<?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-12222482</id><updated>2012-01-19T09:42:29.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment To Remember</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing much, a blog for me to post some stuffs i come across in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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I am so grateful that I am by your side when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little, perhaps next to nothing that I can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hold you until you feel better, no matter how long it takes for you to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6359405705238952427?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6359405705238952427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6359405705238952427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6359405705238952427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6359405705238952427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-tore-me-up-inside-when-you-cried-and.html' title=''/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6575757596132354375</id><published>2012-01-02T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:25:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;对你来说熟悉就像是放久了 没气 的“可乐” 难以入口是吧 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;很多时候, 我们都被 “心动” 骗了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;但其实 我们爱上的&amp;nbsp;很多时候&lt;br /&gt;都是新鲜感制造的”怦然”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;而不是那个人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;等到三个月过去了&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;当你看腻了这个人的脸&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;习惯了他的一切&lt;br /&gt;开始挑剔一些有的没有的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;他就会变成只剩下糖水的”可乐”&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;再也不能给我们”怦然”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;于是 你就继续寻找&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;下一罐“可乐”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6575757596132354375?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6575757596132354375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6575757596132354375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6575757596132354375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6575757596132354375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='可乐'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1543584004372643015</id><published>2011-11-27T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:09:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Should have stopped waiting for that text you said you were going to reply to days ago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1543584004372643015?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1543584004372643015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1543584004372643015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1543584004372643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1543584004372643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-640997349273127822</id><published>2011-11-18T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:37:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not that hard to comprehend...</title><content type='html'>to put it simply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-640997349273127822?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/640997349273127822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=640997349273127822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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waiting for you for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am afraid of is, in a world where no one is guaranteeded a tomorrow, are we wasting too much time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5809526085766496937?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5809526085766496937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5809526085766496937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5809526085766496937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5809526085766496937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-not.html' title='I am not..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-209125385875188801</id><published>2011-11-13T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:14:33.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你的。。</title><content type='html'>爱情，就只是怦然， 新鲜感？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-209125385875188801?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/209125385875188801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=209125385875188801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/209125385875188801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/209125385875188801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='你的。。'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1738168252527859610</id><published>2011-10-28T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:15:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, you sent me a text blasting me for not replying to you while I was showing I am active on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, you are doing exactly to me what you told me not to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to continually try to convince myself I mean anything to you when you find it more worth whole to spend time on a social working site instead of one minute to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't see this and probably never will but I still hope you would stop doing what you didn't like people doing to you, to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1738168252527859610?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1738168252527859610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1738168252527859610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1738168252527859610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1738168252527859610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8692044705661780613</id><published>2011-10-27T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:41:12.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不要。。</title><content type='html'>。。 再拿一个曾经拥有过你却不珍惜你的人和一个珍惜你却从不曾拥有过你的人比较。。&lt;br /&gt;这样对我很不公平。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要对我好之因为我对你好，这样是在侮辱我对你的好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全世界，也许只有你看不出来吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你到底。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知不知道。。有没有想过。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8692044705661780613?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8692044705661780613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8692044705661780613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8692044705661780613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8692044705661780613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_27.html' title='不要。。'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1235481305883060228</id><published>2011-10-25T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:41:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最遥远的距离</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;"世界上最遥远的距离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;不是&amp;nbsp; 生与死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;而是&amp;nbsp; 我就站在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;面前 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;却不知道我爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;世界上最遥远的距离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;不是 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;我就站在你面前 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;却不知道我爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;而是&amp;nbsp; 明明无法抵挡这股想念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;却还得故意装作丝毫没有把&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;放在心里"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1d12e9; font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;很老套但是却那么真实，那么痛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;从不画下的那个安全范围， 随着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;心情残生的不规则感只会把我慢慢逼远。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;我不是一个没有脾气 没有情绪的人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;只是在你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;面前我的骄傲和尊严并没总要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;总要的是我只是要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;妳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 楷体_GB2312;"&gt;在我生命里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多靠近是太近？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多远是太远？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;如果...我看過妳看過的世界..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;走過妳走過的路&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;是不是就能更靠近妳一點.. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 新細明體;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1235481305883060228?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1235481305883060228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1235481305883060228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-136989736016350687?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/136989736016350687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=136989736016350687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/136989736016350687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/136989736016350687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-i-see.html' title='And I see..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4079483941297125361</id><published>2011-10-09T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T02:08:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I really..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ycCQpYPv_JE/TpBtm-GeYFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XStnvcSMOWg/s640/blogger-image-1119659288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ycCQpYPv_JE/TpBtm-GeYFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XStnvcSMOWg/s320/blogger-image-1119659288.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to hold your hands so badly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4079483941297125361?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4079483941297125361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4079483941297125361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4079483941297125361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4079483941297125361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-i-really.html' title='And I really..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ycCQpYPv_JE/TpBtm-GeYFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XStnvcSMOWg/s72-c/blogger-image-1119659288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1671588095959254542</id><published>2011-09-14T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:13:10.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>空白格</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;不想让你为难你不再需要给我个答案&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我是爱你的我猜我也舍不得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是怎么说 总觉得我们之间留了太多空白格&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许你不是我的爱你却又该割舍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分开或许是选择但它也可能是我们的缘分&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1671588095959254542?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1671588095959254542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1671588095959254542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1671588095959254542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1671588095959254542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='空白格'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1859219263147545716</id><published>2011-08-10T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:30:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are..</title><content type='html'>a timely reminder of how love should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1859219263147545716?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1859219263147545716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1859219263147545716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1859219263147545716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1859219263147545716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are.html' title='You Are..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3781168375377564632</id><published>2011-07-02T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:29:10.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are..</title><content type='html'>Forever respondsible for what you tamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3781168375377564632?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3781168375377564632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3781168375377564632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3781168375377564632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3781168375377564632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-are.html' title='You Are..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4296347593558879031</id><published>2011-06-28T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:26:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you</title><content type='html'>I lay there staring blankly into darkness fading in and out of wretched and twisted dreams where pieces of my memories were too eager to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself floating into different scenes with different people, some familiar, some unknown yet they all relate to that same thing. Different possibilities to the same thing played and replayed until my eyes opened again.. into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the sheer magnitude of time, it slipped by, fast and slow, dragging and then hurrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to tell reality apart when I have lost my gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that anchors me down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4296347593558879031?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4296347593558879031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4296347593558879031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4296347593558879031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4296347593558879031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-you.html' title='i need you'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3208107192256196387</id><published>2011-06-25T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:12:01.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existing</title><content type='html'>I no longer exist as a complete person at any point in time away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels stolen.. constantly missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not exist anymore.. away from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3208107192256196387?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3208107192256196387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3208107192256196387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3208107192256196387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3208107192256196387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/06/existing.html' title='Existing'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4148514638280513786</id><published>2011-06-11T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:27:40.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i miss you</title><content type='html'>You stood in front of me and smiled like you always do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the box in my hand, still lingering from the warmth of your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take it all in before I leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile.. your poise.. the way your hair falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way your face, your eyes, your nose and your lips are perfectly carved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to slow down and I took frames after frames of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then time rushes back and break the moment, dragging me back reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you close for one last time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I left, while you were right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4148514638280513786?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4148514638280513786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4148514638280513786&amp;isPopup=true' 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people scattering for shelter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as I stood trapped and rooted to my spot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched furious drops of rain dissipate onto the surface of that jet black tar road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like rain, I continue to fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-406199519236483401?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/406199519236483401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=406199519236483401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/406199519236483401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-size: small;"&gt;这是没有人能改变的宇宙规则。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-527378520760368548?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/527378520760368548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=527378520760368548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/527378520760368548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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This person that I see in the mirror everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaping  it as I believed how it should be, and then just as I felt like I was  almost done for the time being, you ripped me away from this illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you came from outer space, ripped off my mask and left me broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left me broken.. so that I could grow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about it but I probably learned and understood more about myself in this one summer than I did the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 4 days after the day I believe was the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care always and be safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I see you again, my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5954583821165464171?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5954583821165464171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5954583821165464171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5954583821165464171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5954583821165464171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-after-111.html' title='4 after 111'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1085109835314711939</id><published>2011-01-08T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T02:07:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>111</title><content type='html'>.. and then I finally moved away after summer has long past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the memories will linger for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been missing the good times since winter started knocking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much things I missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1085109835314711939?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1085109835314711939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1085109835314711939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1085109835314711939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1085109835314711939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2011/01/111.html' title='111'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5950179342222954555</id><published>2010-12-23T08:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:22:22.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97 and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I walked along the busiest streets in the dead of the night watching the strings of light glowing in some perfect sequence of colors and timing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas songs that makes one joyful and somber at the same time blared from every shop that was still running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pushed opened the door of a coffee joint extravagantly decked out in the festival's decorations. On a Christmas night in this particular rainy December, it is as cold a Christmas as we will ever get. I took my coffee in my right hand and watched stray droplets of rain swayed wildly in the wind while being perched on a stool under the warm street lamps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A jolly old man and his reindeer beamed at me from the card that the barista gave me in my left hand. I thought of writing  the card for you but then again I know I would never have sent it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I left the old man and his reindeer on the table under the warm glow of lights hoping that they will be of better use to someone and trotted down the streets to the many string of lights and the little bit of drizzle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Resident of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5950179342222954555?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5950179342222954555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5950179342222954555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7tog1nOJ4c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7tog1nOJ4c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思念爱出现那一小时。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6050826849383443270?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6050826849383443270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6050826849383443270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6050826849383443270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6050826849383443270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/12/91.html' title='91'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6001489018178897941</id><published>2010-12-17T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:12:04.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89</title><content type='html'>I wake up everyday waiting for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything that can surprise me or remotely spark any interest or life in me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a living dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6001489018178897941?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6001489018178897941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6001489018178897941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6001489018178897941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6001489018178897941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/12/89.html' title='89'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3805138567437882704</id><published>2010-12-14T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:21:38.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86</title><content type='html'>The luxury of time I have right now is a double-edged knife constantly pressing and some times stabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, I could but I know it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that I love you with all my heart, I could but it doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3805138567437882704?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3805138567437882704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3805138567437882704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3805138567437882704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3805138567437882704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/12/86.html' title='86'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-7537750784336904916</id><published>2010-12-10T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:20:37.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;做人已经那么累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连在爱里真心都不能给&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这才真的真正的可笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-7537750784336904916?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7537750784336904916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=7537750784336904916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7537750784336904916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7537750784336904916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/12/82.html' title='82'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6883413981301573122</id><published>2010-11-27T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:11:50.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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title='69'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2709696338154078871</id><published>2010-11-16T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:12:50.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>58</title><content type='html'>Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms &amp;amp; books written in a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look for the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cannot be given to you now because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present u need to live the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2709696338154078871?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2709696338154078871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2709696338154078871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2709696338154078871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2709696338154078871'/><link 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garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8676797802337093548?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8676797802337093548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8676797802337093548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8676797802337093548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8676797802337093548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/11/55.html' title='55'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6154438398957292016</id><published>2010-11-05T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:42:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>寂寞寂寞就好</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEMquLEG4fQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEMquLEG4fQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也希望。。想相信。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寂寞寂寞就会好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6154438398957292016?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6154438398957292016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6154438398957292016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6154438398957292016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6154438398957292016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='寂寞寂寞就好'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-7511881803765936808</id><published>2010-11-05T06:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:33:26.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>失眠。。开着车在深黑色的天空下毫无目的的转弯看着街灯一个一个在倒退&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了家却不想回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在车里听着关于她的歌 向着关于她的事。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凌晨五点四十三分，她竟然会在这个时候出现在我眼前。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老天别再和我开玩笑。。 这个玩笑我开不起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-7511881803765936808?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7511881803765936808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=7511881803765936808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7511881803765936808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7511881803765936808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/11/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-335620593417857990</id><published>2010-10-30T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:30:33.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41 days of night</title><content type='html'>狭窄的道路逼迫我们视线交错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一句礼貌的问候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前后不到十秒钟。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在你的左肩在我身旁插身而过时。。 我们脸上的笑容都消失了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的害怕这次说了再见 可能就再也见不到。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-335620593417857990?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/335620593417857990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3330103406596050234</id><published>2010-10-11T07:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:36:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat Pray Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3330103406596050234?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3330103406596050234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3330103406596050234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/IMG_0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overloaded with sugar but feel oh-so-bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4462171415355601717?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4462171415355601717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4462171415355601717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4462171415355601717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4462171415355601717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8355226345236706229</id><published>2010-09-21T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:38:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to me/you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear 26 years and 9 months old me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12 months ago, you had just started working, is attending a course pilled with assignments and had renovations matters to see to. You moved to the stomping ground of your 12 year old self. Here you met someone who you've always known but never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't go there to fall in love but you did, admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There, she stole your heart away and took it flying all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You didn't knew what to do, you realize how hard it is when it comes to someone you really care about. And I don't know what happened next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now, are you sitting down in your dusty new room in the dead of the night missing her like I know you would? Or have you by some stroke of miracle and grace already started life with the person you know you want to spend your life with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or has she already left and you being you would still pretend that everything is fine when it comes to things pertaining to her? Are you going to do something do win her over? Are you going to do what I failed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Either way, remember how you felt, remember how much you had loved, remember how she changed and spurred you to want to be better, do better and to live better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your 25 years and 8 months old me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8355226345236706229?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8355226345236706229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8355226345236706229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8355226345236706229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8355226345236706229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-me.html' title='A letter to me/you'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6360468476590105492</id><published>2010-09-20T06:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:06:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching</title><content type='html'>And with the smallest things she does she lifts me high, just high enough for her to hurl me back; send me crashing just enough for me to writhing in pain but not enough to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a dying man laying on the road, gasping for air, unable to move, helpless as pain slowly numbs him. He would want so much to die when the pain overwhelms him but would plead and try to stay alive when he thinks of the things that is still to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aching like nobody's business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6360468476590105492?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6360468476590105492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6360468476590105492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6360468476590105492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6360468476590105492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-with-smallest-things-she-does-she.html' title='Aching'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8369401630170620820</id><published>2010-09-12T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:30:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Me</title><content type='html'>I kinda loathe you now my dear self..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8369401630170620820?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8369401630170620820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8369401630170620820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8369401630170620820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8369401630170620820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4216476432961006898</id><published>2010-09-07T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:59:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>I lay in bed thinking, worrying and waiting.. till the first ray of light crept it's way through the atmosphere and lands in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things like this makes me wonder how far I have fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4216476432961006898?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4216476432961006898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4216476432961006898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4216476432961006898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4216476432961006898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5853775920331941747</id><published>2010-09-06T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:48:48.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEART THAT HURTS IS A HEART THAT WORKS</title><content type='html'>People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality;their feelings most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HURTS. Feelings are disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is meant to wake us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is something to carry, like a radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel your strength in the experience of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JIM MORRISON (1943 – 1971)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5853775920331941747?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5853775920331941747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5853775920331941747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5853775920331941747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5853775920331941747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/heart-that-hurts-is-heart-that-works.html' title='A HEART THAT HURTS IS A HEART THAT WORKS'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-478414656600109893</id><published>2010-09-04T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:26:05.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of thinking</title><content type='html'>Weekends are getting a little hard to get by. More than weekends actually, for most of the times I have got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself just thinking about her, then snapping back to reality, this cycle repeating throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she is away, I would be waiting for text messages, hoping that her name will appear  when my phone rings. Those little bit of words makes her feel closer somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sweep her off her feet and have her fall for me but then I know that will never be possible, she is far too smart and I am far too silly. That sense of helplessness and vulnerability feels no different from being strapped to the electric chair and having someone tease you with the button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she sits across the table from me, I always wish that I could guess what she thinks of me; That if she feels a bit of what I am feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-478414656600109893?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/478414656600109893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=478414656600109893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/478414656600109893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/478414656600109893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-thinking.html' title='of thinking'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1619910959394063683</id><published>2010-08-31T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:04:48.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send me into orbit</title><content type='html'>Send me to dizzy heights and drag me through the depths of an abyss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put me in orbit around you, that is where I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1619910959394063683?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1619910959394063683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1619910959394063683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1619910959394063683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1619910959394063683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/08/send-me-into-orbit.html' title='Send me into orbit'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4362468778604436612</id><published>2010-08-21T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:44:43.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Sanity</title><content type='html'>I was stumped when I counted the days and realised it was only 3. I swore it felt much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go about my days as I had but I hardly had any semblance of normalcy. Suddenly it dawned to me how much work I had to do in the coming months and I felt overwhelmed, it always felt easier when she felt closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a routine, her image would pop up in my head along with the alarm and then sooths me to sleep at night. Throughout the day thoughts about her would ambush me at times I least expect. It kills me to not know how she was, yeah, she probably fine and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could be so needy of someone, it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what anything is anymore, and as it feels now, maybe I don't even want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4362468778604436612?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4362468778604436612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4362468778604436612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4362468778604436612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4362468778604436612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/08/losing-sanity.html' title='Losing Sanity'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3791707702401647737</id><published>2010-08-16T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:24:32.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels different..</title><content type='html'>It is easy for people to look at someone beautiful, get infatuated and then when everything sweeps by in a blur, we move on with our lives. It happens hundreds of times everyday in our city, to different sets of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago I met someone new, not really new exactly. It is kind of strange that we kept in touch briefly over a course of 6 or 7 years and only met recently. Well, I'm not a fan of meeting new people, I would mostly remain selectively mute until I force myself out of my imaginary wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made it easy for me to ease into the situation of meeting someone for the first time, and I would be lying if I said her beauty didn't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out a few times after that and I began to realized that I was starting to feel nervous at times, I couldn't remember the last time any girl made me feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would just look at her, trying to take all of her in and at the same time fearing that she would catch me doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would mess up words and make them look silly. It is always good to learn the truth about oneself regardless of age or situation, personal mastery is a life skill we all could do with. But it couldn't had come at a worst time, usually when I messed up my words making me look like "the most insincere and dishonest suitor ever", her words, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet she is graceful enough not to shut me out of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the months I fell for her when she was around and then fell deeper when she was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay thinking about her, I wondered whether she would think of me just a little and yet the realization she doesn't made me ache unexpectedly. She made liking her so easy yet so hard at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that I would prove her wrong and that I could prove myself right about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will play things out for us and may her life work itself out in a way that allows me to find my place in her story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3791707702401647737?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3791707702401647737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3791707702401647737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3791707702401647737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3791707702401647737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-feels-different.html' title='it feels different..'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3704457937270738933</id><published>2010-08-15T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:45:11.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6IN-s_L6vs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6IN-s_L6vs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no other song sticks closer to the heart at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3704457937270738933?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3704457937270738933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3704457937270738933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3704457937270738933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3704457937270738933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/08/drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Drops of Jupiter'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-341509298178825047</id><published>2010-08-01T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:59:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>"Don't be someone that searches, finds, and then runs away."&lt;br /&gt;- Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular statement feels like a slap on my face. My perpetual fear of having my having my heart broken had always triggered my instinct to run away. The slightest hint or possibility of failure sparks off an intense fear of which my reaction was to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a person who would be with someone so just not to feel lonely, actually I don't feel lonely even if I am alone.. but I crave to find someone special. Someone who could make me feel like I could only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me stay this. Just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling of vulnerability that I feel now, but then that is how I know that I might have found.. you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-341509298178825047?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/341509298178825047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=341509298178825047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/341509298178825047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/341509298178825047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/08/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-9050314570959690238</id><published>2010-07-07T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:05:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it will be</title><content type='html'>ready or not, some day&lt;br /&gt;it will all come to an end&lt;br /&gt;there will be no more surprises&lt;br /&gt;no minutes, hours, or days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things you collected&lt;br /&gt;whether treasured or forgotten&lt;br /&gt;will pass on to someone else&lt;br /&gt;your wealth, fame, and temporal power&lt;br /&gt;will shrivel to irrelevance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will not matter what you owned&lt;br /&gt;or what you were owed&lt;br /&gt;your grudges, resentments, frustrations&lt;br /&gt;and jealousies will finally disappear&lt;br /&gt;so, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans&lt;br /&gt;and to-do lists will expire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wins and losses&lt;br /&gt;that once seemed so important&lt;br /&gt;will fade away&lt;br /&gt;it won't matter where you came from&lt;br /&gt;or what side of the tracks you lived, at the end&lt;br /&gt;it won't matter whether&lt;br /&gt;you were beautiful or brilliant&lt;br /&gt;even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what will matter?&lt;br /&gt;how will the value of your days be measured?&lt;br /&gt;what will matter is&lt;br /&gt;not what you bought but what you built&lt;br /&gt;not what you got, but what you gave.&lt;br /&gt;not your success, but your significance&lt;br /&gt;not what you learned, but what you taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will matter is&lt;br /&gt;every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others&lt;br /&gt;to emulate your example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will matter is not your competence but your character&lt;br /&gt;not how many people you knew but how many people&lt;br /&gt;will feel a lasting loss when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;not your memories but the memories&lt;br /&gt;that live in those who loved you&lt;br /&gt;living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident&lt;br /&gt;it's not a matter of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;but of choice to live a life that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-9050314570959690238?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6519245030292835380</id><published>2010-06-28T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:25:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Jewish_Graveyard_IV_by_FrederikM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of creativity did not allow me to come up with a better title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a funeral of one of my dearest NS comrade. I was there from before the body arrived and the procedure of placing the body into the coffin, so there was a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was so thick and heavy it was almost unbearable. It is painful to see him forcing himself to stay strong and to hold the fort, he is the eldest son in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac arrest, no signs, no symptoms. It seems that cardiac arrest is a rising trend in deaths, or perhaps it is just the number of media reports about it increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is shocking how sudden one can depart, and I do know that deaths can be unpredictable and sudden. I have no idea which I would prefer, to have someone die the long and painful way which would in turn give me time to prepare myself or to die the easy way and leave me shell shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serves as one of the many reminders that I should try to be a better son, sibling or even a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky thus far in the sense that I do not have to face deaths close to me yet but knowing the nature of mankind's ultimate destiny, luck will not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how I am going to react to when someone close take their last breath, I do not know.. I do not want to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll find you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In your last hour... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't worry, i won't get lost... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I always know the way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're asking for what and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is no answer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm your destiny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm Death..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6519245030292835380?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6519245030292835380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6519245030292835380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6519245030292835380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6519245030292835380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/06/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8931846479500305146</id><published>2010-06-07T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:43:54.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an Asker or a Guesser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/may/08/change-life-asker-guesser"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/may/08/change-life-asker-guesser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8931846479500305146?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8931846479500305146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8931846479500305146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8931846479500305146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8931846479500305146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-asker-or-guesser.html' title='Are you an Asker or a Guesser?'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1833694643531711136</id><published>2010-05-09T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:07:52.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP is over</title><content type='html'>Everyone is blogging lesser, I don't really like it. I like to read  thoughts and feeling or even little daily things about people I care  about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convenience or FB or Twitter probably killed blogging, everyone just  shoot their thoughts out instantly now, no one bothers to let their  thoughts collect and muse about it before writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 weeks of Teaching Practicum is finally over. I miss the wonderful people whom I shared the resource room with, I couldn't have ask for better. I love each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I will be posted to a new school. That nervous and slightly nauseating feeling that I had the day before I report to the school for my TP is back twirling around in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will see the place that I will probably spend a few years at. I dare not hope for good things for I fear disappointment, yet I can't help but keep that little ray of hope.. contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to hit fast and hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hustle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1833694643531711136?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1833694643531711136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1833694643531711136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1833694643531711136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1833694643531711136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/05/tp-is-over.html' title='TP is over'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6658153502844821157</id><published>2010-03-17T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:45:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS IT IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://987rozz.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/rozz-portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6658153502844821157?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6658153502844821157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6658153502844821157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6658153502844821157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6658153502844821157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-as-it-is.html' title='LIFE AS IT IS'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-7273212646684697801</id><published>2010-03-05T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:50:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes life just knows where to hit, where it hurts.. or perhaps we only notice when it is too much to brush off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes life know how to caresses and soothes.. or perhaps we never appreciate it until we are really down and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes life seems like a mundane cycle of different scenarios with that few all too familiar options of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I fancy myself as a deep thinker, although at most times I doubt the sincerity and depth of my own thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A self doubter maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The harsh realities of life have, i fear, made me more of a pessimist than I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still hope I find things or people novel in life, to keep my eyes on that new day.. where things may be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need strength, but they came and went. Drifters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope someone stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Am i strong enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For life that is, it is my belief that some people are far too fragile for this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's not to say they are weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No... fragility and weakness are two separate things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess that until I bite the dust, I still fancy my chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-7273212646684697801?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7273212646684697801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=7273212646684697801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7273212646684697801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7273212646684697801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-235128990966477764</id><published>2010-03-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:58:09.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The point about zero is that we do not need to use it in the operations of daily life. No one goes out to buy zero fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in a way the most civilized of all the cardinals, its use is only forced on us by the needs of cultivated modes of thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alfred North Whitehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-235128990966477764?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/235128990966477764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=235128990966477764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/235128990966477764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/235128990966477764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/03/0.html' title='0'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6499316661086031684</id><published>2010-01-05T09:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:03:17.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>I realised that I have never (in my memory) set any new year resolutions for all the 1st of January(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I didn't do it because I can probably never stick to my guns and check all of them off the list religiously throughout the year, thats the point of having that list right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some things I hope that I can accomplish stuck in a dusty corner of my brain but I do not want to type out a long list of things that really have no relevancy, fail to do 70% of the things on the list and then copy and paste them to next year. Or maybe I just don't want to remind myself how much I have failed myself at the end of a year by looking at unchecked boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked my 2009 and I think 2010 will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can do my job well in the coming year and be a better person than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an innate fear of not being able to do my job well because it not only involves me, but children, parents and the family as a whole. Yes, the biggest enemy one can have is one's self(Except if you are living in Japan and battling Godzilla).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again if one do not step out of the comfort zone, one is not growing. Obstacles only challenges you to become the person you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some deep soul-searching I feel spiritually enlightened enough to spend the rest of the day playing GTA in my boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good 2010 my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go forth, and tell others what you've learned here today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6499316661086031684?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6499316661086031684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6499316661086031684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6499316661086031684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6499316661086031684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6056429907009435807</id><published>2009-12-25T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:23:52.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/bell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6056429907009435807?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6056429907009435807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6056429907009435807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6056429907009435807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6056429907009435807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-993914548448018323</id><published>2009-12-21T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:11:06.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leica</title><content type='html'>I was looking for reviews of digital cameras online and I came across Leica. Now my eyes have permenantly burned the insane pictures a Leica camera is capable of into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would never own a Leica, not with a price tag of $1,400 to $11,000 and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out pictures Leica is capable of &lt;a href="http://leicashots.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the cameras &lt;a href="http://uk.leica-camera.com/photography/compact_cameras/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, the design is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been deeply poisoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-993914548448018323?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/993914548448018323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=993914548448018323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/993914548448018323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/993914548448018323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/12/leica.html' title='Leica'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4964909052842045281</id><published>2009-11-23T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:46:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kewei &amp; Ein Ein Acoustic EP: Accepting Mail-Orders now!</title><content type='html'>Repost from: &lt;a href="http://taykewei.blogspot.com/2009/11/kewei-ein-ein-acoustic-ep-accepting.html"&gt;taykewei.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 16.&lt;br /&gt;Debut showcase in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we brainstormed for this show,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to leave something tangible behind for our dear Hong Kong friends and supporters -&lt;br /&gt;and the idea of our 1st RAW Acoustic EP was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring 3 originals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv302/kiwitay1/IMG_6560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll sign on every one of them -&lt;br /&gt;Accepting mail-orders now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This is a raw, home-made EP that will not be officially distributed,&lt;br /&gt;we will only be printing limited copies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;To order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email keweifc@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;with the heading: I want Kewei &amp;amp; Ein Ein's Acoustic EP in my mailbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please indicate your&lt;br /&gt;1. Name&lt;br /&gt;2. Number of copies&lt;br /&gt;3. Mailing Address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment Details:&lt;br /&gt;S$6.00 per CD (excluding delivery)&lt;br /&gt;Delivery charges vary -&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore (via Paypal or iBanking) - approx $2 additional&lt;br /&gt;Outside of Singapore (via Paypal) - approx $5 additional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact delivery charges to be updated,&lt;br /&gt;payment method and exact cost will be replied via email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please support and spread the word o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kewei &amp;amp; Ein Ein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4964909052842045281?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4964909052842045281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4964909052842045281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4964909052842045281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4964909052842045281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/11/kewei-ein-ein-acoustic-ep-accepting.html' title='Kewei &amp; Ein Ein Acoustic EP: Accepting Mail-Orders now!'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8272848367267328131</id><published>2009-11-21T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:53:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="549" height="309"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4220803&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4220803&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="549" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4220803"&gt;Leave Me&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/darosfilms"&gt;Daros Films&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8272848367267328131?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8272848367267328131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8272848367267328131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8272848367267328131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8272848367267328131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/11/leave-me.html' title='Leave Me'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4688849982105355808</id><published>2009-11-07T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:30:35.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Boy and Match Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/StickBoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4688849982105355808?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4688849982105355808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4688849982105355808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4688849982105355808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4688849982105355808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/11/stick-boy-and-match-girl.html' title='Stick Boy and Match Girl'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4568672342435610297</id><published>2009-10-26T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:20:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not let your possessions possess you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/LV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I was sitting at a cafe, sipping my pipping hot tea from the round white cup, letting the aroma take me to a wonderland with never ending rainbows, happy puppies and butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting, taking my mind off all things and watching the world go by when a group of ladies walked in and sat a table away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular lady from the group was hugging her monogrammed leather handbag on her lap and refusing to put it anywhere else, she was so careful with it that for a moment I pictured the handbag shattering at minimal impact. Then when they were all settled down, the others would stretch their necks and hands over and ask to see the handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the handbag would proceed to ask them to make sure their hands are clean, and kept reminding them to becareful in the midst of an elborated story how she scrimped and saved for months just to buy that bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it all kinda funny, I do not understand her obsession to be associated with a elite brand which is beyond her means. She just spent good money to buy mental anguish of having to attend to every minuscule detail of that bag at all times every time she uses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have no right to tell you how to spend your leafy notes, but do spend sensibly and within your means. And not let your possessions possess you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4568672342435610297?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4568672342435610297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4568672342435610297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4568672342435610297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4568672342435610297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-not-let-your-possessions-possess-you.html' title='Do not let your possessions possess you'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1771318396271393502</id><published>2009-10-24T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:57:59.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart In a Blender</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/heartblend.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;I would choke on the rines&lt;br /&gt;But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside&lt;br /&gt;I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing&lt;br /&gt;Want to put my tender heart in a blender&lt;br /&gt;Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous then Im through with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1771318396271393502?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1771318396271393502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1771318396271393502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1771318396271393502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1771318396271393502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-in-blender.html' title='Heart In a Blender'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8547396898855028489</id><published>2009-10-14T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:42:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you forgotten me..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HypgcCT1r68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HypgcCT1r68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you forgotten me..?&lt;br /&gt;Grown mindless of me..?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am not writing into an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Or that is what will become of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8547396898855028489?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8547396898855028489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8547396898855028489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8547396898855028489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8547396898855028489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-forgotten-me.html' title='Have you forgotten me..?'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5238998916598462034</id><published>2009-10-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:46:14.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unkind by Tay Kewei (Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vnxPVgoidA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vnxPVgoidA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unkind&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Tay Kewei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about your love&lt;br /&gt;That makes you so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you make me feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;When you leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please stay a while with me&lt;br /&gt;And then a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mood is right&lt;br /&gt;We dim the lights at night&lt;br /&gt;And things will happen&lt;br /&gt;underneath the sheets that feel so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we start a fight&lt;br /&gt;Darling I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry and I just want to be on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about your love&lt;br /&gt;That makes you so unkind&lt;br /&gt;When I lose myself completely&lt;br /&gt;Just like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come and sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;Please be gentle with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unkind to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5238998916598462034?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5238998916598462034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5238998916598462034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5238998916598462034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5238998916598462034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/10/unkind-by-tay-kewei-original.html' title='Unkind by Tay Kewei (Original)'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5994247813010760990</id><published>2009-09-28T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:18:58.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate love - neil gaiman</title><content type='html'>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5994247813010760990?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5994247813010760990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5994247813010760990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5994247813010760990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5994247813010760990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-love-neil-gaiman.html' title='I hate love - neil gaiman'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2960357488291880028</id><published>2009-09-28T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:01:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what inspires you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taykewei.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-inspires-you.html"&gt;http://taykewei.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-inspires-you.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Jim Jarmusch, The Golden Rules of Filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can recreate, reinterpret and make them yours -&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what really matters - that you made a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2960357488291880028?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2960357488291880028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2960357488291880028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2960357488291880028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2960357488291880028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-inspires-you.html' title='what inspires you?'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3990932988428553763</id><published>2009-09-06T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:11:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanya - Beautiful Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KfjG2b3eMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KfjG2b3eMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界 随时都要崩塌&lt;br /&gt;我没有其它的愿望&lt;br /&gt;假如明天将消失了&lt;br /&gt;趁现在我爱着&lt;br /&gt;只想记得,被你抱着&lt;br /&gt;温热的感受&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3990932988428553763?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3990932988428553763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3990932988428553763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3990932988428553763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3990932988428553763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/09/tanya-beautiful-love.html' title='Tanya - Beautiful Love'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-732605601759971606</id><published>2009-07-29T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:28:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Prints : Yew Tee Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/14-07-09_1730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/15-07-09_1340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/14-07-09_1719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/13-07-09_0857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/15-07-09_1338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/17-07-09_1407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/23-07-09_0950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/24-07-09_1619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/15-07-09_1339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/22-07-09_1349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/13-07-09_0800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/14-07-09_1124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/22-07-09_1424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/22-07-09_1249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/22-07-09_1256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/08-06-09_1133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the times when I wasn't doing anything, I have seen and heard a lot of things, a lot of comments from many different people regarding my situation. Maybe I'll blog about it in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my 3 weeks of attachment at Yew Tee Primary School, waiting for the course to commence now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now at least, I have found my little path, I am going to start from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-732605601759971606?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/732605601759971606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=732605601759971606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/732605601759971606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/732605601759971606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/07/foot-prints-yew-tee-primary-school.html' title='Foot Prints : Yew Tee Primary School'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5907634134756934329</id><published>2009-06-19T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:07:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The Web - June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFmfLwD1kGg/SjfNPiMkmtI/AAAAAAAAEKk/4cqnd_sjraI/s400/article-1193384-055C9550000005DC-724_634x358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1193384/Teen-suing-tattoo-artist-8-500-asked-stars-face--ended-56.html" target="_blank"&gt;The teenager who asked tattooist for THREE stars on her face and ended up with FIFTY-SIX&lt;/a&gt;: Eighteen-year-old Kimberley Vlaminck asks tattoo artist for 3 stars on her face but ended up with 56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/username/"&gt;Register your Facebook username.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KQy_0cS7MM"&gt;Cool wedding invitation.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fFmfLwD1kGg/SjNNMgf2vkI/AAAAAAAAEIs/uBzhHowdbUQ/s400/12PhotosCompile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swick.co.uk/index.php/2009/06/12-of-the-most-iconic-photographs-ever-taken/"&gt;12 of the most iconic photos ever taken.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5907634134756934329?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5907634134756934329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5907634134756934329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5907634134756934329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5907634134756934329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/around-web-june-2009.html' title='Around The Web - June 2009'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFmfLwD1kGg/SjfNPiMkmtI/AAAAAAAAEKk/4cqnd_sjraI/s72-c/article-1193384-055C9550000005DC-724_634x358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8322038954582255665</id><published>2009-06-04T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:17:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Tweet</title><content type='html'>Join &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/leehaoyong"&gt;follow me&lt;/a&gt; if you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is more fun than it looks, you just have to give it some time and you'll get the hand of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8322038954582255665?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8322038954582255665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8322038954582255665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8322038954582255665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8322038954582255665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet Tweet'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4352518442810370915</id><published>2009-05-23T18:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:14:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send My Regards To...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I found out that a friend's dad had passed away. And being rather introvert and having just endured a painful break up with his girlfriend, I would guess that he was all the way down in the well. He did not inform anyone, but I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up my phone and forwarded the news to some of our mutual friends that it was the last day of the wake and that they could make a visit if they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely very short notice. I did not expect many to be free on a Friday night. But the words that accompany the negative responses sort of amuse and anger me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me send my condolences.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send my regards to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the reasons that some of them gave were ridiculous enough, the above 2 sentences makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the hell I am going to say to the person when I am there how the hell am I going to "send your regards"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being in an age where you could have direct contact with a person by simply moving your fingers a couple of times, I was "tasked" to help people send their regards? What am I suppose to say or do for them, do they even have an idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I decipher from that action is simply that they don't really care. If they did, a simple 3 minutes call or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; could have done wonders to lift a person. All those, a few buttons away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is for a simple meet up for a meal, people are still getting people to "send their regards" for them. Maybe technology has made us lazy beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, if you want to do something, please please please be sincere. If you are not sincere,  please don't do it, people can feel it. It is more obvious than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not feel like doing it but you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- want to feel better and purge some of the guilt away since you already "did something" and played your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- comply to social norms so that people cannot impose their sense of moral judgment on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then put on your best damn act and pretend to be sincere so well that even you, would believe yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4352518442810370915?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4352518442810370915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4352518442810370915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4352518442810370915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4352518442810370915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/05/send-my-regards-to.html' title='Send My Regards To...'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-5355276084746190570</id><published>2009-05-14T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:56:50.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>吳德宏+梁文音 - 如果沒有你</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/abvQqgOxmko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/abvQqgOxmko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore the way 梁文音 starts her part, the deep breath and her emotions. My heart cringes when she sang this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her. She's good. I hope she gets a long career in the fickle entertainment industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-5355276084746190570?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/5355276084746190570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=5355276084746190570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5355276084746190570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/5355276084746190570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html' title='吳德宏+梁文音 - 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have developed a habit of pouring and roaring when our little island is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I am stuck here unable to sleep, watching the rain mercilessly bombarding everything exposed to it and listening to the thunder roaring angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I were the rain&lt;br /&gt;could I connect with someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;as it can unite&lt;br /&gt;the eternally seperated earth and sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1310326391380925963?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1310326391380925963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2523494834734111107</id><published>2009-05-04T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:26:31.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie The Pooh (Swine Flu Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/pig-flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2523494834734111107?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2523494834734111107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2523494834734111107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2523494834734111107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2523494834734111107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/05/winnie-pooh-swine-flu-version.html' title='Winnie The Pooh (Swine Flu Version)'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-252077403279449027</id><published>2009-04-30T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:59:55.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Fat's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDEwOTIwMTEzODYmcHQ9MTI*MTA5MjI*ODA*NCZwPTU1NTgyMiZkPSZnPTImdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;embed name="c2009_cb3868dc-86cc-102c-a3c4-001676bd9bcb" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://widgets.chipster.com.my/wh.swf?uid=cb3868dc-86cc-102c-a3c4-001676bd9bcb&amp;amp;wd=http%3A%2F%2Fwidgets%2Echipster%2Ecom%2Emy%2F&amp;amp;dm=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Echipster%2Ecom%2Emy%3A80%2Fsuperstar%2F" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" quality="high" width="420" height="700"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its suppose to be for some contest in which you can win some Mac iPod products.&lt;br /&gt;You can do ur own at: &lt;a href="http://www.chipster.com.my/"&gt;http://www.chipster.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-252077403279449027?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/252077403279449027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=252077403279449027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/252077403279449027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/252077403279449027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-fats-story.html' title='Ah Fat&apos;s Story'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6796306327081161362</id><published>2009-04-18T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:17:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Like</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to like something/someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the good times you have had earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the potentially good times you will have in the foreseeable future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because someone else told you this is good and so you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply, that sense of familiarity which cannot be replicated elsewhere and so makes it unique and 'own-able'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because you have no choice because this is the only one which you can get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6796306327081161362?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6796306327081161362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6796306327081161362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6796306327081161362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6796306327081161362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-like.html' title='To Like'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-577263340909943904</id><published>2009-04-18T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:15:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** My Life</title><content type='html'>Let us all laugh at some of the silly, unfortunate and ironic things that happens to people around the world. They took the trouble to post it up on the internet while probably still suffering from the mental anguish, lets not waste their effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, I received my passport in the mail. They got my birthdate wrong. Then I picked up my birth certificate that I had sent in with the application. Turns out my parents have been celebrating my birthday on the wrong day for 16 years. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, my family and I went to a beach where you could swim with dolphins. I was a little scared to swim with them so the trainers had a 5 minute chat to me about how they were harmless creatures. Once I got in, the dolphin attacked me and bit me. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, I was bored and decided it would be fun to pretend to be an undercover cop and pull over other cars. The first car I pulled over was a real undercover cop. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, my girlfriend dumped me proclaiming she wanted someone more like her "Edward". I asked her who Edward was. She held up a copy her "Twilight" book. She was talking about a fictional vampire. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today, I was taking an exam and I knew I was unprepared, so I wrote some cheat notes on my ankle. As I cross my legs to look at my notes, I realize I wore tall boots to class. I can't even cheat properly. FML"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;F*** My Life dot Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-577263340909943904?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/577263340909943904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=577263340909943904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/577263340909943904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/577263340909943904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/f-my-life.html' title='F*** My Life'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4384561561988171200</id><published>2009-04-16T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:40:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/WTSO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the mother load of everyone's favorite yellow skinned American family, a collection of every single episode of the 20 seasons! With the latest episodes uploaded 1 day after it's first telecast in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons is probably the cartoon that I had watched the most of, even more then Ninja Turtles, Captain Planet and X-Men combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really quite easy to get the hang of the characters and you don't even have to really understand English to be able to get a couple of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really quite a good way to start or end your day, with an episode of The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wtso.net/"&gt;Watch The Simpsons Online.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4384561561988171200?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4384561561988171200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4384561561988171200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4384561561988171200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4384561561988171200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6381098678547814372</id><published>2009-04-07T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:59:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;机器人恋爱篇&gt;</title><content type='html'>I got nothing to post really, I tried to cook up some interesting things to write about but never manage to get anything out that I felt satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But an email threatening the impending death of the chatbox meant that I really really have to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with this love story of 2 robots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIkefKXumjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DIkefKXumjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For full story and pictures, &lt;a href="http://taykewei.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6381098678547814372?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6381098678547814372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6381098678547814372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6381098678547814372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6381098678547814372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-nothing-to-post-really-i-tried-to.html' title='&lt;机器人恋爱篇&gt;'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1745354986796546319</id><published>2009-03-04T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:57:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Yanzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/Image18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since I had done a post for my Spurs, I would have to do a post for one for my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yanzi&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9 years ago, I hardly listen to any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the boy band era, boy bands were sprouting all over like mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one fine day, a stupid 15 year old boy walked past the television and saw a music video where a short haired tomboy was playing a piano. He stopped there for a moment and as his command of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; language was not really good, he couldn't understand what the song was about, except for the 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; words in the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought, "why this song anyhow mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; in one? so dumb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, the spunky tomboy he saw had grown her hair a little longer and after he saw her smile for the first time, he fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/Image10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; actually improved when i started listening to her, I felt the need to better my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; (which couldn't really have gotten any worse anyway) to understand the lyrics to her songs. I used to spend hours waiting or sandwiched in crowds to see her. Her voices always touches me in a way no other singers could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until now, I still have an intense liking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up reading again because I knew she liked to read and saw her recommended a couple of books a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time ago.  She kinda makes me find women who have similar physical attributes to her almost instantly attractive. She also makes me feel that women who are smart, confident and who have their own thinking are really really sexy and charming. Everyone has a benchmark to compare everything, I think she's like the 100 point woman to which I compare women to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/Image19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found her &lt;a href="http://www.grandenough.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, which I felt was really interesting and funny. Go read it, it could entertain you for a bit too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1745354986796546319?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1745354986796546319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1745354986796546319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1745354986796546319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1745354986796546319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun-yanzi.html' title='Sun Yanzi'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8415757459341707496</id><published>2009-03-01T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:01:38.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tottenham Hotspur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/tottenham.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours till the Carling Cup Final. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tottenham&lt;/span&gt; goes in as underdogs like last year's finals against Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love affairs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tottenham&lt;/span&gt; dates back to when I was 12 or 13. For reasons unknown, I bought and started collected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EPL&lt;/span&gt; stickers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I do not watch football at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a league dominated by the red colours, I picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tottenham&lt;/span&gt; out from the sticker book. And through some coincidences where I happen to catch glimpses of football on television, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ginola&lt;/span&gt; absolutely dazzles on the left side of the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/david_ginola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I fell in love, with the player, the club and the game. And thus suffering cold and puzzling stares whenever I meet new people and I tell them I am a Spurs fan. And also included in the package is the emotional roller coaster and trauma that comes season after season. With the occasional cause for celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Come On You Spurs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8415757459341707496?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8415757459341707496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8415757459341707496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8415757459341707496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8415757459341707496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/03/tottenham-hotspur.html' title='Tottenham Hotspur'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4749444706285948625</id><published>2009-02-24T15:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:03:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a driver too</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/24-02-09_1004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallel Parking require additional reverse manoeuvre/attempts (x 1): -2&lt;br /&gt;Fail to look out for traffic/pedestrians (x 1): -2&lt;br /&gt;Veer off course (x 1): -4&lt;br /&gt;Fail to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blind spot&lt;/span&gt; (x 4): -8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discounts: -10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't nervous about the test, I was actually too tired to be bothered. I woke up at 4am to watch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tottenham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; match till 6am, made something to eat and then head off. But the nervous faces in the waiting room made me a little nervous, and my last ditch attempt to master meditation was a failure. I had to turn to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, I didn't think I was doing anything wrong but the tester was excessively poking away on his marking screen with his stylus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I did something I hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke. Poke. Poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke. Poke. Poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound  made me feel so uneasy and I kept pondering,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell did i do or not do?!!! What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I managed to pass on my first attempt, my card will be arriving soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4749444706285948625?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4749444706285948625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4749444706285948625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4749444706285948625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4749444706285948625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-driver-too.html' title='I am a driver too'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-646610679209859007</id><published>2009-02-11T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:41:36.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/00.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting too. I really really liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about how love should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://osorhan.com/bigo/"&gt;The Missing Piece Meets The Big O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-646610679209859007?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/646610679209859007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=646610679209859007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/646610679209859007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/646610679209859007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-something.html' title='Missing Something?'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8210757573543357257</id><published>2009-02-05T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:36:13.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/int-header.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/"&gt;The Story of Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8210757573543357257?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8210757573543357257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8210757573543357257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8210757573543357257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8210757573543357257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-stuff.html' title='The Story Of Stuff'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3460346906422932823</id><published>2009-02-03T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:25:10.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>城市中的爱情小说</title><content type='html'>我坐在落地窗旁，侧面向着城市的日落。眼前杯子散发着的淡淡的茶香试着放松我的心情。蒸汽在水面慢慢盘旋起舞，偶尔不小心的和落地窗擦肩，留下了雾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;落地窗的另一边，广场上喷泉前的那对情侣上演的又是今天的第几场爱情故事？ 那在距离不到二十二米那哭红双眼的女生和背对着她，低着头一步一步走远的男生。。 又是今天上演的第几场失恋的情景？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这个爱恋和失恋同时进行的城市里。。你写下的爱情小说又会有怎样的结局？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怕寂寞的人，在城市中相爱。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要勇敢一点。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3460346906422932823?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3460346906422932823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3460346906422932823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3460346906422932823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3460346906422932823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='城市中的爱情小说'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6759641325507675219</id><published>2009-01-26T04:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:19:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I did spring cleaning this year! Well.. sort of.. Its kinda more like spring dumping. I dumped things which I didn't even remembered exists. I dumped so much SYZ and S.H.E stuffs that makes me kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/25-01-09_1750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL, Shimin! Remember the S.H.E fanclub!? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I was in the SYZ and S.H.E fanclubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/25-01-09_1800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an insane amount of soft toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/25-01-09_1810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the 〈绝世好剑〉 which shall now be my letter opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/25-01-09_1811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped all these stuffs and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/26-01-09_0355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 are the only ones I saved. This 2 Piyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/23-01-09_2040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had steamboat the other day, and now I have to prepare myself for an endless barrage of steamboats till CNY is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6759641325507675219?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6759641325507675219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6759641325507675219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6759641325507675219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6759641325507675219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1637301223468879054</id><published>2009-01-12T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:08:37.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawn Fishing</title><content type='html'>Prawn fishing used to be a familiar activity to me in poly, strangely during the exam periods. Studying at night will usually become a prawn fishing activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/10-01-09_0402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/10-01-09_0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/10-01-09_0405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/10-01-09_0403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murderers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of freshly bbq-ed prawns is still as wonderful. Although I choose not to break to them the news that we had forgotten to wash the prawns first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1637301223468879054?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1637301223468879054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1637301223468879054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1637301223468879054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1637301223468879054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/pawn-fishing.html' title='Prawn Fishing'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-1682126378747550903</id><published>2009-01-11T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:54:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最幸福的事 - 梁文音</title><content type='html'>你撑着雨伞 接我那次&lt;br /&gt;已经足够我 记得一辈子&lt;br /&gt;我懂後来你 不是不坚持&lt;br /&gt;爱情本来就 没万无一失&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪水离开了 你的手指&lt;br /&gt;那不如让它 留在这信纸&lt;br /&gt;我想女孩子 最贴心的是&lt;br /&gt;让爱的人选 结束的方式&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最幸福的事 当过你的天使&lt;br /&gt;趁鼻酸能掩饰 让我们像当时拥抱最後一次&lt;br /&gt;最幸福的事 吹蜡烛时你总为我许愿的手势&lt;br /&gt;为挚爱的人 在左边心口保留位置 是最幸福的事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜爱不是 童话故事&lt;br /&gt;不能够永远 依赖着王子&lt;br /&gt;再难过其实 只剩两个字&lt;br /&gt;我怎麽忍心 为难你解释&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最幸福的事 当过你的天使&lt;br /&gt;趁鼻酸能掩饰 让我们像当时拥抱最後一次&lt;br /&gt;最幸福的事 吹蜡烛时你总为我许愿的手势&lt;br /&gt;为挚爱的人 在左边心口保留位置 是最幸福的事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一阵子有你 美得不像现实&lt;br /&gt;多高兴每一幕 都微笑着静止&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最幸福的事 牵着你的日子&lt;br /&gt;一段爱从开始 即使分开我们都对彼此诚实&lt;br /&gt;最幸福的事 对那片海用力大喊永远的样子&lt;br /&gt;想得起的事 那天和你傻笑着认识 是最幸福的事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda in love with this song right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-1682126378747550903?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/1682126378747550903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=1682126378747550903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1682126378747550903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/1682126378747550903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='最幸福的事 - 梁文音'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-7610064610347205073</id><published>2009-01-02T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:09:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flower on the precipice</title><content type='html'>We perceive the flower on the precipice as beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because our fears make our feet stop at its edge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of stepping forward into the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that flower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-7610064610347205073?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7610064610347205073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=7610064610347205073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7610064610347205073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7610064610347205073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2009/01/flower-on-precipice.html' title='the flower on the precipice'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-4506137458851256163</id><published>2008-12-25T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:36:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Just got home awhile ago, had a simple steamboat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zheheng's&lt;/span&gt; house.. which I kinda regret now, cos very soon I might have to be eating them over and over again over the Chinese New Year period. As usual we had fun, and suddenly it becomes obvious that no matter what we are doing, we kinda have the same kind of fun.. cos we are just full of rubbish.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/24-12-08_1946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pouring rain took the outdoor steamboat away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/24-12-08_2030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to move indoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/Christmas_by_hot_hot_heat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much a Christmas person, for that matter, I think I am not overly excited by any festivals or celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I love Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I like how the city lights up.&lt;br /&gt;I like how everyone is in a joyous mood.&lt;br /&gt;I like how everyone wants to give.&lt;br /&gt;I like how the world for one day, seems that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-4506137458851256163?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/4506137458851256163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=4506137458851256163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4506137458851256163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/4506137458851256163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3668498770935382841</id><published>2008-12-23T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:25:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet 2008</title><content type='html'>It was a pleasant surprise that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HomeTeam&lt;/span&gt; NS chalet that was booked this year is so big and spacious, 4 rooms and 3 bathrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also so much sleeping room that no one needs to sleep on the floor. Perhaps it also reflects the dwindling amount of people who came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/19-12-08_1457-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/20-12-08_1655-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these 2 adorable kids on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/20-12-08_2104-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasure hunt team's package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/20-12-08_2233-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the GM for the first time is kinda boring, nothing but views like this and the cold wind for over 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00215-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which somehow gives birth to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMJDJ&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BOL&lt;/span&gt;" combo which results in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zheheng&lt;/span&gt; in the above situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/21-12-08_1715-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of cooked food for meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00194-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those dinners in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/21-12-08_2240-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane amount of food for 7 people for the final supper for the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/21-12-08_1816-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to have boardgames fully played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00195-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booby Trapped door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00198-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00212-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the 2 storey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bungalow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00219-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WX&lt;/span&gt; is crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/IMG00222-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Zheheng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow feels like its gonna be the last chalet for sometime now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3668498770935382841?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3668498770935382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3668498770935382841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3668498770935382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3668498770935382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/chalet-2008.html' title='Chalet 2008'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-3216756402420172756</id><published>2008-12-14T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:14:34.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt : Season 5</title><content type='html'>After 2 overnights (with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chonglin&lt;/span&gt; snoring no less!), including last night where everyone was asking me, "Never go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoukout&lt;/span&gt;!?" and a couple of trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;, we have finally finish all the stuffs for this upcoming chalet's treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we make quite a decent team, we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty about different stuffs. And of course with the pioneer treasure hunt initiator, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chonglin&lt;/span&gt; and the multi treasure hunt GM, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zheheng&lt;/span&gt;, what could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time that I have done it, but I kinda feel that this might be one of those last treasure hunts. Its one of those things that we have fun doing before we get too old, if we are not already too old that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. get ready.. its coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/FinalCovcopy.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-3216756402420172756?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/3216756402420172756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=3216756402420172756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3216756402420172756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/3216756402420172756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/treasure-hunt-season-5.html' title='Treasure Hunt : Season 5'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-9156063845974529091</id><published>2008-12-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:34:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>因为我会想起你&lt;br /&gt;我害怕面对自己&lt;br /&gt;我的意志 总被寂寞吞食&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你总会提醒&lt;br /&gt;过去总不会过去&lt;br /&gt;有种真爱不是我的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如我不曾爱你&lt;br /&gt;我不会失去自己&lt;br /&gt;想念的刺 钉住我的位置&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你总会提醒&lt;br /&gt;尽管我得到世界&lt;br /&gt;有些幸福不是我的&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-9156063845974529091?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/9156063845974529091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=9156063845974529091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/9156063845974529091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/9156063845974529091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='爱'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-7373625532614647587</id><published>2008-11-26T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:18:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night</title><content type='html'>Guess it's not really a secret where I would be on Tuesdays nights if &lt;a href="http://www.taykewei.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kewei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing her gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its been more than a month since I saw her perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a nice peaceful night, but something made it a little more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly always get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bar table seats for the first time ever! Turning around looking through the rain-stained glass, gives a rather interesting view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge neon "Tango's" stares right back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wala's&lt;/span&gt; customers enjoying a pizza below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rather empty restaurant opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staffs of the hair salon on the second floor gathering around a TV and fooling around. The tables of customers at the cafe, a group of friends and a rather uncomfortable looking couple like they are out on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lighted candle, a birthday boy in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indonesian guy singing a song for the love of his life. I have seen this once done by another guy, so it wasn't really anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But following the song, he delivered such a touching speech of how thankful he was to have her in his life for 9 long years, stammering through those lines which i am sure he tried time and again to memorise. It wasn't the most perfect or best speech, but it was so real, it was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he got down on a knee to propose to his now, tearing wife to be. This is the first time ever I have seen a marriage proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/25-11-08_2052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puts an end to what was a night I really liked and enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-7373625532614647587?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/7373625532614647587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=7373625532614647587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7373625532614647587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/7373625532614647587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday-night.html' title='Tuesday Night'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8705819004337375701</id><published>2008-11-25T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:31:14.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collateral</title><content type='html'>Sometimes after a fight, the victors celebrating fails to look around them and see the collateral damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no meaning in our world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither is there any meaning in us, the ones who live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then meaningless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for us, who are equally meaningless, to conceive the world in our thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing there is no meaning to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-8705819004337375701?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/8705819004337375701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=8705819004337375701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8705819004337375701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/8705819004337375701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/collateral.html' title='Collateral'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-6298722894345080269</id><published>2008-11-13T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:36:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay Kewei - Always</title><content type='html'>(The) wind is cold&lt;br /&gt;As my breaking heart gets old&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, I can see right through your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter cause I'll be right here,&lt;br /&gt;to share your pain, your sorrow and fear.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life may bring,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in your heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times go by, don't let the wasted years just fly,&lt;br /&gt;It's in your mind, can't pretend that it'll all be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter cause I'll be right here,&lt;br /&gt;to share your pain, your sorrow and fear.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life may bring,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in your heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter cause I'll be right here,&lt;br /&gt;to share your pain, your sorrow and fear.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life may bring,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in your heart always.&lt;br /&gt;Always, always.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life may bring,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in your heart always.&lt;br /&gt;Always, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-6298722894345080269?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/6298722894345080269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=6298722894345080269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6298722894345080269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/6298722894345080269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/tay-kewei-always.html' title='Tay Kewei - Always'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2764013016646891220</id><published>2008-11-07T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:52:43.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carrot Cake Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/yOnGz/Album%202/CCC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carrot Cake Conversations is the story of four strangers, who find themselves stranded in Singapore, two days before Christmas and how they find companionship over a plate of carrot cake and a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story follows the journey of Kate, a failed American actress, who’s in transit in Singapore for one night, on her way to New Zealand to set up her dream Café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate meets Daniel, a dishevelled businessman who recently caught his wife cheating on him, Matthew, a rich property mogul who finds himself at the crossroads of his life, and Ruth, a prostitute who longs to be Singapore’s first blues singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their conversations, they talk about love, life, loss, carrot cake, Singapore being alone, Christmas, their dreams, their fears, their hopes, and at the end of one night, because of their conversation with a complete stranger, they become different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story seeks to prove the possibility that a conversation can change everything and that sometimes in life, all we have to do is talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carrotcakeconversations.com/main.html"&gt;Official Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog shows the initial feelings and mentality of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcakeconversations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrot Cake Conversations Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a soft spot for local productions, it feels more real to me, sometimes almost as if I could touch it. Independant productions need more support from us, because if we do not show the support by paying for it, alot of times there would not be a next time for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else want to catch it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2764013016646891220?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2764013016646891220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2764013016646891220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2764013016646891220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2764013016646891220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/carrot-cake-conversations.html' title='The Carrot Cake Conversations'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2805636947909588669</id><published>2008-11-07T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:08:16.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>Its hard to say the exact truth, even about my own immediate feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very much harder than to tell u something about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which isn't the exact truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2805636947909588669?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2805636947909588669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2805636947909588669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2805636947909588669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2805636947909588669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-2473731932362509965</id><published>2008-11-01T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:24:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><content type='html'>The constant shower of the sun's mane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will erase the remaining footprints on the thin ice. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to be deceived,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the world is already full of deception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12222482-2473731932362509965?l=amomenttoremember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/feeds/2473731932362509965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12222482&amp;postID=2473731932362509965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2473731932362509965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12222482/posts/default/2473731932362509965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomenttoremember.blogspot.com/2008/11/deception.html' title='Deception'/><author><name>haoyong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224246724885607373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pawbIuRHo6M/StsovW_8qCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KGNJOLLh6KM/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12222482.post-8190303255420614420</id><published>2008-10-30T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:11:06.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无理的倔强</title><content type='html'>我们对很多事情都会自己的想法，再从这些想法设下一套隐形的规矩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遵守着那一套隐形的规矩就成为了所谓的原则。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就为了这原则很多时候就会有不理智的倔强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们对爱情也一定多少会有这一套隐形的规矩。比较年轻是，我总对自己说 我不能，&lt;br /&gt;也不会被同样的一个人伤害多过一次。 这个想法可能只是自己潜意识为自己穿上的&lt;br /&gt;一种保护色。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就为了遵守这无聊的原则，过了再多年，过了再久，再爱你，再在乎你，我从不&lt;br /&gt;敢 也不想再靠近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在回头看，还真后悔。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后悔我没有带着被伤害的可能去寻找我知道这世界上只有你能给的真正快乐。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算被你伤害， 也好过带着不是真正的快乐微笑。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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