussy haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya tat day also spend e afternoon wif dear at home watchin dvd, the american pie 4, was a hilarious show, quite worth watchin, too bad local cinema doesnt hav it. n also da bao dinner ba, since i was sick, i cant realli choose wat to eat, ke lian chong. so we had some indian rojak also, was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信就有，不相信就没有, tis sentence may sound simple, bt it actualli serve as a livin motto 4 me, and no1 owe us a livin, we ourselve owe us a livin, so make sure 2 live  ur life 2 e fullest. dear, juz rem, watever u do, i wil always b supportin u =&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-113656693514216474?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/113656693514216474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=113656693514216474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113656693514216474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113656693514216474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2006/01/overcome-ur-fear.html' title='Overcome ur fear'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113595248120305922</id><published>2005-12-30T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:21:21.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!</title><content type='html'>Hey i dunno any1 stil reading tis blog, bt if u dun, i dun blame u, cos its been freaking long time since i last write anythin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: simple, bz wif work lor, as if. but seriousli, now i know y my frens who went 4 attachment earlier on, told tat attachment is no life, but wil more like tired actualli, mainly bcos of the long journey. wel my department is fun, or shud i sae its more like Shaolin temple (all guys ma, wat u expect!) every1 is ez 2 tok 2 ba, bt 1 of the most interestin i learn so far, is office politics and human relations (nothin 2 do wif e serious work la, i where got so hardworkin), a gd worker not onli nid 2 do his job well, but also get along wel wif his peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya e other day went 2 west mall 2 meet up wif mr goh n his kids n a few polymates, was a interestin yet short outin, but realli relieve myself from the daily workin life i stil tryin 2 get use 2, esp e arcade session, thanks sir, 4 e 30 bucks on arcade of course. =X now i startin 2 b abit "gien" over arcade le hahaha. n dear was realli a gd skater, dun believe challenge her la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been quite sick e past few days, lost my voice eventually, now i sound more like a duck, keep on zhao xiang. hah bo bian la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peers (if any), tats all 4 now, if i can rem my blog password e next time, i wil surely blog again.. bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Tong^2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-113595248120305922?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/113595248120305922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=113595248120305922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113595248120305922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113595248120305922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/12/back.html' title='Back!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113379635489072707</id><published>2005-12-05T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:25:54.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sure</title><content type='html'>wel an eventful week hav passed, or shud i sae tiring week, esp bcos of e nite cycling on sat nite, realli taxing, both my legs were cramped, haiz. fri went 2 my buddy hse wif dear 4 dinner, teppanyaki style, ended up bloated in e end, hah bt it was a enjoyable meal afterall, esp wif the interogating part, pai seh sia ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den on sat, met up wif old gang members 4 wei bin bday celebration, buffet at e mongolian restaurant at parkmall, had a long crappy tok wif them, its been long since we last meet up le. after tat went 4 sum pool 4 awhile, but kp losin games, haha practice is needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav nv been so sure bout things i do tis life, bt now, i already had every in mind le, im so sure of wat i want now, its like after storm, e sky slowli become clear and u can finalli get 2 c a clear picture of the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-113379635489072707?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113319182499803722</id><published>2005-11-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:39:28.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moi dear</title><content type='html'>yoz every1 hao ma, its been long since i write anythin here, n thks 2 sum1 who commented tat my blog being so 'stagnant', haha.. no la, today attachment juz start, bt its more of a boring day, watchin videos n videos, juz like viva in sch, ya sorri 4 my typo if any, cos now currently trainin 4 multi taskin. ya tis entry is specially dedicated 2 sum1, since tat special sum1 suggested writin bout her, haha later she say i tryin 2 make her look ba dao, actualli no la, shes veri understandin de, glad 2 hav her ard. no la, actualli i ownself wanna update blog, den find a lame excuse 2 cover, bleh ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualli been seein her alot lately, which make me more in love wif her, realli wish e best 4 her 4 her attachment, bt i noe she wil, as she always excel in watever she do, i got plenty of confident in u. haha although i noe shes tryin veri hard 2 change my bad habits, example hunchback, dun worry, i wil change them 4 ur sake de, since its a change 4 e beta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao ba, tired le, gotta go rest le, tml stil got a long day 2 go, ganbatte every1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-113319182499803722?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/113319182499803722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=113319182499803722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113319182499803722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113319182499803722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/11/moi-dear.html' title='moi dear'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113184850132439560</id><published>2005-11-13T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:21:41.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>加油！！</title><content type='html'>wel looks like things is beginin 2 turn gd, at least better than b4. my bro got a job 4 himself at a seafood restaurant at marina bay, wel at least now he noe wat its like 2 work outside. ya trainin at cptc is stil as 'xiong', bt realli had fun durin the fire fightin session, fun=being drenched. haha now wil b hopin e best 4 my mum, she is now havin sum prob wif her new job. ytd was my small bro birthday, brought him a toy car n a pair of shoes. haha now officialli broke, tink a mahjong session is wat i need 2 recoup e losses. n thx 2 comments, i now look like my bro's father, do i realli look tat old? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel im stil a kid at heart at times, except i begin 2 sharpen blades, haha kiddin ba. bt wil b hopin e best 4 my next TP, which happen 2 b on my birthday next yr, its more of double e celebration or not next yr. ya 2 weeks more 2 endin our time at cptc, hope 2 finish it peacefully, as in no war break out between any1, tat wil b best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is 2 e special sum1, thx 4 healin my heart.=&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-113144992066608428</id><published>2005-11-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:38:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>黑色毛衣</title><content type='html'>一件黑色毛衣 两个人的回忆&lt;br /&gt;雨过之后更难忘记 忘记我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不用在意流泪 也只想刚好合意&lt;br /&gt;我早已经待在谷底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道不能再留住你 也知道不能没有孤寂&lt;br /&gt;感激你让我拥有缺点的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着那白色的蜻蜓 在空中忘了前进&lt;br /&gt;还能不能重新编织 脑海中起毛球的记忆&lt;br /&gt;再说我爱你 可能雨也不会停&lt;br /&gt;黑色毛衣 藏在那里&lt;br /&gt;就让回忆永远停在那里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-113144992066608428?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/113144992066608428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=113144992066608428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113144992066608428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/113144992066608428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='黑色毛衣'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112989594567063947</id><published>2005-10-21T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T04:59:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand of apologies</title><content type='html'>sumtime i wonder, y do ppl put on a mask whenever in front of others. dun they hav down moments? even if they do, they sumhow find it hard 2 express it. its like u nv expect 2 c a clown realli cries durin a performance. its so natural 4 a clown 2 entertain others, tat sumhow he lost himself n forget who he is. i myslef is 1 such person. wel or shud i sae i "evolve" into 1 such person. 习惯成自然. i dunno how 2 fully express my inner self 2 others, causing alot confusion n misunderstandings. mayb 2 sum ppl, my action wuld hav been seen as a traitor or anythin else. bt seriousli i cant help it, n i realli cant express myself in full, tts y i hope my apologies here wuld at least ease sum anger. its simply my nature 2 run away from problems. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;now, tis is 4 a fren, im realli sorry if i cause any unhappiness or hurt u wif wat i said e other day, i simply couldnt deceive myself over e truth, blame me 4 my stubborn character and bluntness. i juz dunno wats appropriate 2 say. a failure im, as i hav fail 2 keep my family bond intact, sorry father, i hav let u down times n times, my results too r trash. my mum juz got a new job n is stil tryin 2 adapt 2 e new environment, so i tot nt troublin her too much, bt i let my temper ran wild again in front of her. in fact, i juz had a big fight wif my second bro, he mite hav grown bigger than me now, bt im no pushover, we had such a big fight tat it even alarm our neighbours. i was furious wif him scoldin my mum over trivial matters tat i blow my top, n cum 2 punches wif him. i even took e a knife outta e kitchen n chase out 2 e corridor. my neighbours had quite a gd impression of me so far, bt i guess after tis incident, they mite hav tink im a real mean person, which i happen 2 b. lately, hes been wif sum bad companies tis days, even i myself also not sure who they r. hes been skippin sch, n he hadnt realli came back durin my exam period. at tat time i was realli preoccupied, tat i hardly had any chance 2 c him, n once again, i oso fail 2 express my pt of view 2 him. guess he wunt b cumin back home tonite too, after wat juz happen. how i wish we could go back 2 wat we use 2 b like, playful n cheerful, no worries at all. i hate 2 admit it bt, after e fight i went 2 had a bath, n i actualli shed sum tears durin shower, i was regretful 4 my actions n everythin tat hav happen 2 my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mum, i din 2 make u cried juz now, cos i tink hes realli runnin over ur head le, i simply juz lost my cool n almost commit e unthinkable. n im definitely sorry bro, i din mean 2 hit u or anythin, i admit im in e wrong too, bt i tink tis is not e way 2 treat ur mum, its realli unacceptable. the fact tat my attachment had alot long n hectic trips,n sumtime my temper juz seen like rising every min. tts y i simply culdnt take it anymore. im sure i stil own alot ppl apologies, juz tat i culdnt rem every1 who i hav hurt b4. all i can sae is sorry. such reflect e kinda person im, how much bad things i hav done in e past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess even though i had live a brief n short 19 yrs, alot things happen, sum ppl mite sae its eventful, bt y r most of them endin in a tragic way. a fortune once told me my life wil b beta after my 21 birthday, bt i simply cant c it cumin, e fact tat bad things r stil happenin. durin my life, i exp bein betrayed, labeled, biased, prejudiced, hated n everythin, n i guess its realli gettin in2 me every now n then, every1 had a past, bt i guess mine is realli far away from wat they so called happiness. its veri unusual 4 me 2 blog at tis hr, bt i simply gotta let it out, or i mite juz do sumthin stupid again.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         signin off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         sinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112989594567063947?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112989594567063947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112989594567063947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112989594567063947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1496/1057/320/P5010455exxx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soccer teams aka old gang: surf, JJ, Aku, Loon, PWB. long time nvr touch a soccer ball le. late nites, wake up late, non-stop gaming, part-time job, pool, sprayed T-shirt, window shopping, dai-dee, all tis r wat i have been after exam. mayb u can call it non-productive. bt at least allow me 2 b non-productive 4 tis last 3 week of holidays. cos after it will b a long study semester coupled wif long working hrs. bt tts fine wif me, rather idle e time away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din realli blog 4 quite sum time?! wel probably bcos my life not so happenin lately, been livin more on a routine basis. doin e same stuffs again n again. n after livin 4 19 ineffective yrs, i finalli found out e true meaning of my full name le, LTHD= Lupcheon the Hot Dog, diao. kao 1 eastern 1 western, how 2 mix seh. thx 2 sum1 of course. haha juz across a stupid phrase, bt it mite provide motivation 4 sum of u out there: nobody is perfect, im a nobody, tat make me perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112875403325571029?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112875403325571029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112875403325571029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112875403325571029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112875403325571029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/10/holidays-is-heaven.html' title='holidays is heaven'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112688930844294784</id><published>2005-09-17T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:48:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>何苦</title><content type='html'>y do i keep deceiving myself when i noe everythin is not rite. everythin revolve ard me are juz turning towards e wrong end. a life tat have gone veri wrong. first of all, my bro is simply testin my patience, if i had a choice, i wuld rather left him destroy himself, throw his own life away. i got quite sum headache handling human relationship recentli in sch. n coming home, i nid 2 get piss off wif my bro attitude n his selfish acts. he tink stayin out is gd bt he forget he got a mother whose a worry freak. n he himself oni tink of his own leisure bt not his future, ruinin his life. if not 4 my dad, i wuldnt even gif a damn bout it. sumtime ppl r given unforseen tasks tat they din expect wuld happen on themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb everythin shudnt hav take place, i shudnt hav met u, thus tis wuldnt turn into wat it is today. a false belief tat is nv true in any way. i mention once, deception is all it takes 2 kill. a mask is e best i can put up. tonite sumthin juz went into my head, such unfulfillment hav never cum across my mind until now, tat i noe things juz isnt gonna work e way i wanted it. i shudnt hav cast hope on anythin, tat tis wishful tot wil blossom some day. i have set my mind straight tis time round, doubtin myself from e start, knowin nothin gd wil ever happen 2 me. its beta 2 tink negative den 2 b elated over e impossibilities. burn my hope 2 ashes, so tat it will nv come back. if oni sum1 wil b there 2 teach me how 2 live. [uncertain]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112688930844294784?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112688930844294784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112688930844294784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112688930844294784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112688930844294784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='何苦'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112610920972121396</id><published>2005-09-08T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:06:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO or DIE!</title><content type='html'>wel actualli got not much 2 write bout, plus i now takin few mins break from my Process operation &amp; optimization revision, so mite as well make e most out of it. tis ppr tmr wil determine my fate, as in repeatin e module anot. *touch wood* so can say its a do or die ppr 4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, i saw e project superstar winner Tan Wei Lian, on my way to YCK mrt. which suddenly make me wanna listen to tat particular last song he sang on e nite of e final. 其实你不懂我的心. n ya, realli wanna use e song e judges always use,  你有感动到我. wel at least 4 tat few mins. as in b4 e final, i was kinda more like rootin 4 e other finalist, kelly. bt tis particular song realli change my impression of Wei Lian. hes gd, n like i said b4, not e most talented in sum ppl eyes, bt e most courageous. n oso, tis song e lyrics is kinda meaningful, although sum mite its juz a oldies tat has been forgotten. bt veri often, we do forget e roots of all gd things. tink i shall end tis entry wif my fav lines of tat song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说要远行暗地里伤心, 不让你看到哭泣的眼睛.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112610920972121396?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112610920972121396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112610920972121396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112610920972121396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112610920972121396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-or-die.html' title='DO or DIE!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112550723065653028</id><published>2005-09-01T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:53:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long due wake up call</title><content type='html'>monday got my simulink ppr, damn downhearted, bt cant blame any1 except 4 myself, i brought tis upon myself. wel it did serve as a wake up call, a long due 1. hav been enjoyin life without doin anythin productive 4 e past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel mayb totally, finally finishin my drivin lessons le, thks 2 sum unnecessary delay, hope 2 get a TP b4 attachment, to avoid any incovenience. wel tis hungry ghost month haven realli gone quiet all e time, had sum strange encounter, wel at least not encounter, bt it juz tat my figurine in e living room will drop by itself everynite, at e same exact time. n 4 sum reason, its always e same 1 that is droppin, 2 tink i close e glass cabinet. haha, mayb i offend e prayin ornaments that is rite beside my glass cabinet. bt i belive if u dun offend "them" or anythin, dun tink they wont b bother 2 disturb u.life's short, ppl come n ppl go, cherish those ard u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112550723065653028?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112550723065653028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112550723065653028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112550723065653028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112550723065653028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-due-wake-up-call.html' title='A long due wake up call'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112343580569195914</id><published>2005-08-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:30:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a big slump</title><content type='html'>ok, haven blog 4 awhile, so tat means i got quite alot 2 write ba, first of all, i like 2 apologize 2 alot of ppl, ppl in sch, my buddies, all those who r ard, 4 all my wrongdoings and mistakes. i noe i hav cause sum inconvenience 2 sum of u, n obviously i din realli do much bout it. hate me if it help, its all my fault, its all bcos of my inability 2 organise my time n frenships wel enuff, causing alot anger among those ard me. i mean sumtime hate n anger blinded us from doing the rite thing, wel i believe my last blog entry mite hav mislead alot of ppl. sorry, i wasnt in e rite state of mindset back den. 神啊，请你惩罚我的过错.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently abit low morale, firstly, i fail my POO ppr badly, so badly tat i heard its kinda like 20/100, which is fatal enuff, ya guess tmr lesson i wil kena from my lecturer le, wel at least im prepared 4 e worst le, n i believe i hav done quite badly 4 my common tests, wel my memory work hav sumhow becum short-term memory, which is pretty bad if it further deteriorate. everyday i felt like a loser, wanna work 2 earn sum extra cash, yet my result doesnt allow me 2 do so, i juz wanna take sum burden off my family, due 2 sum personal reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a veri disturbing dream last nite, it had such big psychological effects on me tat when i woke up in e morning, tears was actually rolling down. i noe tis may sound abit funny, bt last nite dream was abit of nitemare+tragedy. wel bt i cant say it here, due 2 personal reasons, i can only say it invole my family. i juz hav a odd feeling bout it. last nite b4 slp, i was watchin a movie til 3 plus, den came back home 2 slp, wonder does it hav anythin 2 do wif that dream. wel at least i did went 2 e temple n pray at noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112343580569195914?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112343580569195914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112343580569195914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112343580569195914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112343580569195914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-big-slump.html' title='In a big slump'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112222394007599349</id><published>2005-07-25T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T09:52:20.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>_______</title><content type='html'>e title summarise my mood, blank. today was a carefree day, at least it did help 2 take my bad memories n worries off my mind 4 awhile. ya went east coast with my buddy, Pat, nicholas, shiro, n pat's parents. brought my bike along, thanks 2 pat's dad car. spend most of e time eatin n cycling. had alot of cockels, tink my blood pressure wil surely rise up alot. as 4 dinner, uncle treat us eat e famous claypot fish head in amk, was really a filling n delicious meal. realli gotta thank them 4 e day programs. u all make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a thing in my brain tat i muz realli shout it out, i finally realise im e biggest fool of them all, to tink tat i always tot i can change things, bt sumtime no matter wat u do, it wun b enuff. im so tired of everythin, got so many prob waitin 4 me 2 solve. who wuld ever realise my difficulties. bt i certainly wil learn 2 accept things as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno if u wil ever c tis, bt e sight of u realli piss me off, b it in sch or else where, dun tink i own u anythin so tat u can cum out wif all tat ridiculous abuse. n dun use ur filthy as a weapon against others. i realli had enuff of u. 2 start with, i nv wanted u 2 b in my life or anythin. if i sound too harsh, so be it. _l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112222394007599349?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112222394007599349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112222394007599349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112222394007599349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112222394007599349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_25.html' title='_______'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112143139035514166</id><published>2005-07-15T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T05:43:10.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>比我幸福</title><content type='html'>望着广场的时钟你还在我的怀里躲风&lt;br /&gt;不习惯言不由衷沉默如何能让你都懂&lt;br /&gt;此刻与你相拥也算有始有终&lt;br /&gt;祝福有许多种心痛却尽在不言中&lt;br /&gt;请你一定要比我幸福才不枉费我狼狈退出&lt;br /&gt;再痛也不说苦爱不用抱歉来弭补&lt;br /&gt;至少我能成全你的追逐&lt;br /&gt;请记得你要比我幸福才值得我对自己残酷&lt;br /&gt;我默默的倒数最后再把你看清楚&lt;br /&gt;看你眼里的我好馍糊慢慢被放逐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放心去追逐你的幸福&lt;br /&gt;别管我愿不愿孤不孤独都别在乎&lt;br /&gt;请你一定要比我幸福才不枉费我狼狈退出&lt;br /&gt;再痛也不说苦爱不用抱歉来弭补&lt;br /&gt;至少我能成全你的追逐&lt;br /&gt;请记得你要比我幸福才值得我对自己残酷&lt;br /&gt;我默默的倒数最后再把你看清楚&lt;br /&gt;看你眼里的我好馍糊慢慢被放逐&lt;br /&gt;放心去追逐你的幸福&lt;br /&gt;别管我愿不愿孤不孤独都别在乎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112143139035514166?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112143139035514166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112143139035514166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112143139035514166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112143139035514166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_15.html' title='比我幸福'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112117291765915070</id><published>2005-07-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:55:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost control</title><content type='html'>first of all, its been long since i last blog, actualli i kinda forget bout it, but nvm, here i am. the last week come n go in a blink. was busy with drivin lessons and school. and to tink i stil got time to go for the talent time of my school, haha wel it was a good experience after all. sometime winning is not so important, its the process that is worth it. im glad that i given my best. wel life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway members of the old gang, maybe this saturday we go nite cycle, destination not confirm. really need to get away from the stressful lifestyle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, if you happen to see this(i tink u know who u r), im really sorry bout what i said on sunday, i really mean it, i hope it will not affect our friendship, i was too impulsive, that's why i wasn't careful with my words. i know you might not forgive me, even if you dun show it, but all i can say now is im really sorry for what i had done, i just kinda lose control on that day. 过往的画面,全都是我不对.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, believe in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112117291765915070?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112117291765915070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112117291765915070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112117291765915070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112117291765915070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost-control.html' title='Lost control'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112023187486355334</id><published>2005-07-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:31:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dull friday</title><content type='html'>today was the most boring and unhappening friday i ever had. after my drivin lesson, i decided 2 skip my lectures and went 2 sim lim n buy stuffs. n as usual i went 2 e Guan Yin temple nearby 2 pray 4 awhile. after tat i decided 2 take a walk, heading 2 chinatown. bt came 2 a stop at clark quay, by the riverside. decided 2 take a rest n before i noe, 2 hrs has passed with me sittin by the river side. well during this two hours, alot stuffs went thru my mind, mostly problems, b it from the past or now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw boat passed by the river bank, heavy wave will flow towards me. its den tat i get 2 understand tat those boats were juz like our problems, whereby we r e river itself, when a problem come by, we will experience its effect, but the only way 2 solve it is 2 hang on there, be strong n firm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have sae tis, i stil gotta admit there r things that i cant control, things that influence changes in my life, but i do hope things change 4 e beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ppl who misunderstand me, i beg 4 ur understnading, i have my shoe 2 fill. n ya, thks 4 e encouragement email u send, u noe who u r. ;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112023187486355334?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112023187486355334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112023187486355334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112023187486355334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112023187486355334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/07/dull-friday.html' title='dull friday'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-112015251709513827</id><published>2005-07-01T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:31:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一路向北</title><content type='html'>后视镜里的世界越来越远的道别&lt;br /&gt;你转身向背侧脸还是很美&lt;br /&gt;我用眼光去追竟听见你的泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在车窗外面排徊是我错失的机会&lt;br /&gt;你站的方位跟我中间隔着泪&lt;br /&gt;街景一直在后退&lt;br /&gt;你的崩溃在窗外零碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北&lt;br /&gt;离开有你的季节&lt;br /&gt;你说你好累&lt;br /&gt;已无法再爱上谁&lt;br /&gt;风在山路吹&lt;br /&gt;过往的画面&lt;br /&gt;全都是我不对&lt;br /&gt;细数惭愧我伤你几回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北&lt;br /&gt;离开有你的季节&lt;br /&gt;方向盘周围&lt;br /&gt;回转着我的后悔&lt;br /&gt;我加速超越&lt;br /&gt;却甩不掉紧紧跟随的伤悲&lt;br /&gt;细数惭愧我伤你几回&lt;br /&gt;停止狼狈就让错纯粹&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-112015251709513827?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/112015251709513827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=112015251709513827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112015251709513827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/112015251709513827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='一路向北'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111932915512072871</id><published>2005-06-21T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:45:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我真的以为</title><content type='html'>你在我身边不再怕黑每个晚上睡的甜美&lt;br /&gt;多暧昧你却不是我的谁&lt;br /&gt;我在你面前变的谦卑不敢要求你的一点回馈&lt;br /&gt;担心这种完美瞬间枯萎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的以为爱你双倍&lt;br /&gt;过去就会倒退但它迟早都会一夜珍贵&lt;br /&gt;你的房间里残留他的气味 所以忘却不干脆&lt;br /&gt;我真的以为爱会双倍 未来不管错对&lt;br /&gt;但你说爱我却不够绝对 还会想见他&lt;br /&gt;却还要我跟随 告诉我爱怎能这样的分配&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111932915512072871?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111932915512072871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111932915512072871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111932915512072871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111932915512072871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_21.html' title='我真的以为'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111915126739503708</id><published>2005-06-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:21:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mienai hope</title><content type='html'>the title 'mienai hope' actually means 看不见希望. din really had a good sleep, but flashes of images went thru my mind, not sure whether its dream or my thoughts, cant differentiate them anymore. this morning when i wake up, the sunlight no longer shine on my face, as i noe 我已离希望很遥远了. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of sum of my foolish actions, confusion caused, things have change, unable to return to wat it used to be. i have never believe in fortune tellers, but now, after losing all my belief, i suddenly wanna go and consult 1. i dunno the whether izzit the truth or lies, whether izzit the good or the worse, but i juz wanna an answer for my life, be it comforting or worsening. suddenly, a phrase started to resurface on my mind, 'why give me sugar when you have already feed me poison'. history repeat itself i guess, it was like this 5 yrs ago, now, the same things still happen. i cant get wat u said off my mind. im really tired of this life, a life with responsibilities yet no purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren once told me, i seriously need some belief and a person to heal me, or shud i say my heart. juz when i tot i can have some quiet time at home, suddenly found out alot guests will be coming later in the afternoon, well i guess the next best thing is to for me to get lost. i guess i will be walking aimlessly outside later. im sorry, but a fade smile is all i can put up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you, waiting for you to come here to my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111915126739503708?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111915126739503708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111915126739503708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111915126739503708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111915126739503708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/mienai-hope.html' title='mienai hope'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111868538624403261</id><published>2005-06-17T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:56:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>这一次的倔强</title><content type='html'>this title i have here is actually originated from a song by mayday. wel tink im having mix feelings at the moment. but afterall, im glad that i did not let myself down, for being frank enough. sorry if any hard feelings caused. 至少我给了自己一个交代，也对的起自己.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i know im very stubborn at times, but i just acting according to my heart. theres nothing wrong with it. ya actually quite touched when get to know some stuffs, but im a bloke, so its hard for me to express this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111868538624403261?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111868538624403261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111868538624403261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111868538624403261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111868538624403261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='这一次的倔强'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111894233172380206</id><published>2005-06-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:18:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hard day night</title><content type='html'>wat a day, i mean wat a nite, nothing much happened in the day, but during e nite, wel my bro had high fever gotta rush him all the way 2 the nearest hospital, amk hospital. i found out tat actualli its not 24 hrs, den gotta head for a more expensive alternative, Mount Alvenia Hospital. the doctor said his temp was 39.7 degree celsius, pretty high for a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well had a misunderstanding, but hope it will resolve soon, only u can believe me. forgive me, im juz not good at words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111894233172380206?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111894233172380206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111894233172380206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111894233172380206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111894233172380206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/hard-day-night.html' title='a hard day night'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111840412293086178</id><published>2005-06-10T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:48:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dillema</title><content type='html'>the past few days went past in a quick blink, with a twist of events in them. n yea kbox is earning big bucks from me, went there 5 times in the last 9 days. but it was enjoyable, maybe that's really the only place that make me feel like myself. lab reports are beginning to accumulate, and thats really a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's two thing in my hand, friendship and relationship, both of which i really cherish. but i know i juz gotta make a choice soon, or this matter might get worse. and yin long, you were kinda right, we are the same type of people, 宁可人复我，也不可我复人.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111840412293086178?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111840412293086178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111840412293086178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111840412293086178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111840412293086178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/dillema.html' title='dillema'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111815398141117941</id><published>2005-06-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:19:41.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred</title><content type='html'>today was a tiring day, although i only stay in town for 4 hrs, maybe because of yesterday night cycling. and yea, talking bout that, i had a fall on the way to sengkang. but should be ok i tink, juz need a couple of days to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, school goes on and everybody is as stress as usual, be it human relationships or school work. but really hope everything will return to its oringinal states. this way, at least its more peaceful. i mean the course isnt tat big in numbers, and im sure ppl wil meet each other in the near future, then why make life hard for each other. wel, enuff said, the rest lies in tml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111815398141117941?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111815398141117941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111815398141117941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111815398141117941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111815398141117941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/scarred.html' title='Scarred'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111815330073339816</id><published>2005-06-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:08:20.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in the rain</title><content type='html'>sitting by the window,Singing songs of love &lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here,Because the memory's not enough &lt;br /&gt;Wear my mask in silence,Pretending i'm alright &lt;br /&gt;If you could see then you would be,Here standing by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i'm walking in the rain,I find myself trying to wash away the pain &lt;br /&gt;Cause i need you to give me some shelter,Cause i'm fading away &lt;br /&gt;And baby, i'm walking in the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111815330073339816?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111815330073339816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111815330073339816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111815330073339816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111815330073339816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/walking-in-rain.html' title='walking in the rain'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111773618442225288</id><published>2005-06-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:16:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ugly truth</title><content type='html'>damn tired, but just gotta end the day with this entry. first of all, i dont know why, but this few days, i seen thru all faces of man, especially the ugly side, alot of problem came up regarding human relationship, and i mean from all directions. guess im not that good at handling this kinda problems. i really hate myself for that, but it seem, cant be help. i smell blood, as if war is around the corner, well in fact its just a thin line between the good and the ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reasons, i been searching for a person who was lost in my memory. although i know this may be too good to be true, but i just wanna keep believing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, almost forgot, gotta thanks my buddy, pat, hes sis and their fren for the kbox thingy, realli enjoy myself tonight, was very vexed before that, but feel much better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111773618442225288?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111773618442225288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111773618442225288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111773618442225288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111773618442225288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/06/ugly-truth.html' title='the ugly truth'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111746970109653297</id><published>2005-05-31T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:15:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song again?!</title><content type='html'>just came by a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到了这个时候还是一样&lt;br /&gt;夜里的寂寞容易叫人悲伤&lt;br /&gt;我不敢想的太多&lt;br /&gt;因为我一个人&lt;br /&gt;迎面而来的月光拉长身影&lt;br /&gt;漫无目的地走在冷冷的街&lt;br /&gt;我没有你的消息&lt;br /&gt;因为我在想你&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;br /&gt;我到了这个时候还是一样&lt;br /&gt;夜里的寂寞容易叫人悲伤&lt;br /&gt;我不敢想的太多&lt;br /&gt;因为我一个人&lt;br /&gt;迎面而来的月光拉长身影&lt;br /&gt;漫无目的地走在冷冷的街&lt;br /&gt;我没有你的消息&lt;br /&gt;因为我在想你&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;br /&gt;爱我别走&lt;br /&gt;如果你说你不爱我&lt;br /&gt;不要听见你真的说出口&lt;br /&gt;再给我一点温柔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111746970109653297?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111746970109653297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111746970109653297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111746970109653297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111746970109653297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/song-again.html' title='song again?!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111737832442519822</id><published>2005-05-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T07:52:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden rush of energy</title><content type='html'>all out of a sudden, a rush of energy flows in me, its more like a kind of motivation from an unknown source. guess i shall try to pull myself up and continue from where i had stopped. do it with true courage, cast my fear aside, live with no regret, live to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my leg is kinda swollen, guess i injured myself the other day, it juz hurts whenever i start walking. guess i will consult doctor within this few days, before it get out of hand. n yea, school reopen later in the day, hope i dont oversleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111737832442519822?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111737832442519822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111737832442519822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111737832442519822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111737832442519822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/sudden-rush-of-energy.html' title='sudden rush of energy'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111730776171792771</id><published>2005-05-29T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T12:16:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island rush!!</title><content type='html'>what a day it was, i guess its been some time since i last ran til i cant even walk properly after that. i should say i have reach my physical limit. although we did not win anything, but it was a nice and pleasant experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, met some funny people during the event, there were this 5 girls or shud i say kids, who my team is suppose to team up with, initially the mood was quite tense, maybe because of the age gap. they all look older than their actual age, which is 13. haha small kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sentosa can be a nightmare if you just follow blindly according to their sign boards, all because of the renovation down there. we had a hard time getting to palawan beach. well thats about all now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopening soon, stressful days are returning. wish people around me can always be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111730776171792771?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111730776171792771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111730776171792771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111730776171792771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111730776171792771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/island-rush.html' title='Island rush!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111685449741972865</id><published>2005-05-23T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T06:23:24.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now or never</title><content type='html'>Some things you can only have yourself to rely on, cause only you yourself can solve it, others cant give you solutions, because they are not the ones bearing the consequences of your decisions, and i mean from all aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have a few skeletons kept in the closet, but now i think its time i finally let it off my chest. i dunno the outcomes, but i do know life will never be the same as before. its do or die, now or never. and yea, going for a island rush this coming weekend, its more like a amazing race, only that the prize money isnt 1 million. so wish me luck. cause i know i will need a lot of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111685449741972865?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111685449741972865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111685449741972865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111685449741972865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111685449741972865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/now-or-never.html' title='now or never'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111647289193967434</id><published>2005-05-19T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:21:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappening</title><content type='html'>nothing much happened in my life recently, juz work and slack. ya maybe some outdoor activities occassionally organised by my friends. and yea, quite unsatisfied with the combination i got for next semester, but well, im juz the kind of guy who just accept what im given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do have a feeling that something will happen in the near future, just something, be it good or bad, and yea, school will reopen in a week time, time flies, life is short, so be cool for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111647289193967434?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111647289193967434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111647289193967434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111647289193967434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111647289193967434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/unhappening.html' title='Unhappening'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111600744113178790</id><published>2005-05-14T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:04:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell</title><content type='html'>this past few days, i came to realise that im like returning to the old wild days. first of all, its been long since i last point a middle finger and scold the "magic words" at someone in public. but thats wat exactly i did, and i feel kinda satisfied somehow. maybe its all due to some bad companies i made friend with recently. suddenly, i feel there's a shell forming around me, separating me from others, a cold feeling that i never ever had. but its true, i juz felt this way. sometime, i juz wanders around on free days, dont know wat to do, feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never the less, my relationship with my second bro seem to be getting better, thanks to a long-forgotten game i found the other day. we dont really talk much, even during reunion dinners. i know alot of things gotta be changed and are waiting for me to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111600744113178790?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111600744113178790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111600744113178790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111600744113178790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111600744113178790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/shell.html' title='Shell'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111564397954042844</id><published>2005-05-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T06:06:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>借口</title><content type='html'>翻着我们的照片,想念若隐若现,去年的冬天我们笑得很甜,看着你哭泣的脸对着我说再见,来不及听见,你已走得很远,也许你已经放弃我,也许已经很难回头,我知道是自己错过,请再给我一个理由说你不爱我,就算是我不懂,能不能原谅我,请不要把分手当作你的请求,我知道坚持要走,是你受伤的藉口,请你回头,我会陪你一直走到最后,就算没有结果,我也能够承受,我知道你的痛是我给的承诺,你说给过我纵容,沉默是因为包容,如果要走请你记得我,如果难过,请你忘了我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111564397954042844?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111564397954042844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111564397954042844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111564397954042844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111564397954042844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_09.html' title='借口'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111552237935263724</id><published>2005-05-08T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T20:19:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; believe that God give me all this extreme tasks, cause he want me to come out with extreme measures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God bring me all this problems, cause he want me to come out with my own resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God take away things from me, cause he want to make me learn how to live without them&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God still do give me something in return, just that i did not notice it&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God still punish me for all the wrong that i have done, so that i will learn my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God bring me through all this, just to make me a better and stronger person&lt;br /&gt;i still believe in you, God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111552237935263724?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111552237935263724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111552237935263724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111552237935263724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111552237935263724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111531060924567567</id><published>2005-05-06T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:30:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>轨迹</title><content type='html'>我知道现在对你说爱我别走，已经太迟了，我也没有什么要求，只希望你快乐。其实我已知道你有事要对我说了，只是说不出口，我知道坚持要走，是你受伤的借口，谢谢你给我的一切，我很感激你。我一直以来只想唱歌给你听，希望你能听的进去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel so sad, I dunno whether I can wake up tml,  不过，不用担心的太多，我会尽量好好过，我会选择放弃你，只因为我太爱你，答应我，你也要好好过下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我能够给你的最后的疼爱，就是手放开。再次要谢谢你，给我一个这么美丽的童话。&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for all this while and good luck in advance for ur attachment next week. miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111531060924567567?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111531060924567567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111531060924567567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111531060924567567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111531060924567567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_06.html' title='轨迹'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111530146557732832</id><published>2005-05-05T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:57:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>phew, this few days simply drain out all the energy in me, very tired, yet very bored. lucky i kept myself busy, haha. hmm my result isnt as bad as i have expected, well done louis, at least your GPA is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, nearly forget, gotta thanks Mr. slenes for visiting this blog so often. good luck in whatever you are doing now. ( u shud know wat i mean, hehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111530146557732832?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111530146557732832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111530146557732832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111530146557732832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111530146557732832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111514411557672359</id><published>2005-05-04T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:15:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>晴天</title><content type='html'>nothing much now, juz wanna share with u all my fav song, 晴天.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事的小黄花,从出生的那年就飘着,童年的荡秋千,随记忆一直晃到现在,吹着前奏望着天空的我想起花瓣试着掉落.为你翘课的那一天,花落的那一天,教室的那一间,我怎么看不见,消失的下雨天,我好想再淋一遍,每想到失去勇气我还留着,好想再问一遍,你会等待还是离开.刮风这天,我试过握着你手,但偏偏,雨渐渐,大到我看你不见,还要多久,我才能在你身边,等到放晴的那天,也许我会比较好一点.从前从前,有个人爱你很久,但偏偏,风渐渐,把距离吹得好远,好不容易,又能再多爱一天,但故事的最后你好像还是说了拜拜.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111514411557672359?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111514411557672359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111514411557672359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111514411557672359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111514411557672359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='晴天'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111506092653810292</id><published>2005-05-03T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:08:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid</title><content type='html'>alot of things were left unsaid, doubts were everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;keeping it to myself, keepin myself busy,&lt;br /&gt;but the thoughts juz wont go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i only got a question which only a person can answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111506092653810292?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111506092653810292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111506092653810292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111506092653810292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111506092653810292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/unsaid.html' title='Unsaid'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111495543480921684</id><published>2005-05-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T06:50:34.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>today was a tiring day, went to gif my buddy WB some opinions on clothes, then later went for street soccer tournament organised by joseph's church, at first we thought it would be a boring 1, but actually it was quite fun, because i have realise that its been ages since the old gang last played soccer together. and joseph's church mates were very friendly too, thanks for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we won all matches, but the most important thing is everyone have fun. 友谊第一，比赛第二.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111495543480921684?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111495543480921684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111495543480921684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111495543480921684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111495543480921684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111489188344487027</id><published>2005-05-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:11:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champ!!!</title><content type='html'>finally,after 50 years, the long wait is well over, on come a new era in EPL, and blue is the color, was so happy when they r declared the champion. haha seriously i didnt know i will live to see Chelsea lift up that very trophy. Everyone play well, especially lampard &amp; terry, they are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111489188344487027?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111489188344487027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111489188344487027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111489188344487027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111489188344487027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/05/champ.html' title='Champ!!!'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111470312689934823</id><published>2005-04-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:45:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>以父之名</title><content type='html'>for those who ask me why this blog got two christian names in its address, i shall ans your question. the latter name(Louis) is my christian name, as for the front part(daniel), its actually my dad's name, who passed away 2 years ago. so u can say this address is kinda like in memory of him, who i respect the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111470312689934823?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111470312689934823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111470312689934823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111470312689934823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111470312689934823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='以父之名'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111460965491601123</id><published>2005-04-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T06:47:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: 童话</title><content type='html'>i stil rem ur blog entry bout this song, how it goes, i thought for the whole day, and i suddenly came out with a ans for the qn u raise yesterday. Maybe u tink theres not much difference, but i truthfully wanna walk thru this 童话 with u, i have already set my mind long ago, even though i din mention much bout it. i know this past few day i might have say something wong that could have upset u in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i guess im kinda distracted over it the whole day, 但是我想通了, i dont want interfere with your freedom, 这些都只因为我太爱你. luv u always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin off,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111460965491601123?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111460965491601123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111460965491601123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111460965491601123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111460965491601123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/04/re.html' title='Re: 童话'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12456498.post-111454183538866554</id><published>2005-04-27T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:57:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>openin ceremony</title><content type='html'>my first ever blog entry, i guess boredom had gotten the better of me, drivin me to an edge til i resort to creatin a blog account, wel afterall, even my little nephew got a blog account herself, mind u, shes only 9 months old, if free do visit &lt;a href="http://daddylearnstoblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://daddylearnstoblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my purpose of creatin this blog is also to tell ppl wat i truly feel inside yet never say it out at all, at least u all know wat i actually meant to, &amp; wat i actually dont meant to. And of course, sum words juz dun seem to be able to come out of my mouth, so i gotta use this as a media to let u noe wat im tinkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12456498-111454183538866554?l=danielouis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/feeds/111454183538866554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12456498&amp;postID=111454183538866554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111454183538866554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12456498/posts/default/111454183538866554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danielouis.blogspot.com/2005/04/openin-ceremony.html' title='openin ceremony'/><author><name>Louis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164451775154545421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gtGcc1n0G0/SNpJV9Pgu-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JmVrHk8HbLM/S220/17044063839957l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
