<?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-34785020</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:39:45.125+08:00</updated><category term='None'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>769</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8185590101171813049</id><published>2012-01-23T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:39:45.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lU1FPboqfhU/Tx1w2uSnzsI/AAAAAAAACOw/ENV81kMcf6E/s1600/Picture%2B3%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lU1FPboqfhU/Tx1w2uSnzsI/AAAAAAAACOw/ENV81kMcf6E/s400/Picture%2B3%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700836788762300098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to log in to some dumb website to make some dumb payment for some dumb application and IT BANNED ME FROM LOGGING IN BECAUSE I DID NOT LOG OUT PROPERLY LAST TIME. And it's 30 minutes... = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's watch IP MAN for now and wait for the time to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = And CNY is totally boring this year. Nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8185590101171813049?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8185590101171813049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8185590101171813049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_22_archive.html#8185590101171813049' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lU1FPboqfhU/Tx1w2uSnzsI/AAAAAAAACOw/ENV81kMcf6E/s72-c/Picture%2B3%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-210636858266532257</id><published>2012-01-22T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:14:24.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;That's Hyori. She's famous for being a hot dancer but her singing is rather ordinary. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's gonna be CNY soon. Hehehehe. Share with you all something.. My mum is really superstitious. When my dad placed the calendar on the wall, she said it's very nice despite the fact that it was crooked and a bit weird because its top was not parallel to the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told my dad it's WEIRD! And she glared at me cuz a calendar means a whole new year and I must say good things.= = So I have to keep the opinion to myself and let the thing continue to look out-of-no-where?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every CNY she will be EXTRA strict with the things we say. On the first day of CNY, I probably got the most number of scoldings. She was like.. NOTHING ALSO SCOLD. I should just totally shut up? Cuz I talk a lot to my bro and make too much comment and she will try to find faults and SCOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously eh... If I didn't remember wrongly, there's this time I put on plaster on the back of the feet cuz of the new shoes, and got scolded. Cuz put plaster on CNY, you will put it on for the rest of the year.. And during dinner I will also get scolded. Argh sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most scoldings come before we go out. That is the time which you eat your breakfast, change into new clothes and get ready. Cuz I always very slow motion so I will get scolded. = = Aiya I tell you, I'm so prepared to get scolded again. If she nags I'm fine cuz I've mastered the skill of SINGING IN MY HEAD. When she talks I just play SNSD songs in my head then I will not care what she says. :P but her killer glare will make you suddenly feel the anger and adrenaline rushing through your vein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Night and happy CNY! I must strive to get more angbao $$$ hahaha what nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-210636858266532257?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/210636858266532257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/210636858266532257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_22_archive.html#210636858266532257' title='..'/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3169318794375435782</id><published>2012-01-16T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:57:46.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>16/1/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Ok, if you wonder what happened on Twitter, I'm gonna blog about it now. No point keeping it all to myself, cry and make myself upset. Say it out! Then forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay I showed my dad the shoes I wanted to buy, it was from F21 and rather normal. It's like the typical Rubi shoes without laces. Quite cool and its red. He said it's childish. Fine. I found another one from Rubi and its rather popular among girls, there are a lot in New Look and it's made of leather. Yea Rubi sells it at $34.95 per pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;He said its old-fashioned. For your info, the fashion trend now is &amp;#22797;&amp;#21476;, means to wear old-fashioned stuff and its the fashion RIGHT NOW. That's why you saw a lot of high waist shorts and skirts, tucked in shirts, stripes and denim jackets. Those stuff appeared in my mum's photo album when she was dating my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dad said he's gonna take me to buy new shoes. I said I don't want. I had something in mind that I wanted to buy and I had no ideas what he was thinking so I asked him. He said: you want then want, don't ask. HOW YOU EXPECT ME TO DO IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS?! What if its something I don't like?! My dad is good at forcing people buy stuff he likes but we don't like. It happened last year when he forced my bro to buy a good quality but ugly backpack for $70. With this amount of $$, I am certain you can get a nicer bag with same quality. But my bro had no choice, so he bought it but rarely used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to get my own shoes today. Walked from Somerset to Orchard, then took train to BUGIS, then went to TAMPINES after that.. Was so tired but finally bought something I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When Dad came back the first thing he said was: &amp;#24456;&amp;#32769;&amp;#22303;&amp;#65292;&amp;#20320;&amp;#30340;&amp;#30524;&amp;#20809;&amp;#23454;&amp;#22312;&amp;#26159;&amp;#12290;&amp;#12290;I said I DON'T MIND. Then when my mum came back, she told me it was nice. But after she heard what my dad said, she joined in by saying its for AUNTIES. Seriously la, go on the streets and find one AUNTIE wearing the same shoes as me I give you $10. I tried to argue but then my bro also joined in. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told them, with that amount of $$ you think I can get VERY pretty shoes? You give me $100 la, then I go buy expensive shoes. You think I don't know how to spend $$$ on expensive stuff? If I'm like my bro, who's willing to spend YOUR $69.90 on a FREAKING shirt, I can also buy nice clothes what. I think that $20-$30 is enough for a teenager. But you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dad has some students who are models and he will talk about them during dinner at times. There's this particular girl he often mentions.. She's 180cm and super skinny and fair. She always wear the same style of clothes, that is LONG jeans and T shirt. But because she's sooooooooooo pretty, she looks good in everything she wears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not 180cm, I'm only 162cm. I'm not as skinny and fair as her, and I don't wear long jeans. I don't have her pretty face or her art talent or WHATEVER. I'm just not as good as her. But one thing should make me wayyyyy better than her that is - I'm your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;People always feel that their children are the BEST among all the children out there. Why can't you think the same? Just think of the stuff I did for you UNCONDITIONALLY? I stayed up overnight to help you type one document because you were too tired. Everybody was going to bed, leaving me alone in the LIVING ROOM. Mum even came out to tell me to quickly finish because the typing on the keyboard was too noisy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fine I'm not gonna care. Your students are better than me, I don't care. I'm gonna prove to you that I'm important in your life, not those bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3169318794375435782?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3169318794375435782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3169318794375435782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_15_archive.html#3169318794375435782' title='16/1/12'/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2019880481424586188</id><published>2012-01-14T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:09:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G81oBrWyv2E/TxF7L3McMoI/AAAAAAAACOg/oiOwRkKM5h4/s1600/068adf3d314a2a979e3d623c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G81oBrWyv2E/TxF7L3McMoI/AAAAAAAACOg/oiOwRkKM5h4/s400/068adf3d314a2a979e3d623c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697470447325295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listened to Banmal Song [반말송] again because JiaLin posted it. :) Really, it makes you feel like you're in love for the first time. :) Argh I'm day-dreaming again~ I realised for WGM series, the guy will love the girl more. Like YongHwa and Nichkhun. For this song, I prefer the YongSeo version, cuz the duet sounds umm... Don't know how to explain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aDsHqxP9P4/TxFmVa9gTqI/AAAAAAAACOM/UvQ2zekSGcs/s1600/Past_Irie_2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9aDsHqxP9P4/TxFmVa9gTqI/AAAAAAAACOM/UvQ2zekSGcs/s400/Past_Irie_2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697447521800965794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a cup of coffee to stay awake everyday. Mum's coffee is too bitter so every time needa add sugar and she insists that it's a little bit too SWEET for her. = = It's 50% reduced sugar Mum!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that's SHOICHI. The first time I saw him(NOT THIS YOUNG SHOICHI IT WAS THE OLDER SHOICHI) I found him attractive~ YEA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qh01zJxWf-E/TxF7Ll3GFYI/AAAAAAAACOY/uHjAC6zRDjQ/s1600/39129_142835852413279_100000605957202_297634_7104896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qh01zJxWf-E/TxF7Ll3GFYI/AAAAAAAACOY/uHjAC6zRDjQ/s400/39129_142835852413279_100000605957202_297634_7104896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697470442672362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who works with mic are cool. Extremely cool! I have a lot photos with Taemin with mic hahaha although his role in SHINee is lead dancer. Taemin-ah, you're TOOOO thin. You're only 53kg! (his height this year =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ONE SEVEN SEVEN &lt;/span&gt;CM) You are seriously underweight! Like my skinny bro.. =  = 168cm, 43kg. EAT MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how HyunA lost weight. She lost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN kg&lt;/span&gt; from 57kg to 40kg before Bubble POP, and another 2 kg during the promotion period. Yes she's 38kg now. In such a short time, she lost a total of NINETEEN kg. Do singers/idols have to torture themselves like this? Can't help, they need to be perfect on screen. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go study now. Did NOTHING productive today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2019880481424586188?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2019880481424586188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2019880481424586188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_08_archive.html#2019880481424586188' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G81oBrWyv2E/TxF7L3McMoI/AAAAAAAACOg/oiOwRkKM5h4/s72-c/068adf3d314a2a979e3d623c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4460160947156175931</id><published>2012-01-12T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:32:42.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkgrZ6TkTYQ/Tw7MN1T4ccI/AAAAAAAACOA/AENAK78zcAw/s1600/IMAG2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696715116691091906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkgrZ6TkTYQ/Tw7MN1T4ccI/AAAAAAAACOA/AENAK78zcAw/s400/IMAG2389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New teachers were here yesterday. They were like... villagers(quoted by dumb Gold and I kinda agree). The way they dress, the way they talk.. They resemble the people I met at my grandmother's house in China, which is definitely a VILLAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found one day that I can sit down, rest, and type a blog post. School hours are extended and dismissal time is 14 50 for 3 days in a week. Seriously.. Reach home already 15 30. Bathe and do everything 16 00 already. Take away an hour for dinner, how much time I left?! CNY quickly come.. I need AngBao money.. I'm poor to the extend that I need to ask my parents for EVERYTHING I need, including an exercise book which costs $1.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XinDi is rather quiet. More quiet than HQ of course hahahahaha HQ is noisy. :P We found a common topic to talk about today! That's Hitman Reborn and guess what, MengYu watches We Got Married too. Hahahaha now we have a lot of stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to hand in ME 15 and Ex 15.2 by tomorrow. Let's go do them now if not later cannot sleep at 11pm again. I NEED MORE SLEEP. ARGH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4460160947156175931?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4460160947156175931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4460160947156175931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_08_archive.html#4460160947156175931' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkgrZ6TkTYQ/Tw7MN1T4ccI/AAAAAAAACOA/AENAK78zcAw/s72-c/IMAG2389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-492457151652865976</id><published>2012-01-08T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:56:05.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>8 Jan 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KM8Orgoqd0Y/TwiGyXJrW7I/AAAAAAAACN0/bu9erSnBjoM/8%252520Jan%2525202012_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KM8Orgoqd0Y/TwiGyXJrW7I/AAAAAAAACN0/bu9erSnBjoM/8%252520Jan%2525202012_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Long time no blog. Just downloaded a blogging app so I can blog easier. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am quite unhappy about my specs recently. As in.. I CANNOT SEE CLEARLY I think I need to change a new one. Yea but telling my mum is another thing cus I know she sure has a lot to say, again. So every time I think of it, I am angry. Not angry at her but myself. I'm angry that why at this age, I still cannot buy the things I want by MYSELF. Why must I ask my parents to buy the thing ME want?? It's a DUH when you're young, but I'm not young already! I am really determined to go find part time job after O's cus this damn feeling is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So the only thing I can do is to SAVE. I shall skip meals to save the $$. I don't care. This is very irritating. Since I can't earn, I just save my pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bro bought his set of CNY clothes for $120. His pants alone costs $119.90 and after discount it's $89.90. My top was $33 from Forever 21. When I asked if I could buy another dress or maybe denim shorts, it's a NO. And my mum still asked if my bro wanted another set of clothes. He bought his clothes from Esprit which the cheapest for guys is like $59.90. I don't even walk into Esprit to get their products cuz they are firstly not suitable for me and secondly they are too expensive.. When I wanted a pair of new shoes for $15, it's a NO too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's not like I'm super poor that I starve everyday, why can't I buy stuff I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rich people get shopping money, $50-$100 per trip. My money, I SAVED them. Will you ever understand how difficult it is when it comes to this damn $$ issue? I hate it to the max when I carry pathetic amount of $$$ when I go out. I'm 17,.for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Realised something? Every time I go out with friends, I seldom buy clothes or anything that I can wear. Maybe bracelets or rings that's all. It's totally impossible to get a top or a pair of shorts WITHOUT asking my mum for permission. I go shopping with friends, to see them buy clothes. Lol.. -__- nevermind, I'm used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's 1am and I can't sleep. Drank coffee just now to keep myself awake.. which resulted in this. -___- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I realised Wednesdays are gonna be busy for me. CCA 3-6pm, tuition 7-9pm. Where's my dinner?? Hmm... I'm going crazy because of the bad timing. And I'm gonna bathe after 9?! If 9.30 can finish everything, I'm gonna start hw. What if there's a test next day?! And Dumb Gold's piano lesson is on Wed right! Wah seriously... if is do something I like maybe ok but since it's not, I think I am gonna COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shut up idiot. Time to sleep good night. Oyasumi!&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/34785020-492457151652865976?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/492457151652865976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/492457151652865976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2012_01_08_archive.html#492457151652865976' title='8 Jan 2012'/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KM8Orgoqd0Y/TwiGyXJrW7I/AAAAAAAACN0/bu9erSnBjoM/s72-c/8%252520Jan%2525202012_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3679434583847362828</id><published>2011-12-05T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:41:20.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umm so.. LONG TIME NO POST. Yea yea not really long ok. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just got shocked by The Boys MV because I forgot to lower down the volume and I was listening using EARphones. OMG that was damn loud. You can try it if you don't believe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Facebook is kinda DEAD now yet Twitter is VERY active with ~6 tweets/refresh. LOL 6 tweets per REFRESH. Life sucks now. Holidays are purely a period time that make you 1)LAZY 2)GAIN WEIGHT 3) Become stupid. I should use this time to study + revise + work hard isn't it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super sian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dot dot dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is 'sian' the ONLY word you can use to describe the situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of rubbish, time to be serious.. [I keep thinking I'm not that good, yea like obviously. You're good at so many things, I can't even handle my own studies. I don't have the right to..y'know. :( I need time to think and think about those feelings, and time SHOULD heal the wounds. There's no wound. YET. I don't know. Fine.. Another time to tell myself IT'S IMPOSSIBLE SO DO YOUR OWN THING AND LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE BY NOW.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye. Remember to TWWEEEET. ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3679434583847362828?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3679434583847362828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3679434583847362828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_12_04_archive.html#3679434583847362828' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2864076846649477975</id><published>2011-11-30T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:03:32.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4koUeMtack/TtYTw2NvgdI/AAAAAAAACNo/o-Oa_MLDgz8/s1600/52_111019165206_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680749709882261970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4koUeMtack/TtYTw2NvgdI/AAAAAAAACNo/o-Oa_MLDgz8/s400/52_111019165206_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody is talking about this show, The Apple of My Eye. The female lead is very cute I love her unique smile. Bankrupt recently so I dont think I can go watch it by this December. Let's wait till the DVD is out or Funshion is able to kope it from somewhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I did a lot bad stuff this year. Okay I sort of "created a gap" with someone's friendship with the other person because he did something bad TO ME and I took revenge. I was really very unhappy about what he did yea.. But the gap wasn't really CREATED because he did say something unpleasant about his friend. And I was sooooo mean that I.. SIGH. Is it really my fault? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there's another mistake that I made this year.. I made someone really sad, when I made him so happy just a few days ago before I made him sad. Okay confusing right I DON'T CARE I LAZY EXPLAIN. I was afraid that.. I will never fight with my best friend for A GUY. I don't know la, I just don't like it. I'm sorry, but I can do nothing about the situation.. I cannot tell that person all this shit right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you regret about the decisions you've made, but you can't do anything to revive the memories. Then... too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has to move on, we have to move on. People say that there'll be better things in future if you let go of the past. But people still live in their memories some times, whenever they are alone or at night. Sometimes I will look out of the windows of my room, (because there's a highway somewhere near so the houses opposite my block is really far away) and I will look at the buildings outside. AND because I live at a higher storey, I can see quite far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can't sleep at night, I will just get up and stare outside. It's really nice, especially when you see the blinking lights of planes moving in the dark sky, it reminds me of China. I miss China soooo much. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last last year, I went back for a week. The night before returning to Spore, I was at my grandma's house. I remember my grandpa holding back his tears and he didn't wanna come down to see us off. While my grandma, holding on to my mummy's hands asking her to take care and stuff. And my cousin-in-law cried which made everybody cry. My mum was crying, grandma was crying, cousin was crying, me too. And the crying didn't stop till I almost reached my house after 1 hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried in the plane for half an hour I think.. And I hate that feeling seriously. If I go back again, will the same thing happen? :( I don't want it's really very annoying feeling. And I took a whole week to adapt to Spore OMG horrible. After I went VS for a day I took some time to adapt to AHS can you imagine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2864076846649477975?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2864076846649477975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2864076846649477975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_11_27_archive.html#2864076846649477975' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4koUeMtack/TtYTw2NvgdI/AAAAAAAACNo/o-Oa_MLDgz8/s72-c/52_111019165206_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8704783138275573611</id><published>2011-11-12T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:55:42.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pW4Ksh3K6bk/Tr4_uUhhudI/AAAAAAAACNc/6Bt_6PxqwJI/s1600/301462_105546159560087_100003141103291_32433_832064361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674042645549267410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pW4Ksh3K6bk/Tr4_uUhhudI/AAAAAAAACNc/6Bt_6PxqwJI/s400/301462_105546159560087_100003141103291_32433_832064361_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't seriously. Ok there's this relative of mine who wants to buy some hand cream from Sg and she QQ me about it. I knew my mom is gonna nag and complain a lot when I ask her and in the end SHE DID. I am wondering what is so irritating about buying something for your relative... It's not a great sum of money right. And it is not ME who wants the thing yet she is scolding me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish YoonA can stop acting cute when she sings. I really like her but then... Even SeoHyun is not acting cute even though she's the youngest. Hmm let's see. My bias in SNSD was Jessica at first(Gee + Oh!), Tiffany(Genie), then YoonA and now Seohyun. I feel neutral for Taeyeon, ,Soo Young, Hyoyeon and Yuri. At first I don't really like Sunny but after the cool hairstyle OMG I realised Sunny suits cool style too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow with JiaLin and Diong to get SiawMin present. :D And then next Tuesday to celebrate 3 idiots' birthdays and CO chalet on Thursday. And then the boring holiday comes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine sleeping the whole day. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 9pm last night cuz I was tooooooo tired. I was quite dizzy after carrying the mountain of books from locker and under the table. It's weird. Sometimes I will feel lost and don't know what I'm doing and just walking around aimless and feel super sleepy. o_O Then after a while, usually is after I eat, I will recover to my usual self. During that period of being dizzy, I will anyhow talk and forget things. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just can't stop listening to The Boys and I love Seohyun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8704783138275573611?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8704783138275573611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8704783138275573611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_11_06_archive.html#8704783138275573611' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pW4Ksh3K6bk/Tr4_uUhhudI/AAAAAAAACNc/6Bt_6PxqwJI/s72-c/301462_105546159560087_100003141103291_32433_832064361_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6587970118367522799</id><published>2011-11-09T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:31:23.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I read those touching stories about how people cannot end up together, it's either one of them died or had a broken because of the girl/guy or lost his/her sight. It's touching the first time you read it, but after many similar stories being put on the net, those stories are just rather ordinary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when people ask me to read one touching stories, which I saw them before (maybe not exactly the same but with similar storylines), I don't feel a thing.. Sounds heartless yea. Ok there's this video someone asked me to watch last year, the one BaoYu also asked me to watch. The one the guy donated his cornea to his girlfriend.. The first time I saw it, I didn't cry. But I have to admit the music is nice. :') Hais.. But I saw something touching just now. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他牵着她在雪天里走着..&lt;br /&gt;女生明显不耐烦, 不停地用手扫掉头衣服上的雪花,&lt;br /&gt;问：我都说分手了还带我去哪？&lt;br /&gt;他说: 最后陪我走走吧。&lt;br /&gt;女生问: 你不冷吗？&lt;br /&gt;他摇头: 怎么会？&lt;br /&gt;女生不再说话，只希望路快点走完。&lt;br /&gt;放开手的刹那他差点落泪.&lt;br /&gt;"我总喜欢在雪天里牵着你走，因为一不小心我们就可以一起白头。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought guys are always the heartless one until I found out there's this friend of mine, who is really crazy about his current crush. I can feel the sweet-ness he has when he says that the girl is damn stupid, always gets bullied by people. I can feel it when he says he wants to be there to protect her forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still guys like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember writing an essay with inspiration from 梁静茹's MV “会呼吸的痛”. I really love that MV because firstly, the lyrics are beautifully written. And the scenes at Japan and the train make you really wanna cry. There will definitely be times you want to do something like that, alone. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be realistic and seee what is the true kind of love we may experience now -- story of 下一站，幸福. It hurts a lot to seee MuChen living in the memory of GuanXi and he can't remember her anymore. And she has to stay away from him and 下定决心 to hate him. That kind of feeling... You love someone but you CAN'T love him/her. Sigh. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone will have a few songs with meaningful lyrics and gorgeous melody in their minds. KPop songs make you happy but their lyrics are yea, 没什么意思. It's their catchy tune and awesome dance that make you love them right! :D From 2003 till now, I like one song of Angela Zhang called 遗失的美好 because there's one sentence from the song I love a lot a lot. :D Songs change your mood, so I will insist on listening to happy songs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodLuck for Olevel CL tomorrow. A1 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6587970118367522799?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6587970118367522799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6587970118367522799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_11_06_archive.html#6587970118367522799' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-522188037463634307</id><published>2011-10-27T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:22:13.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XM91dA2_Tk8/TqjqaDID5NI/AAAAAAAACNM/7U8-kRhY3RM/s1600/BASEBALL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 372px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668037864282383570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XM91dA2_Tk8/TqjqaDID5NI/AAAAAAAACNM/7U8-kRhY3RM/s400/BASEBALL.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG this baseball jacket is awesomely awesome right right? =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZm0YQtl8XQ/TqjqZfPylUI/AAAAAAAACMw/_Xwbsh6aKHE/s1600/http_imgload2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 234px; display: block; height: 170px; cursor: pointer; " id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668037854651127106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZm0YQtl8XQ/TqjqZfPylUI/AAAAAAAACMw/_Xwbsh6aKHE/s400/http_imgload2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在早晨6点发来短信，写着：“猪，起床了”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在我的留言板上留下“猪，晚安.”。　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在他的日志里写着许多关于我的文章。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在我更新状态的时候，第一个给我评论。　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在我看爱情电影的时候会想起他&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b45.photo.store.qq.com/http_imgload.cgi?/rurl4_b=9af8d68f0e4172a521e710c3e85409830334cf256f28328284c9de285688c2650b5b9aa8459560bd79a0232a7d6d34ec43a4c3d9f893710eee08edf76871cb906edcdff20f3456e5d709961ead7563367cbcee46&amp;amp;a=50&amp;amp;b=45" target="_blank" appendurl="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在我的留言板上留下关心我的话语。　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，在他的QQ签名里告诉我他生气，他快乐，他伤心　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，让我忘记生活中的烦恼，想到他嘴角就会微微上扬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，愿意和我一起吃一碗4块钱的拉面，3块钱的可乐还特别满足的冲我傻笑　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668037847487463026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOoEYVlNWak/TqjqZEj1vnI/AAAAAAAACMo/doS_-IH4rzM/s400/http_imgload1.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 234px; display: block; height: 170px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，为我买来和他手机链配对的手机链&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，能让我吃醋，让我甜蜜 ，让我体会到纯粹的爱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，勾起我唱歌的冲动，让我能唱着唱着，或流泪，或傻笑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，能在他朋友聚会，家庭聚会，同事聚会中，不分场合的提到关于我的话题&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，和我手拉着手，在林荫小道中走着走着&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，和我并肩躺着，在松软的沙滩上，看星星，听海声 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，能看穿我的逞强、看穿我的口是心非。。在我无助伤心的时候给我安慰、&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我也想有那么一个人，即使我对他不是最好的，也愿意一直爱着我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我想有那么一个人……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj46IgbiT-A/TqjqZGrB0BI/AAAAAAAACMg/nSfhB_J0SyM/s1600/gabriella-montez-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 283px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668037848054485010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj46IgbiT-A/TqjqZGrB0BI/AAAAAAAACMg/nSfhB_J0SyM/s400/gabriella-montez-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Gabriella from HSM 3. She is always ahead of people, that's why she was admitted early into Stamford University. Hmm why am I talking about her suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I tore my HCL paper because I just couldn't stand it. I had so much hatred for WBD because every word just hurt so much. She didnt care about how I thought... Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad Dad wasn't that unhappy because the person I am most afraid to disappoint is him. He rarely scold so if he is real disappointed he will reprimand unlike my mum... She's basically nagging at non relating stuff so I just listen and forget. I realised I wanted to be left alone whenever I feel sad. I shut the door in front of my mum 5 times today. Never bang of course I just wanted to be alone. So tomorrow after CCA I'm going somewhere to hide. K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-522188037463634307?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/522188037463634307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/522188037463634307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_10_23_archive.html#522188037463634307' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XM91dA2_Tk8/TqjqaDID5NI/AAAAAAAACNM/7U8-kRhY3RM/s72-c/BASEBALL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4631742255756282176</id><published>2011-10-24T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:15:08.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I am really pissed off with myself. Even though it's pointless to repeat the same fact but I must still blame myself for the bad results. See all C appearing and last time a B is upsetting.. Now I have so many Cs hmm. I really dislike those idiots who boast about their grades and laugh at others. I know, they HAVE got something to boast about, no like me, don't even have. But seriously... Think of people's feeling can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That WBD.. Seriously she's so fking irritating. Mind your words man. You think being direct is ok, yup I'm ok too. But your words a litttttttttttlllllleeeee bit hurtful hor. =] my immediate reaction was: whatever! What can you expect... Say my L1R5 for MYE, say me anti social, you taking everything as a joke? I felt annoyed and hurt by your words for the whole fking day man.. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like crying. I'm really fed up by all this. I tell ya 激将法 is useless on me, the more you think your words will 激发 me, the harder I fall. Yes. If your method works for everyone, then everyone's character is the same, which is IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Done. I'm really disappointed by you this time. 我会更坚定恨你的决心。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4631742255756282176?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4631742255756282176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4631742255756282176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_10_23_archive.html#4631742255756282176' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6907978549609541085</id><published>2011-10-23T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:26:52.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c77pD8qj17g/TqL0B2VU9gI/AAAAAAAACMU/lgW0J5OyzjQ/s1600/20110930_snsd_theboys1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c77pD8qj17g/TqL0B2VU9gI/AAAAAAAACMU/lgW0J5OyzjQ/s400/20110930_snsd_theboys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666359593787520514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Boys by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;소녀시대.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome MV!~ Duh, it is collaborated with MJ's producer Teddy Riley. No idea who MJ is? Omo you're so pathetic. =] Okay the dance is okay, not really a lot significant moves BUT THE SONG IS UNDOUBTEDLY AMAZING. The girls wear beautiful dresses like princesses. :D Especially Sica and YoonA. YoonA isn't that outstanding this time, even with the most gorgeous gown on. Sica is SUPER PRETTAYE with the pigeon~ And there's one part of the song which I was expecting what's gonna come next after Taeyeon sings then THE FIRST PART OF THE SONG WAS REPEATED OMG I was writing something halfway then I suddenly stopped and I clapped man. It's really amazing~! 8,000,000+ views in 4 days man, no joke ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And seriously, I have NO TIME for anti-s. That day I only played the song for around 20 second and someone told me to off it because he/she is an anti. Ok can, you don't like it I can off it then. It's okay as long as you don't stop me from liking them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, I hate the fact I learn music. I shouldn't have learn ANY TYPE of instrument, recorder is dot dot dot. It's irritating because people are making me hate the things I learn. People say "girls must learn music to have 气质." USELESS LA. Sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My results suck. I should work hard more. :( I really spent too much on RUBBISH. [Suddenly saw SeoHyun and realised she's gorgeous. GO MAKNAE!] I should pay more attention in class and be more serious. I must sit beside HQ next year cuz she do things SUPER FAST. Before I even find my foolscap, she's already writing. After I took out my pen, ready to write, she's done with one sum. SHE'S THIS FAST. Sometimes walking with her to the loo... OMG, I must RUN to keep up with her. Not that I'm short ok. 162 hor. Stupid GG always say 161.5 TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can smell the aroma of Christmas and HOLIDAY~ Wow, so literary. -__-''' REALLY. I can smell it! Hehehe. Next Thursday is Parents' Day and I wonder if my mum will kill me after she sees the report card. All bother line marks. I must go one corner hide that day. That WBD is gonna nag at every subject and say I'm anti-social again. This WBD.. SHE SAID I LOW EQ AND ANTI-SOCIAL. My mum repeated that two phrases for 1 WHOLE WEEK until she forgot. -_- And she kept emphasizing to my dad and taught me how to be sociable, like her, and told me to make friends out there. OH MOMMY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I made a lot enemies out there. I'm sorry. I know I'm bad. :( Am I really that bad?... What did I do... I scolded people? Threw temper on them? I really can name a lot people that hate me now. Like that FN, a major hater of me. See me like see ghost like that. But those people who hate me a lot are those whom I treated nicely once. I suck. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CO chalet, let's not go. I'm considering hard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 1am. Thanks to The Boys I'm still awake. Time to sleep! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6907978549609541085?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6907978549609541085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6907978549609541085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_10_23_archive.html#6907978549609541085' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c77pD8qj17g/TqL0B2VU9gI/AAAAAAAACMU/lgW0J5OyzjQ/s72-c/20110930_snsd_theboys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3497535330087172492</id><published>2011-09-22T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:38:34.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3jVcmE-hXQ/Tns51W1xBGI/AAAAAAAACMM/OiYRZEnVy7U/s1600/296810_237225659655301_129768187067716_767348_2035841_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3jVcmE-hXQ/Tns51W1xBGI/AAAAAAAACMM/OiYRZEnVy7U/s400/296810_237225659655301_129768187067716_767348_2035841_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655177345920730210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ep 50 when they took wedding photos together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs8iT0tHwuY/Tns51KxVjPI/AAAAAAAACL8/wFTxsjJh60M/s400/284202_1845424054667_1212623788_31596067_8121627_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 344px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655177342680927474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nichkhun must be real happy. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK8KM-KwCxM/Tns51FdZN7I/AAAAAAAACME/aYnLDAz8bPw/s1600/320532_226162194107578_135251993198599_671764_713344702_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK8KM-KwCxM/Tns51FdZN7I/AAAAAAAACME/aYnLDAz8bPw/s400/320532_226162194107578_135251993198599_671764_713344702_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655177341255104434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't cry Vic Omma! :'( Khun Appa will be there, forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3497535330087172492?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3497535330087172492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3497535330087172492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_09_18_archive.html#3497535330087172492' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3jVcmE-hXQ/Tns51W1xBGI/AAAAAAAACMM/OiYRZEnVy7U/s72-c/296810_237225659655301_129768187067716_767348_2035841_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8476025359503245934</id><published>2011-09-09T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:22:03.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnQYscK_tm0/TmoCMGtgP9I/AAAAAAAACL0/hH9TK-1kklM/s1600/73078_164580640233492_129215860436637_432097_6345335_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnQYscK_tm0/TmoCMGtgP9I/AAAAAAAACL0/hH9TK-1kklM/s400/73078_164580640233492_129215860436637_432097_6345335_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650331089472864210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.. KhunToria is ending. &amp;lt;|3 They've been through nearly 70 episodes together. Nichkhun even brought her to Thailand to see her "in-laws" and now everything's coming to an end. That time when Adam couple were ending, both Jokwon and Ga-in cried till their eyes swelled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's an ending to everything.. There's no forever. Yea there's no forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at SNSD videos on the way home and I realised HyoYeon always got neglected and the camera just won't go to her. Is it because YoonA is the image/prettiest of SNSD so her face must be shown most of the time? But she doesn't get to sing that's really sad. When you get to sing, you tend to stand out because that YOUR part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing is hard, yes it is. And TaeYeon's angelic voice (she sang Korea national anthem during one soccer match) is not just PLAY PLAY. Everyone can dance but not everyone can sing. That's why those who can sing get the attention. Everytime I look at HyoYeon I just feel a little bitter and no matter what, I WILL LOVE HYOYEON, DANCING QUEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I've thought of this again and again. Music is NOT for living. Yes it is not. Unless you're a true pro at it and you are gonna dedicated your whole life into it, you will never be the best. Know why? There're simply TOOOOO many people doing the same thing as you. Today I overheard, (okay I always always overheard.. BUT IS THEY TALK TOO LOUD MAH) two juniors saying some stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay because there'll be this interview section with everybody and we have to talk + play some music. Then they were saying if they wanna get in, they should use Guzheng. It's like saying if they use GZ, they're gonna get in FOR SURE. I was thinking "Walao another two learning GZ." It's really COMMON AND COMMON AND COMMON UNTIL LIKE DON'T KNOW WHAT. It's really like going into the street anyhow pull one person out and the person tells you that he/she learns piano/guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ARE THEY GETTING MORE AND MORE COMMON. Piano, guitar, violin, drum sets, saxophone. For Chinese music, people learn Guzheng, ErHu, Ruan. IT'S REALLY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COMMON. One day I should go learn harp or trumpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am super sian..... Super super sian......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was fun though. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PLAY. And Guzheng got solo in JuHuaTai. THREE BARS! THREE BARS EH! :'( Although Pipa also have soloSSSSS but the cool-ness is not the same. T-T JayChou made GZ as the accompaniment for the song what. T-T If I remember correctly, (must ask Jaslyn to confirm) we played JuHuaTai for Price Giving + Speech Day when I was P5. And it was awkward because I was crying as I play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of that time.. I SO DUMB OH YEA. Okay I was nowhere to be seen during the last rehearsal yea, I was hugging some seniors SOMEWHERE, I forgot where. When I realised I was late, I ran up the stairs leading to backstage. And saw SOMEONE telling the teacher about me. Then the teacher saw me and he was damn relieved. He told me,"No matter what happens, you're a performer right now. Wipe off your tears and do your best."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really really very touching so I told cha I cried while I play. And the worse thing was, my teacher made me play the group 2 melody when the 3 awesome girls(Jaslyn, ZhiJia and XiWen) beside me were all playing group 1 melody. So I also don't know if I played wrongly or what.. Umm yea. I cried the most that year, I think. I didn't cry that much when I was graduating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were all 陈年旧事, let's not mention it anymore. Like people said: Learning GZ is your PAST, don't bring it up anymore. You love it, keep it in your heart. Now I understand why I NEVER see Mengyuan touch the GZ in CO room before, and why I don't see my Jocie senior mention a word of it. Because now, Pipa is my 本分. No matter how lousy you are, you have to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm sad.. Hais I just hate it hate it hate it when I think of their faces when they wanted to show off how pro they are to me. They're trying to 刺激 me or what? But... THE THING IS OUT OF TUNE and you're...... showing off? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. NOW RECOMMENDING THIS GIRL. I subscribed to her already. ^^ She's damn pro at those KPOP dances. KPOP dances are influenced by hip-hop so you need... ENERGY and flexibility at times. (It is a 团体 right? Energy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2zMWQFFg0Io" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm working hard for my theatre studies. Hwaiting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8476025359503245934?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8476025359503245934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8476025359503245934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_09_04_archive.html#8476025359503245934' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnQYscK_tm0/TmoCMGtgP9I/AAAAAAAACL0/hH9TK-1kklM/s72-c/73078_164580640233492_129215860436637_432097_6345335_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3100534127453635150</id><published>2011-08-29T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:25:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm super irritated by the Ebuddy Messenger. Fail like s**t because I closed all chats and all the history gone. But it wasn't as annoying as last time when the messages inside my Sony Ericsson phone got deleted. Luckily don't have important or memorable stuff if not I will anyhow scold people again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[continued at 2255]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now when I walked into my room to get a hanger for Mom,  I realised I forgot to cover my GZ after playing. THEN I REALISED IT IS GORGEOUS OMG. If I can ever afford a super advanced GZ like the one ShaoTian got... I WILL BE SO HAPPY. His totally wasted because it's collecting dust in his living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's see. If I am rich enough in future... I will either make my house super western or super Chinese. I wanna have a small room that I put the instruments I learn, the music books and collections of rare scores. :] So awesome right! I wanna have a Billy bookcase that stretches acrossssssssss my living room and it is so high that it reaches the ceiling. It will be painted WHITE. I want to have a small corner (or maybe a garden?) for plants and water. But I will not keep fish cuz I don't know to raise them well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must earn enough money to let Daddy and Mommy go tour around the world. Before I can go Korea, I must earn enough money OMG. OH YEA! I must have one corner for car models and remote toys! Then must have collection of TRANSFORMERS too! AH AH! And collection of wrapping paper! HAHA. :] Then must have one room of Daddy's art pieces. NO! His art pieces will be displayed in my living room and his room with Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEA OH YEA! I want my study room's bookcase to be those in Chinese drama. Very hard to find I know. :] It's like antique!? Then must set aside one part of table to let me practise calligraphy. I really wanna learn calligraphy from Dad if I have the chance! It just reminds me of how stupid and un-talented that I am that I can't inherit his art genes. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that's future, let's think about what to do NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P1-P2: Alicia left me with another girl I forgot her name at the end of P2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P3: Great life with Clarissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P4: YuLin angry with me for being with Karm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P5: Karm angry with me for being with Nung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P6: Nung angry with me for being with... Gajing or Ashley?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The history of my broken friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry girls. I admit I'm not a good friend. I know I ignore people's fee-ling so much that they just leave me one by one. People come, people go. It's fate that let us meet. Let's treasure the chance that fate gave us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GaGa was always with me when I was P6.. I remember her apologising to Karm immediately when she found out that Karm was angry with her. I asked her why, as in she didn't even know what's happening! She told me "自尊算什么? If apologising can bring my friend back to me, why not?" I never, yes I NEVER tried to apologise to friends even when I know I'm in the wrong. Maybe that's because of my horoscope? That I'm stubborn and unwillingly to give in even if I know I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grow, I slowly learn that Ga is right. 为了朋友, your pride shouldn't be the priority. If you're wrong, DUH OF COURSE APOLOGISE. Even if not, you HAVE to try to speak to your friend and find out why he/she is angry. Because people won't be angry for no reason what. It must be something that you've done wrongly that causes that tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I realised I really really have to balance out between friends. I really have to prioritize. And I'm really sorry GoldGold, for making you feel that way today. I don't know if everything will go back to normal but really, I do treasure you. A lot. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3100534127453635150?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3100534127453635150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3100534127453635150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_28_archive.html#3100534127453635150' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-9095613358629637783</id><published>2011-08-26T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:55:33.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yB4HMuCZUmU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This version of TikTok is awesome GO JESSICA and KRYSTAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh miiaan I think I'm falling sick again. Argh. It seems like I will 900% catch a cold if it rains at night and that idiot rain lasts till the next morning.. Then it will turn into fever and cough. Ah no! My long weekend.. T T Actually I sort of sensed it this morning cuz I was trembling even with all the windows closed. Then still wore slippers to school and people say your feet can cause illness if you don't protect them well.. WAH like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now even though it's.. OMG 12.46am already. Nights world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Suddenly thought of Mom's epic way of waking me up - anyhow play the Guzheng until you 忍无可忍 have to wake up to stop her.. OMG got one flying ant in my room and now I feel the headache coming. Sian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-9095613358629637783?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/9095613358629637783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/9095613358629637783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_21_archive.html#9095613358629637783' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yB4HMuCZUmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2415209476386977099</id><published>2011-08-25T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:11:14.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to type something but just kept deleting. Might as well don't post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine crying with Kesha's TikTok on. Idiot. It just doesn't make sense. I think I will just have to throw my lunch away. I can see, I can hear and I know what you're doing. Although I may not be old enough to decipher what you're up to, at least I understand you're doing something that harms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know something, you all NEVER bother to love the things I love. The things I love are just OLD-FASHIONED and UNPOPULAR to you all. I never insult those stuff you all like, in fact I tried to love it too. How can you all like this... And you all never bother to listen when I discuss about the things I love. When I finally found someone who can share my thoughts with, you all say I AA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I hate CO. I hate CO to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love is not love. My feeling is not feeling. My tears are fake. My smile is fake. Even one freaking reply to someone's sms is considered flirt. You told me "YOU DONT HAVE TO REPLY" right? You think I really wanna reply you? You think your that freaking face is handsome that I wanna KEEP sms-ing you? I swear I will NEVER smile at you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;透过泪眼看得更清楚. 可为什么我总是看不清?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2415209476386977099?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2415209476386977099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2415209476386977099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_21_archive.html#2415209476386977099' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3147333867905336176</id><published>2011-08-25T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:41:49.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's fate that made me meet you, and it's fate that put me to the test of tolerance as I watch you taking away everything that was mine. But there's nothing to be proud of dude. You are just following my foot steps and that purely shows that you are a copy cat sucker. I know I can be replaced easily because I'm neither special nor important to anyone.  So if you're trying to copy me, then you will be unimportant too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve you right. [¦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3147333867905336176?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3147333867905336176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3147333867905336176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_21_archive.html#3147333867905336176' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3113417675205905957</id><published>2011-08-20T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:11:16.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally learning a new piece.. Finally can play 高山流水 without stopping but have to look at score every 2 bars for the intro and the last part. In fact I stare at it throughout for the last part.. NO!! CANNOT LIKE THAT! This piece really needs emotions and steadiness.. And saddest thing is that I still cannot play 彝族舞曲.. I tried the simplified version which was the one Alice played, the feel is different. But that's the version almost everyone's learning eg. Shermaine and Annabelle. Not a lot people know the WZS version because he put in a lot weird weird skills adapted from Pipa and the song although it's one of the grading pieces, many people will choose 幻想曲 instead. Thanks to the weird skills la! But they made the song unique cuz they are only used in this song. Muahahahaha! Grade 10 leh! Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was saying the song I'm learning now. See the notes super easy like immediately you can play but... WHEN IT COMES TO BOTH HANDS OMG CANNOT COORDINATE EH! After googling it's actually grade 5... No wonder after 3 weeks still cannot play.. OK JIAYOU! IT'S VERY CUTE SO I MUST LEARN IT MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok end of Guzheng stuff. That's the only thing I did today so of course post about it lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio is getting complicated. One alveoli is already driving me crazy. CHEM is worse. The Mole Concept Is... And my HQ is cute. Her Amath can get full mark but always make careless mistakes for Emath. O.o Isn't Amath much more confusing? Why am I talking about studies again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch a lot shows on PPS but they all got removed due to copyright!!! Argh totally... So I ended up watching 还珠格格 and watched Zi Wei cry and cry when there's nothing to cry for. O.o Watch 下一站幸福 the 安以轩 (what's her name In the show?) then can cry. Her eyes can speak. And she's really pitiful... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat Maggie mee for lunch but Mum don't let and she purposely saved one photo of me which looks a lot like her in her phone and insisted I look more like her than LaoBa. Hahahaha. My LaoBa LaoMa are damn cute! That day I carried my Pipa on my back and stood in front of the mirror in their room. He was puzzled and asked what I doing. I said I wanna see 这样背好看不好看 and he wanted to laugh but cannot so he 忍住 cuz he wanna act serious. His face damn funny and he said 快点去睡觉啦 when he's about to laugh. Hahaha think of it wanna laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. GOLDGOLD AH! NEXT TIME MUST LOOK OUT FOR YEANWOON HOR! HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3113417675205905957?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3113417675205905957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3113417675205905957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_14_archive.html#3113417675205905957' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6724718157829313732</id><published>2011-08-18T18:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:14:11.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqUWxhzbW8A/TkzxRNh9e_I/AAAAAAAACLE/sifhUv8lvSc/s1600/2v84qe1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqUWxhzbW8A/TkzxRNh9e_I/AAAAAAAACLE/sifhUv8lvSc/s400/2v84qe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642149711180561394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jin Yi is someone I really 钦佩. She's smart but her life is just so miserable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIsPSm36gN8/TkzxSMM77eI/AAAAAAAACLc/eP6yj2m91P0/s400/HJY003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642149728003812834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Argh Singtel internet... DAMN SLOW. D: OMG suddenly remember I haven't thank all those who wished me happy birthday. :] 11 days already. I realised if you wear a ring while playing instrument, it not only makes you COOL, but also helps to play better! Hahaha quite lame BUT IT WORKS MAN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojUHqenpg2w/TkzxRTixmSI/AAAAAAAACLU/ixNqUSDaS4w/s400/hwangjini_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642149712794589474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I was saying ERM... THERE'S THEATRE STUDY IN VJ!!! OMG SO EXCITED! [/Edited] GoldGold said "要习惯一个人生活." 一个人有什么关系? 我是很怕一个人, 可是习惯了就好了. 久了你还会喜欢一个人过日子leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoRC3SwiKXU/TkzxRZdRjAI/AAAAAAAACLM/oUnbsH_zEkk/s400/bj_hjw_684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642149714382130178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6724718157829313732?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6724718157829313732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6724718157829313732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_14_archive.html#6724718157829313732' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqUWxhzbW8A/TkzxRNh9e_I/AAAAAAAACLE/sifhUv8lvSc/s72-c/2v84qe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4968755870510726995</id><published>2011-08-10T13:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:09:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEqXpy8LrTg/TkIsFTYXsJI/AAAAAAAACKU/HdHBI_b5hN0/s400/tumblr_kw7nh4ifzI1qzdzcdo1_500.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639118153034739858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sian I really hate Chem. Think of Chem I start to feel irritated and seriously I wanna burn all the notes. D: Amath Linear Law test tomorrow, 2.4km also... T T Must finish SS, bio 10 year series and Chinese revision by tonight! I must really really really NOT procrastinate already!! :'( People with the same age as me can do a lot of things at the same time and they are way more mature than me. Hais...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 三舅妈 married to my 三舅舅 when she was 18. So their daughter is already working. And my 小舅, who's younger than my mum, has a son who's currently in his second year of university. WHAT ABOUT ME?! URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was reading a post that I typed last year, I realised how much I hated Pipa. Somehow I still hate it now. I JUST CAN'T LEARN. I don't feel the passion for the instrument. I love the orchestra yea I DO! But whenever I pick up my Pipa at home I can't find the motivation to learn it.. Oh gosh what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the 4 teachers that taught me Guzheng. When I was P1, it was 李老师 and he was the one who taught me the basics. He was awesome and humorous. There was once I fell asleep on the Guzheng and he patted me to wake me up. Then I blur blur opened my eyes then I sneezed damnnnnnn loud, even louder than HuiXin. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the transfer when I was P3, I learned GZ from 吕老师. Who's the teacher that influenced me the most because she scolded me the most. As we were in an ensemble, we were divided into 2 groups. 1st group being the pro-er ones and of course I belonged to the 2nd group. :P Then I always got scolded by her because I was one of the lousiest. :O In the end I just secretly smuggled into the 1st group by playing their melody. So from that time onwards I was damn afraid that she would find out that I was trying to ACT PRO. And I worked really hard because 1st group's parts were really much harder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vwD_s5llYA/TkIrzKD1V5I/AAAAAAAACKI/rWcCOP1KlY4/s400/tumblr_ksegrhXpjc1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639117841295038354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's amazing and I miss her until now.. T T If I remembered correctly, she left when I was P4, right after SYF just because we got Silver. That was because our WenXin (she's the lead) was suspected to have HFMD. WenXin's guzheng's string broke when we were at the back stage. Everything was in a mess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered her asking me if I wanted to take grades. She even called to ask my dad.. She told me she really hoped that I would take grades because she's confident that I would learn well and fast and she wouldn't ask anyone like this. Hais I miss you 吕老师.. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third teacher only taught for 3 weeks and he left due to some complaints. Ok I disliked him too. He drove a cool car to school and he wore cool clothes and he played cool songs but he was too fierce and sent student out of class when they made mistakes. And awesomely, I was one of those who got sent out of class. I think I purposely played like crap so I could join people outside. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last teacher was the pretty teacher~ She was super pretty and I think 茉莉芬芳 is her master piece or something because she always played that in front of us. Don't pray pray hor, that's a grade 9 piece! I heard negative comments from my classmates after she performed in front of the whole school. -__- They only knew how to appreciate FAST songs because they were COOL and SLOW songs are BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was the teacher that sort of 传授 me her 秘诀 to some skills. She taught me how to create the minimum noise when the nails come in contact with the strings. I remember WenChi's YangQin teacher told me about the nails thing too. And my teacher taught me how to reduce energy needed to play some parts of the song by using some fingers ahem ahem. ^^ It is really an awesome skill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I play GZ, it just remind me of my teachers, especially 吕老师. I just remembered how much she loved us as her own children.. Every time during break time, almost everyone would go either loo or canteen. Janelle and I would stay behind.. Then we would practise with 吕老师. And she always liked to watch we two play because we really had 默契..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6MqzVyShKo/TkIsirtI6gI/AAAAAAAACKc/X8ferJEQyXg/s400/tumblr_ks6eaqQ0N01qzaqqzo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639118657780509186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Janelle, who was always there when I needed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Cen Li, who knew my mistakes better than me, who giggled with me when I made a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Jaslyn, who was the great listener and a great friend that laughed with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Darine, who was so cute when she smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss WenXin, who called before SYF and reminded us and made us all cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Le Yi, who injured her leg and went up the SYF stage with her crutches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all of you. I miss the time I could do something I really liked. I miss the time when I was so passionate about something. I miss the time when I was actually good at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all belong to the past. Let's say it once and forget it for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move on baby. Life's like this&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4968755870510726995?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4968755870510726995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4968755870510726995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_08_07_archive.html#4968755870510726995' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEqXpy8LrTg/TkIsFTYXsJI/AAAAAAAACKU/HdHBI_b5hN0/s72-c/tumblr_kw7nh4ifzI1qzdzcdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7070615252643558543</id><published>2011-08-06T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:26:11.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no blog and I'm using my phone to blog now. It's already 1am babe! It's Georgie's birthday today and I was anticipating but now I want it to come later. Hmm.. I'm 17 already ah!~ Best time of teenage life = 15 - 21 years old. After this GOLDEN period of SIX years... YOU WILL BE AN ADULT AND THUS YOU ARE OLD! So I say... Treasure these years ah hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older = more mature. I must not be so playful and must be more obedient to my parents. I must study real hard and must not grow fat. I'm very fat and URGH SO SIAN! And must treat my friends better and love my bro more. Cannot be so playful and retarded, and must not be too gang and 粗鲁. Eh, I tell you hor, there's someone who said I LOOK very 温柔! Not bad right! 我就说嘛! 干嘛老说我像男人! 我是很温柔的!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok that's lame.. To conclude!! I must really be more thoughtful and grow up! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RONG! AND ALL THOSE WHO HAVE THE SAME BDAY AS ME! (eg. My bro's ex) YOU ALL MUST GROW UP TOO!! LOVES~^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7070615252643558543?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7070615252643558543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7070615252643558543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_07_31_archive.html#7070615252643558543' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4496217420920792826</id><published>2011-06-27T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:00:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwT50iES46Y/Tgh_A686RcI/AAAAAAAACJo/16a7Pdy-B0A/s1600/456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwT50iES46Y/Tgh_A686RcI/AAAAAAAACJo/16a7Pdy-B0A/s400/456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622883788573525442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Yi didn't dance for 3 years because she couldn't accept EunHo's death, but after months of hardwork, she still became the top dancer in her country. After her teacher's death, she couldn't dance again. She failed again and again, accepted those looks people gave her when she started everything from scratch..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay not everybody is successful. The most important thing is that you learn from your mistakes and improve. Yea... Ok done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4496217420920792826?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4496217420920792826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4496217420920792826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_06_26_archive.html#4496217420920792826' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwT50iES46Y/Tgh_A686RcI/AAAAAAAACJo/16a7Pdy-B0A/s72-c/456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8361160879297564924</id><published>2011-06-23T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:01:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hmm. Days are passing SOOOOO quickly that we are gonna say SAYONARA to our June holidays'2011. ): Sad uh? I still left Chinese book, 2 Math tests and 2 worksheet. 3 days to school and I'm still slacking around like I have nothing to do. But really NOTHING TO DO what.. See those homework I feel damn sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OKAY.. Now I'm bored again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's chiong Chinese book by tonight then leave the rest to tomorrow okay okay deal. BYE. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8361160879297564924?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8361160879297564924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8361160879297564924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_06_19_archive.html#8361160879297564924' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2493552249699148636</id><published>2011-06-16T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:24:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9czeotg_ERc/TfnLd_M3XUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/fJt4OXlXoi0/s1600/NOOB.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9czeotg_ERc/TfnLd_M3XUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/fJt4OXlXoi0/s400/NOOB.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618745726163443010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheer up world! Time to smile~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Just think about how long your teenage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; life will be and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;there's no reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;to feel sad over small things!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2493552249699148636?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2493552249699148636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2493552249699148636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_06_12_archive.html#2493552249699148636' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9czeotg_ERc/TfnLd_M3XUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/fJt4OXlXoi0/s72-c/NOOB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-904504855306117078</id><published>2011-06-04T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:58:45.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jezV5q4YSP8/Teo5S40-NLI/AAAAAAAACJI/FmrGE4EwbGI/s1600/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jezV5q4YSP8/Teo5S40-NLI/AAAAAAAACJI/FmrGE4EwbGI/s400/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614362882125739186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG phone, rest in peace. :'( I am gonna miss you forever and no matter what, you will be the BEST and most AWESOME phone I've ever gotten. I love you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time flies. It's gonna be the 8th month in 5 days time. I will continue counting every month. Hahaha, I sound like a fool right? :] It's okay, I had been a fool for so long. However, I've become much stronger after all this. I've learnt to pretend nothing happened, I've learnt to control my anger and my jealousy, I learnt that tears will not solve everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thinking back, I only know how to cry thinking that people will sympathize me. I only thought of crying when I lost my phone. When I had so much left to study for MYE, I just stared at the books and cried. When those stupid Facebook stuff was driving me crazy, I just cry thinking that the pain will go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am someone who thinks TOO MUCH and makes assumption for everything. I just keep imagining things that had happened, might happen etc. I cannot pretend I don't know and I don't care. I DO CARE. And caring about something too much... STUPID. Dumbass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm real angry right now. Umm.. I just got a new phone right. My mum asked me to help her find her book and I told her it will 900% not be in my bookshelf. Then I told her to find it herself because I seriously have NO idea where it is. She said I'm too realistic. If she gives me any benefit I will definitely help her find. And she started all her naggings again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.......... Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She said I'm totally cold-blooded and don't have feeling. Okay fine, I will not argue. What's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I just feel so sad that I don't know what you're talking about yet others all know. I don't want to mention NOT LIKE LAST TIME again, LAST TIME is LAST TIME, NOW is NOW. We are not even FRIENDS. Wow. I am gonna PRETEND I don't know you. And guess what, I only know who you WERE but not who you ARE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wtf I'm really very angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-904504855306117078?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/904504855306117078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/904504855306117078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_05_29_archive.html#904504855306117078' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jezV5q4YSP8/Teo5S40-NLI/AAAAAAAACJI/FmrGE4EwbGI/s72-c/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5201773718910857964</id><published>2011-05-30T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:52:59.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, I think I'm having Asthma now. It's just difficult to breathe and I have to constantly take deep breaths but it's just very uncomfortable. This is horrible. I haven't even touch my Tom Yam noodles till now.. I AM HUNGRY! But angry too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why the more I know you NOW, the more I HATE you. I really hate you man. Really! I didn't expect myself to hate someone this much seriously. You were the most trusted person IN THE PAST but now. No, I'm definitely not upset. I'm very angry. I cried last night thinking about the past, AGAIN for the don't know how many times, and I just fell asleep while crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was concern about you, but I couldn't tell you. I wanted to ask you so much stuff but the questions just faded away as they piled up because I couldn't ask you. I know, I'm not important to you anymore. No, I never was. You never treated me as a good friend as what you told me. Okay I know this has been really long, going to be 7 months soon. But it just kept coming back to me that how much you've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People said you will never change even when people dislike the way you do things. To me, you've changed dramatically. You've changed from a good friend into a stranger. You cared when the littlest thing happened in the past, but now, you won't blink even if I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how GIGANTIC, or whatever word can describe, you've changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be waiting for the day that you will change back to your old self because that day will never come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5201773718910857964?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5201773718910857964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5201773718910857964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_05_29_archive.html#5201773718910857964' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8417041074615651036</id><published>2011-05-28T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:19:25.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I know the tagbox is a bit weird because of the colour.. I don't know how to make the shoutbox transparent ARGH. :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my phone yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8417041074615651036?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8417041074615651036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8417041074615651036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_05_22_archive.html#8417041074615651036' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4506079296889366285</id><published>2011-04-02T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:58:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I am not close to you at all. I freak out when you touch me. I get angry when you try to tickle me. I don't like fooling around with you but I'm okay to play with JingWei. I just hate you trying to get close to me and act friendly with me. I HATE IT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one thing, I can't get close to you AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4506079296889366285?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4506079296889366285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4506079296889366285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_03_27_archive.html#4506079296889366285' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1456331669405358495</id><published>2011-03-31T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:14:56.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>不知从何时开始，我不再放入100%心思去了解一个人，不再100%相信刚认识的人。对每个人，我都建立一个隔膜，无论如何都不会跨过界线。这就是现在的我，不再发长长的短信给谁，不再关心谁在做什么事。对他们，我只会用冷漠对待。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't say I am chatting ABOUT guys every time on MSN with my friends. And there's absoloutely no problem about talking TO guys too. I don't understand what's your problem man. Seriously I don't need those serious talks with your friend. You know I have my stand and I know what I should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's totally ridiculous man. I know it's your job to make me study because it's all for my future. I can assure you I WON'T like anyone out there. Seriously I'm working hard now. I'm not in the mood for relationships or having a crush. Enough means enough. I have things I've planned to do and I must work very hard to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said I NEVER put in effort and using computer for 3h on a FRIDAY night =  ALWAYS USING THE COMPUTER + USE TOO MUCH COMPUTER. This is terrible. Chatting for 1h = ALWAYS CHATTING WITH FRIENDS ABOUT USELESS STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm telling you this. To me, there're really stuffs which are more important than homework. I need to think about how my friends feel and when they are unhappy, I feel that I should step in to help. I can submit late work but I can't ignore fee-lings to do homework. I'm not a mugger like XX. He/She can quarrel with his/her friend because that friend doesn't wanna lend him/her a piece of damn-ed homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This won't happen to me. TYVM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1456331669405358495?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1456331669405358495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1456331669405358495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_03_27_archive.html#1456331669405358495' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4490906958589133808</id><published>2011-03-20T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:59:22.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My 飞鹰征文..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;假如时光可以倒流&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;不知从何时起，身边发生的小小的事都会勾起我的回忆。在路上走着，总会时不时回头。看看走过的路、忽略的风景和身后的人。有些东西，再回头看看，便和当初不一样了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;曾经拥有过的朋友，曾经拥有过的记忆，渐渐淡去。翻开泛黄的日记本，望着自己小时候的笔迹，总会很怀念。回想起从前发生过的事，说久不久，说不久也有许多年了。随着时间的流逝，我已经失去太多太多。落叶是回归吗？年复一年的轮回，记住了一圈圈的年轮，却始终想不起最初的你。你的离开带给我的痛已经感觉不到了，但那个残酷的事实却永远抹不去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;当时的我们都还太小，对感情的事根本就不了解。但是我们还是默默地伤害了对方。或许你永远都不会知道，你的离开对我的打击多么大。因为你已成为一个习惯，学会戒掉你需要好长的时间。最后我还是做到了。做不成朋友，我们依然是最熟悉的陌生人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;记得五年前的那些好朋友，如今已经往各自的梦想去了。独留我一个人在这个记忆的圈子里，永远走不出去。当年的我们一块儿读书、复习作业，每天一起回家。美好的时光转眼过去，短短的五年就让我们的承诺烟消云散。我们说好的，友谊天长地久。如今我们再也不能一起考试，一起努力，一起为同一个理想奋斗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不知从何时起，我们不再为了犯错而哭。似乎那只是属于过去的不成熟。我们有了各自的新生活，新的环境和新的朋友。我们不再因为不联系而感到难过，反而让它成为了一个习惯。闲暇时，我便拿出你们送我的生日卡片，看了一遍又一遍。你们走了，我留不住。但曾经送给我的祝福，我会尽全力保留。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;时间啊时间，你为什么这么无情？为什么一次又一次带走对我来说对珍贵的人？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;小时候的我总是不体谅父母亲，如今他们选择到另一个国家安顿，我才发现有他们在身边的日子才是最幸福的。在他们的翅膀下，我就像个永远长不大的孩子。我可以任性，我可以撒娇，在他们心中我永远是个小孩儿。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不知从何时起，我不再和妈妈说秘密，不再牵着爸爸的手拉他陪我去游乐场。我的生活渐渐变得忙碌，父母亲也开始早出晚归。我不再和他们共用晚餐，我不再和他们一起出门逛街，我不再认为我需要他们的呵护。我长大了，学会了独立，学会了勇敢。多少次跌倒了还是咬紧牙根站起来。我把自己的喜怒哀乐交给了朋友，给父母的只是一个冷冷的表壳。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;有时我想“假如时光可以倒流，我的生活会不会不一样呢？”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;就算时光倒流，事实还是事实。最算回到过去又能改变什么？你会选择留下吗？她们会选择放弃理想留在这里吗？爸爸妈妈会选择继续忙碌的生活吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不可能的。时间带走了我最爱的人，留给我挥之不去的痛苦。但是它教会了我坚强，教会了我勇敢。它告诉我要为了自己的新生活努力，它告诉我必须忘掉过去。它让我认真地去探索那把锁住记忆大门的钥匙，让我明白每个人都要面对时间的流逝。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“如果思念能随时间累积，创造另一个天地，风景一定好美丽。。。”脑海里突然响起林嘉欣的《恋之风景》。一个人看着世界微笑，一个人望着天空流泪。我只能把这分感动默默收在心里最深处，让时间再次将它带走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4490906958589133808?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4490906958589133808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4490906958589133808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_03_20_archive.html#4490906958589133808' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2756007430969274511</id><published>2011-03-13T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:33:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What's love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted with Reyce(my cousin) on the phone for 15 minutes... I realised I miss her so much. Used to complain about her being unreasonable, fierce and stuff. I even hesitated when JingWei passed me the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为了让自己更自然，我说了声:  "YO!" 电话的另一头传来了微弱的: "He-llo?" 我抓紧电话，是那熟悉的声音.. 已经好几个月没听到的声音了. 泪水在眼眶打转，我努力地控制着。不知道从什么时候开始就没听到这个声音了...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当一个人从你的生活中消失，很久以后又再次出现，你一定会回想起所有和他一起的记忆。无论是好是坏，你一定会记得起.. 要是消失了，却不再出现...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0UgpdRHYw8/TXzFjMZOG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/p3vm3xadEo0/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0UgpdRHYw8/TXzFjMZOG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/p3vm3xadEo0/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583554846445673314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2756007430969274511?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2756007430969274511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2756007430969274511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_03_13_archive.html#2756007430969274511' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0UgpdRHYw8/TXzFjMZOG2I/AAAAAAAACI8/p3vm3xadEo0/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6366413976534637796</id><published>2011-03-11T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:35:46.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Mum.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will ever be a mother myself.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are more important for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage seems so impossible for me. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was telling me that she will see if my daughter will grow up to be like me. So noisy, irritating, talkative, not caring and disobedient like me... I told her "it won't happen". She took it as I meant my daughter will not be like me. But I wanted to say... I am not gonna have a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the useless marriage thing doing man? Mum, you complain that you will be happier with another guy instead of Dad. You said you only loved Dad but being with him didn't really give you the things you want, what's love!? You said life with him was hard because your sister told you that teachers and especially ART teachers don't earn a lot and objected to the marriage. You insisted because you LOVE him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's love when you start to regret now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's love when you love each other, get married, but lead an unhappy life from then on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've done so much damage that I don't feel a thing when I see handsome guys.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel shy in front of guys anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo oblivious to the fact that I'm supposed to treat them as guys.&lt;br /&gt;I look away from guys because I'm afraid to fall again.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get up but I will keep trying, regardless of the bruises.&lt;br /&gt;The pain shall remind me of the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6366413976534637796?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6366413976534637796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6366413976534637796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_03_06_archive.html#6366413976534637796' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8323720961271063134</id><published>2011-03-05T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:39:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm supposed to teach my dearest Pipas do tai feng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed from DHSCO. The way they move, I mean people from the same section, it's very different. When someone moves to the left, the other move to the front. The point is... If the whole section sways in the same way, it's totally boring. If you ask me what is TF, Jing will help me answer "it comes with fee-ling" so I'm not able to explain how to go about doing it. But definitely I won't want a standard way of moving to the music. Like for this part, you must sway this side, that part must sway the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want people to sway and quickly change when she realises that she's swaying the different way as the rest. As I said, if you standardise the movement, it'll be so boring. And if you standardise, it's either left or right, that's totally a NO. Yup, that's all bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8323720961271063134?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8323720961271063134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8323720961271063134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html#8323720961271063134' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2851578178658220360</id><published>2011-03-04T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:30:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APJwBdUHiKM/TXDTjiuonYI/AAAAAAAACIs/5h7G0zToZs4/s1600/FxCam_1299232561779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APJwBdUHiKM/TXDTjiuonYI/AAAAAAAACIs/5h7G0zToZs4/s400/FxCam_1299232561779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580192545883331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2851578178658220360?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2851578178658220360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2851578178658220360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html#2851578178658220360' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APJwBdUHiKM/TXDTjiuonYI/AAAAAAAACIs/5h7G0zToZs4/s72-c/FxCam_1299232561779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2208075267762403527</id><published>2011-02-27T12:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:31:36.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Epic conversation with Abelone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYYH7es9Ybw/TWnR8HfYNeI/AAAAAAAACIk/z8WaLojYSvY/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYYH7es9Ybw/TWnR8HfYNeI/AAAAAAAACIk/z8WaLojYSvY/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220444208084450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AliL_h67eFs/TWnR7hbsB0I/AAAAAAAACIc/UFB8CHawi38/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AliL_h67eFs/TWnR7hbsB0I/AAAAAAAACIc/UFB8CHawi38/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220433992058690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rvNgXeQ-aa0/TWnR7qGYQdI/AAAAAAAACIU/3iXCw4TMG6g/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rvNgXeQ-aa0/TWnR7qGYQdI/AAAAAAAACIU/3iXCw4TMG6g/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578220436318601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euHjfZEXIDg/TWnRb45WAJI/AAAAAAAACHs/CSBhuyz2GqU/s400/3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 316px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219890534645906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akolXdfnr-Q/TWnRcPyUnxI/AAAAAAAACH0/DiJw3QBwm7E/s400/4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 340px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219896679210770" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dL_9YjLocvQ/TWnRcIDWxyI/AAAAAAAACH8/R3t7HKblI8E/s400/5.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 337px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219894603171618" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijInFSOZhuo/TWnRcWEI-AI/AAAAAAAACIE/FGrnqmYYVXg/s400/6.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 322px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219898364557314" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55wviav1_pQ/TWnRcc7GBUI/AAAAAAAACIM/BzCFQ04CK8I/s400/7.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 329px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219900205663554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she replied LOL and BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ZJDNSp1QJA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was listening to one of Yann Tiersen's song and saw the link to this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It meant something, important, to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2208075267762403527?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2208075267762403527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2208075267762403527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html#2208075267762403527' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYYH7es9Ybw/TWnR8HfYNeI/AAAAAAAACIk/z8WaLojYSvY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-966912177585075497</id><published>2011-02-27T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:03:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3k1rYD6D9xw/TWkxVyG-nWI/AAAAAAAACHc/oVSM1YriWoM/s400/umbrella%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578043863773125986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's quite awesome. :) And I drank too much today. Milo, KOI, coke, green tea. HORROR. I'm becoming a water bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwDe6IL3w1c/TWkyAWhBykI/AAAAAAAACHk/vz-FAG3RtsU/s400/Capture.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578044595100568130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MUST UPGRADE MY SYSTEM! See those attractive applications... :'( Only available for 2.2. Sobs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-966912177585075497?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/966912177585075497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/966912177585075497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html#966912177585075497' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3k1rYD6D9xw/TWkxVyG-nWI/AAAAAAAACHc/oVSM1YriWoM/s72-c/umbrella%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6436791889480673008</id><published>2011-02-19T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:26:14.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Linkin Park's In the End and it reminded me of P6 because I kept listening to it that time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. In the blink of an eye, I'm already Sec 3. From S.H.E. to Jolin Tsai to Linkin Park to Avril Lavigne to Taylor Swift to Super Junior then now Girls' Generation... I'm still in love with girls' band. :D WHY NOT!? SNSD IS FANTASTIC! LOVE SO NYEO SHI DAE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to type something here yesterday after seeing HIM doing some.. Sigh. Well I walked by the Fengshan Primary way that I saw the new kindergarten being set up. Children were reading out the names of their food aloud. I was moved by the scene. Time really flies, I stress this again yea I know. Last month there was still construction and now kids are studying already. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching my block, I saw something that I was not supposed to see. I was upset by the act because apparently it's... Okay nevermind. I shall write in Chinese next time to make it less obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simei CC is awesome. Feel like going again. I don't understand why, it's not the sympathy I have for them but I just want to 尽一份微薄的力. If I can, I will try my best to help more people when I grow up, when I have the ability to earn money for myself. Perhaps that's also one of the reason I think it's better not to get married because it limits the things I want to do and the places I can go. Not to mention about children... Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that most people are selfish in this world. They earn money for themselves because they worked hard for their success. Somehow I'm wRONG. There're still many kind-hearted souls out there willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. :') I want a world with love, please. :'( Too many unfortunates already, even in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Too sad. I better stop here nights sweeties..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6436791889480673008?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6436791889480673008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6436791889480673008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_13_archive.html#6436791889480673008' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3466003087007636244</id><published>2011-02-15T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:20:05.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screwed Physics test that Mr Tam wanted to kill me. Expected a borderline for Bio too, couldn't finish the essay question. Seriously we shouldn't have essay questions. :'( I feel the stress streaming in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarence: Are we the only class that has essay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bio teacher: Because you all are 3A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wan Rong: TEACHER, YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amath teacher: I assume that you all know, you are 3A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chem teacher: The target Mr Yow set for you all is 80% distinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3A, 3A, 3A. I thought the stress should be given to 3C instead? :( Math's this Friday. I must certainly revise well for it. Same goes to Chinese. And I don't know why people ASSUME that my Chinese is good. I came to Singapore when I was P1! I mean seriously... HOW GOOD CAN YOUR CHINESE BE WHEN YOU WERE A PRIMARY ONE KID!? I need to study for Chinese tests too! You mean you don't need to practise Math questions when you're known to be better at Math?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. People assume that the marks I get for Chinese are purely due to my "PRO-NESS" at Chinese. Eh, I put in hard work too. When they were giving out Chinese compos last year, they were saying "Eh, RongRong got 64 for compo. Actually no big deal la, she's from China." What's up with from China? Damn it, I just hate the 眼光 that they think you get it 輕而易舉-ly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really inspired by the &lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/atozlistings/mdc/home.html"&gt;SAFMDC&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously... THEY'RE AWESOME. Whenever I watch those 大型 concerts I will feel that music is really part of me that I can't live without. Then I will think of the BORING life that I will have if I get a job that is related to the subjects I study... Like those office workers. :( Then I will think if music can be part of my career in future, how great it will be. Hmm if that's the case I will have to give up on my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I will still pursue my dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3466003087007636244?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3466003087007636244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3466003087007636244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_13_archive.html#3466003087007636244' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4667299971510154419</id><published>2011-02-13T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:56:03.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ntb89g48K18" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOW they're good man!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4667299971510154419?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4667299971510154419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4667299971510154419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_13_archive.html#4667299971510154419' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ntb89g48K18/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3775822194104600307</id><published>2011-02-11T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:12:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost fell asleep during Bio today. Thanks Mdm Ho for the sweet because it woke me up instantly. HAHAHA. Among the three sciences, I love Bio the most. Teachers and their teachings play an important role in our interest for the subjects. I used to like Physics because of Ms Tan and I hate Bio because of XLFD. XD Now I love Bio because of Mdm Ho and sort of "sian" by Physics. I don't even feel like doing revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this fee-ling sucks I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy these few weeks that I don't have bloody mood to be haunted by the past. What I am thinking now is "let bygones be bygones, there's no point being reminded of the past." I'm the one keeping the memories but in the end they will just vanish like some childhood life I'd been through. I don't really care how you feel now because, I don't feel anything already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... After school today, I was waiting for bus at that bus stop behind CC. I was using Facebook when an auntie appeared and asked if the bus will enter Bedok Interchange. I told her nope and she was quite worried after confirming with the couple beside me. She thanked us and walked away. After  few minutes, she's back. I was feeling quite sad for hee so I offered to take her to the 222 bus stop near NWJ's house. However, I didn't wanna 晒黑 that's why I wanted to take bus.. In the end I walked home. Miraculously, throughout the journey home, there was only a few seconds of 强烈的阳光.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实上天对每个人都是公平的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3775822194104600307?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3775822194104600307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3775822194104600307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_06_archive.html#3775822194104600307' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4724396350076800265</id><published>2011-02-07T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:21:10.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I only post through phone cuz really no time to use com. I just make use of the time that I take to fall asleep to post yup. :) Today.. It should be a happy day but it's ruined OMG yea. I visited my aunt living in SengKang with my neighbour and her baby daughter. She's really cute, in fact at such a young age, she is already very pretty. Pretty is an underestimation, she's beautiful. I had my lunch with them and my aunt's family. My aunt is an awesome cook!! :) I don't really like eating at people's house because it's weird but this aunt of mine, I treat her house like mine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have the time to recall those hurtful memories. I'm busy with school work. Perhaps it's a good way to help me forget. Not only forget the past, but you and everything that concerns you. Even your friends. I will forget your name one day like what you will do with mine. The feeling of trying to figure out who this person is but don't remember that this person was once so important to me... It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nights. Happy birthday YingNa, I love you!, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4724396350076800265?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4724396350076800265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4724396350076800265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_02_06_archive.html#4724396350076800265' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7365597789328726181</id><published>2011-02-05T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T02:22:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things are just "happened to" happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QQ Music player always give recommendations when I signed in. I used to ignore but there's this time I saw the picture that goes with the title quite interesting, so I added that piece of music into my music player. I continued my SNSD songs and only HAPPENED TO listen to that song after that. From that day onwards, if I ever turned on QQ music player, that song would be the 5th in the list. And the title of the song is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air On the G String.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was surprised when Mu Cheng played it when she was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait, I don't HAPPENED TO like Canon in D. I like it for some special reasons. It was once so important to me that I listened to it at least 10 times a day. Now... I do it every night before I go to sleep. Not that frequent anymore, but it won't fade away. Everybody has something that has special meanings to them. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7365597789328726181?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7365597789328726181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7365597789328726181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#7365597789328726181' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4724002934269018621</id><published>2011-02-04T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:33.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;从那遥远海边，慢慢消失的你，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;本来模糊的脸，竟然渐渐清晰，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;想要说些什么，又不知从何说起&lt;/b&gt;，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;只有把它放在心底&lt;/i&gt;。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;茫然走在海边，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;看那潮来潮去，徒劳无功想把，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;每朵浪花记清，想要说声爱你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;却被吹散在风里，猛然回头你在哪里？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;如果大海能够唤回曾经的爱，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;就让我用一生等待，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;如果深情往事你已不在留恋，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;就让他随风飘远。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;如果大海能够带走我的哀愁，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;就象带走每条河流，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;所有受过的伤，所有流过的泪，&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;我的爱，请全部带走。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUreaS6YLyI/AAAAAAAACHU/ti_ni0viZJM/s400/photography%252Crain%252Cumbrella%252Cgif%252Cgirl-7e93cdbb82cd8f9b0f77ef5499bfda64_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569508432531697442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I need at least 3 more months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; to get rid of those memories completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34785020-4724002934269018621?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4724002934269018621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4724002934269018621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#4724002934269018621' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUreaS6YLyI/AAAAAAAACHU/ti_ni0viZJM/s72-c/photography%252Crain%252Cumbrella%252Cgif%252Cgirl-7e93cdbb82cd8f9b0f77ef5499bfda64_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8605685478640683126</id><published>2011-02-03T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:28:47.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the 1000 messages. It's the first time and I'm glad that I didn't have any special fee-ling as I read them one by one. I really scrolled to the bottom of the page and started from the first message. :D I laughed at some messages and was wondering what happened to me when there are angry replies. I'm sorry. I think sometimes I'm really very harsh at my words. I said I hate you. I purposely dao you to see if you panick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childish acts to see if you cared. Hmm. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I feel sad, I will just call your name. Sometimes I look up to the sky and ask if you're alright. Hmm I'm just so stupid. :) That's GEORGIE, a dumb GEORGIE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8605685478640683126?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8605685478640683126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8605685478640683126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#8605685478640683126' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-939015599180435875</id><published>2011-02-03T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:23:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yay. Mum gave me 压岁钱 and now I start to regret that I didn't get the ribbon ring from White Sands. DAMN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhi Jia and WenJing's recommendation. ARGH NOW I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="500" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fSQwCK_8VSM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tag replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table id="mt" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%" class="hbtbl" style="text-align: center;table-layout: fixed; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="140"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; color: rgb(114, 111, 109); "&gt;&lt;span class="nme pn_std"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;gab&lt; b=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;: dont copy cat me , i am saying u =o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WOH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/gab&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="139"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; color: rgb(163, 138, 108); background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2" style="color: rgb(92, 66, 55); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="nme pn_std" style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;gabriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;: i also agree with the second paragraph HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Good. You're a guy and you agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="138"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(114, 111, 109); "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt" style="color: rgb(163, 138, 108); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="nme pn_std"&gt;jing&lt;/b&gt;: dont even c himself got how many percent !!! &lt;img src="http://i568.photobucket.com/albums/ss126/prong2/yawn.gif" border="0" alt="zzz" /&gt; so ugly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="137"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(163, 138, 108); background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2" style="color: rgb(92, 66, 55); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="nme pn_std"&gt;jing&lt;/b&gt;: stupid freak , lost interest liao than dont even borther u , flirt thn find new girls wth !!!zz==&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="136"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; color: rgb(114, 111, 109); "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt" style="color: rgb(163, 138, 108); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="nme pn_std" style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;jing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;: woah i am so agree with ur 2nd paragraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Y) TOTALLY ZAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="135"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2" style="font-family: Ebrima, sans-serif; color: rgb(163, 138, 108); background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2" style="color: rgb(92, 66, 55); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="nme pn_std" style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;gabriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;: some guys don't even like talking to girls. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like CK in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-939015599180435875?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/939015599180435875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/939015599180435875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#939015599180435875' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fSQwCK_8VSM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-115468051853972015</id><published>2011-02-02T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:28:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't say I'm petty.&lt;br /&gt;Jing said if she did it once and that's your response, she will not do it the second time. I did it once to Yu Jie's senior well there wasn't a second. For you, thrice. I always believe you worth it. It's okay because after all I was the over-enthusiastic one. I'm sorry but I don't have the courage to do it again. Although I find it hard to just walk away like this... Well, you won't care. Don't say I'm your friend, I don't fit to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are of the same pattern. They get close to you, treat you like a very good friend, then leave once they lose interest in you. They stop bothering you and find another new girl and the cycle repeats. It takes a while to notice how selfish guys are and they just don't care about people's feelings. Don't get misunderstood, I'm not referring to one particular person. Actually DYK is okay, at least when you speak to him after a long time, he will still be as friendly and kiddish(is there such word!?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost faith in too many people that slowly I'm making up my mind about many things. I've changed many views I had for life and now I understand love =/= relationship =/= marriage. As what Jing's friend WangMin posted as her status: You will be happy if you feel the love in your heart. If you want me to choose between my own happiness and many people's happiness, I will definitely sacrifice mine. I know I'm dumb and crazy but it's a fact that nothing lasts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;源于舞台,终于舞台. It started on the stage, it will end on the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-115468051853972015?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/115468051853972015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/115468051853972015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#115468051853972015' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5101315151432853983</id><published>2011-01-31T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:49:01.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我只能说...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人就是有缘无分.&lt;br /&gt;又怎能怨天忧人呢..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5101315151432853983?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5101315151432853983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5101315151432853983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#5101315151432853983' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7208491676632697914</id><published>2011-01-30T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:58:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"我爱他跌跌撞撞到绝望&lt;br /&gt;我的心深深伤过却不会忘"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I was SO HIGH and crazy that I have no worries and was enjoying my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始就是个错误.&lt;br /&gt;遇见你就是个错误.&lt;br /&gt;原本无忧无虑的生活,&lt;br /&gt;原本不在意他人眼光的我...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;变了... 都不一样了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑容好假. 是为了笑而笑.&lt;br /&gt;泪水也假, 是为了哭而哭.&lt;br /&gt;整个人就是假的,,&lt;br /&gt;因为我不再是从前的我.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最怕孤单的我, 现在却习惯一个人.&lt;br /&gt;从前只要五分钟没人陪, 就会开始发短信烦人.&lt;br /&gt;这就是我, 从前的我.&lt;br /&gt;现在, 一个人出门逛街, 做自己喜欢的事.&lt;br /&gt;一个人的时候, 总会有很多东西让你思考.&lt;br /&gt;因此很多时候我宁愿走路也不乘车.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢一个人搭巴士.&lt;br /&gt;特别是那种很久很久才到站, 又不多乘客的巴士.&lt;br /&gt;看着窗外的风景, 多多少少有些感触.&lt;br /&gt;从不开口的小贩叔叔, 在我对他展现笑容后,&lt;br /&gt;亲切地用闽南语说了句"多谢".&lt;br /&gt;我当时很感动.&lt;br /&gt;之后的半个小时, 那两个字都还在脑海里徘徊...&lt;br /&gt;到附近的奶茶店, 那位阿姨一看到我就问我:&lt;br /&gt;"很久没有看到你了小妹."&lt;br /&gt;我笑了笑, 点了我要的奶茶.&lt;br /&gt;阿姨看着我, 说: "你喔, 你的笑容好美."&lt;br /&gt;我吓了一跳, 她在说我吗?&lt;br /&gt;于是转过头去看后面有没有其他女生..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前的我, 觉得什么都好笑.&lt;br /&gt;妈妈总是说:"你为什么不美, 就是因为很少笑."&lt;br /&gt;笑容...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在哪里?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7208491676632697914?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7208491676632697914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7208491676632697914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#7208491676632697914' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7243668226807620950</id><published>2011-01-28T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:07:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUKY1jkF2zI/AAAAAAAACHE/8DaKMONRgSQ/s1600/HeeSica__15032010204033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUKY1jkF2zI/AAAAAAAACHE/8DaKMONRgSQ/s400/HeeSica__15032010204033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567180135230462770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heechul is currently in Singapore. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;肚子好饿. 不要告诉我骂人和流眼泪会消耗体力...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought I can be stRONG in front of my friends because I know they love me.. Sigh. Perhaps talking about grandparents is quite personal that's why I seldom mention about my grandparents. Yes, I miss my grandpa so much. Maybe it's due to some regret GOSH IT'S DEPRESSING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, I couldn't control the bloody tears that came right after I talked about my grandpa. It's just... Uncontrollable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to stay cheerful when you're around because I don't want you to sympathize me. No, you won't... I remember begging you not to delete &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt; because it's the start of everything. It's a promise that we made and we were going to fulfill it when it's gone just like that. I realised I don't mean anything to you although XX said how much I meant to you is more than how much he/she is to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the first day of EOY, you woke up early to wish me luck. You said you woke up early even though you didn't have exam that day. I believed it then. Thinking back now, is it really because of me? That was the time you wake up everyday during weekends. No, I will still believe what you said. Thanks for reminding me, I'm just this stupid and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I used to say you're a huge liar, I always believe in everything you said. And will believe whatever you say now. I don't wanna browse through the conversations because all of them just create tears. You won't understand how it feels like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7243668226807620950?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7243668226807620950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7243668226807620950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#7243668226807620950' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUKY1jkF2zI/AAAAAAAACHE/8DaKMONRgSQ/s72-c/HeeSica__15032010204033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6850896652270632469</id><published>2011-01-26T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:35:06.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN'T BREATHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I hope you get my message, once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUAp081NTDI/AAAAAAAACG8/i4Dw4DtWLCI/s1600/111545577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUAp081NTDI/AAAAAAAACG8/i4Dw4DtWLCI/s400/111545577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566495129089166386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have MY things to do. I'm busy with homework everyday. I have to do revision everyday. Do you think I'm THATTT free that I have the time to the LAME things you told me to do? My life's miserable, yes it is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy things do happen. Yes. Like... 螞蟻牙黑? Hahaha, Jing sweetheart, please cheer up. I love you. :'( When I see you cry, I want to cry too. It's all my fault...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6850896652270632469?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6850896652270632469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6850896652270632469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#6850896652270632469' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TUAp081NTDI/AAAAAAAACG8/i4Dw4DtWLCI/s72-c/111545577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-311699854682572189</id><published>2011-01-24T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:58:31.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I fell down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's real PAINFUL. Just applied the Proflavine Lotion(that's what it says on the bottle) on my right knee and don't feel doing the same for my left cuz it's hurt a lot. I can feel the pain in my bone OMG. Now it hurts as much as it did when I returned to the classroom after the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel sleepy again. Damn it. I'm supposed to do the Geog blog and Amath... GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-311699854682572189?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/311699854682572189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/311699854682572189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#311699854682572189' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3214858200244682708</id><published>2011-01-23T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:17:34.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvvwGW7C7I/AAAAAAAACGU/wppSPOJ_vMY/s1600/Treble%2BClef%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvvwGW7C7I/AAAAAAAACGU/wppSPOJ_vMY/s400/Treble%2BClef%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565305374165896114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm in love with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;下一站&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;• 幸福.           If you notice, it's not a dot " • " in between. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;Too bad I can't find a symbol for 八分休止符...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;I don't know if it's a right decision, because the more you elaborate, the more I feel it's wRONG. I shouldn't feel this way but I do. I need people's opinions urgently, but who am I gonna turn to? You used to be the one, but when I tried to tell you about it... You only show 1% interest. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3214858200244682708?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3214858200244682708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3214858200244682708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#3214858200244682708' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvvwGW7C7I/AAAAAAAACGU/wppSPOJ_vMY/s72-c/Treble%2BClef%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6654675110159854216</id><published>2011-01-23T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:43:33.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvM5Db8YLI/AAAAAAAACFE/Bc10ItT7x1c/s1600/979531_305658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvM5Db8YLI/AAAAAAAACFE/Bc10ItT7x1c/s400/979531_305658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565267045093499058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;慕澄的離開讓我感受到，要忘記不能忘記的人或事物是很辛苦和痛苦的. :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6654675110159854216?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6654675110159854216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6654675110159854216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#6654675110159854216' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTvM5Db8YLI/AAAAAAAACFE/Bc10ItT7x1c/s72-c/979531_305658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4756024713625656394</id><published>2011-01-22T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:22:51.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTpM214egSI/AAAAAAAACE0/kLFaQS4MRVk/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTpM214egSI/AAAAAAAACE0/kLFaQS4MRVk/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564844794630275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="style1" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; color: rgb(64, 75, 93); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;有些人的人生，是直達車&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;有些人卻是慢車，中間總要經過許多站，經歷許多人…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style1" style="line-height: 22px; color: rgb(64, 75, 93); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;有人總是下錯站，坐過頭，不是錯失了窗外風景，就是錯過了身旁的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;沒有人知道，能陪自己坐到終點站的人，究竟會是誰….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4756024713625656394?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4756024713625656394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4756024713625656394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_16_archive.html#4756024713625656394' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTpM214egSI/AAAAAAAACE0/kLFaQS4MRVk/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5692684649315724322</id><published>2011-01-19T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:54:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey sweeties, thanks for all your tags aww love you all~ Umm I am supposed to sleep now but I feel like trying out Blogger on phone since that Wenchi said she posts through phone. Okay nights, sweet dreams!^^ I better go to sleep before my phone gets confiscated again hahaha. SARANGHEHYO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5692684649315724322?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5692684649315724322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5692684649315724322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_16_archive.html#5692684649315724322' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3556808171093787282</id><published>2011-01-18T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:26:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTV_S285VnI/AAAAAAAACEY/JvqQ_yLN_PM/s1600/IMG20101219_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTV_S285VnI/AAAAAAAACEY/JvqQ_yLN_PM/s400/IMG20101219_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563492876651419250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm umm umm! Wanna see my cutest Piglet!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wenchi that failure didn't see it when she visited me last CNY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAIL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo my evil bro took when he spotted it doing 倒立. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute right? AWW~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTV_SiCd1sI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Qm408mJyU7c/s1600/HK2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTV_SiCd1sI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Qm408mJyU7c/s400/HK2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563492871037638338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Hello Kitty watch is damn cute OMGOMGOMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaime you must be really happy right? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is Singapore gonna snow soon? Seriously it is freezing cold. :( I don't feel like getting out of bed every morning and I will just wrap myself with the blanket and sit there. I close all the windows and the door. YET IT IS STILL SO COLD. It didn't rain the whole day today, but it's still bloody cold now. Cold is better hot anyway, well... : ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike WBD man. I don't understand what's wRONG with her. She referred "中國學生" as "那些中國人". Seriously... :@ When many teachers that taught me ask me who my FT is, I reply with your name and their expressions will be awesome. Some say "CONGRATULATIONS!" in sarcastic tone, some pity me. However, they mean the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are underestimating CHINA people. I don't answer questions because I don't know, and don't feel like even if I know sometimes. Don't assume that I don't dare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't call me A1, I have a name. TYVM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. PEOPLE WHO VISITED PLEASE TAG IF NOT I WON'T KNOW WHO HAS READ MY POST. AND IF NO ONE READS THEN I POST FOR WHAT?! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/34785020-3556808171093787282?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3556808171093787282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3556808171093787282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_16_archive.html#3556808171093787282' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTV_S285VnI/AAAAAAAACEY/JvqQ_yLN_PM/s72-c/IMG20101219_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1598343480782535101</id><published>2011-01-18T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:50:12.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTVspm0ERZI/AAAAAAAACEI/rQbxfPPZsmg/s1600/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTVspm0ERZI/AAAAAAAACEI/rQbxfPPZsmg/s400/pic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563472376735483282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand why, but the feeling is fading away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told you being busy and tired is the best way to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I proved that it works. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34785020-1598343480782535101?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1598343480782535101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1598343480782535101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_16_archive.html#1598343480782535101' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTVspm0ERZI/AAAAAAAACEI/rQbxfPPZsmg/s72-c/pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1019720221208093623</id><published>2011-01-16T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:02:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. It's regarding the bloody iPhone again. Seriously I don't give a damn about getting it man. :O When Dad said he's giving it to you, you wanted to give it to me. Fine, I'm okay with anything. After you fell in love with the games in the phone, you said you would like to keep it for yourself. Yea, you're the 長輩, I respect your decision. So I took your phone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you did not know how to use many of the phone's functions, you wanted your phone back. But you were unsure if you wanted to give the phone to me. That day you saw me using your phone and doing fine with it, you said you missed your phone because you preferred Nokia. I was amazed because obviously Apple beats Nokia. You asked if I could exchange with you. I said "ANYTHING." But you didn't give me a reply... Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I asked you if you really wanted your phone back. You said you didn't feel like giving up the iPhone. =  = Seriously, what's the problem with you man. Okay, take it I didn't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day we went to Orchard for new year clothes. When we were having dinner. Jingwei(my bro la) asked you if you could exchange with him. The deal was him taking iPhone, you taking back your Nokia while I would have his LG. I was thinking you would say NO because after all his PSLE result wasn't up to expectation. You were grinning so widely and replying a YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did feel a bit disappointed. I asked a few times and you kept saying NO. Thinking his LG is new, I agreed to it. On the way back home, I asked you in a serious tone, "What's the reason for a NO when I asked last time?" You said I was questioning you. Do I have to fake a smile everytime when I don't want you to know how I really feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that you took back your words, everything went to back to the beginning, no exchange was done. Anything, I wasn't in the mood to argue with you because it's pointless. This morning, you asked for an exchange again. This time, a "lucky draw". JingWei won the Scissors-Paper-Stone so he picked the pingpong ball from the container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, he picked the white one, which represented iPhone. You said now it's fair. I could tell how happy you were when it was giving to him. No matter how many times I asked you, you just disagreed. When he felt unhappy after you said you were giving to me, you didn't want to give me anymore. Seriously who do you think deserves more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to cry when I sleep if I feel that you're biased. Don't worry, I won't again. I'm strong enough to face whatever decision you make. He shared opinions of girls in his class photo with you, he shared names of his crush with you. You never know anyone I liked. You weren't there with me when I faced problems. I fell down again and again, yet you knew NOTHING about it. My friends were the ones there with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me you like someone like Benjamin Ban. Do you even know who I truly like? Do you even know I'm not close to Ben Ban at all? When it first started, you didn't detect the change in me. When it ended, you knew nothing at all. Is it I was pro at acting and pretending nothing happened? Or you just didn't care about my emotions at all? Sometimes when I smile, can you even tell I am swallowing tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1019720221208093623?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1019720221208093623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1019720221208093623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_16_archive.html#1019720221208093623' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5387844760909924229</id><published>2011-01-15T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:37:13.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTGcU-rAhTI/AAAAAAAACD0/Y55DQ4vhj8A/s1600/TK%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTGcU-rAhTI/AAAAAAAACD0/Y55DQ4vhj8A/s400/TK%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562398899013977394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTGcU-rAhTI/AAAAAAAACD0/Y55DQ4vhj8A/s1600/TK%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screenshot of You're Beautiful. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;《会呼吸的痛》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;      在东京铁塔 第一次眺望&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　看灯火模仿 坠落的星光&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我终于到达 但却更悲伤&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　一个人完成 我們的夢想&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　你总说 时间还很多 你可以等我&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　以前我不懂得 未必明天 就有以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　想念是会呼吸的痛 它活在我身上所有角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　哼你爱的歌会痛 看你的信会痛 连沉默也痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　遗憾是会呼吸的痛 它流在血液中来回滚动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　后悔不贴心会痛 恨不懂你会痛 想见不能见最痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　没看你脸上 张扬过哀伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　那是种多么 寂寞的倔强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　你拆了城墙 让我去流浪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　在原地等我 把自己捆绑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　你没说 你也会软弱 需要依赖我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　我就装不晓得 自由移动 自我地过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Verse 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　我发誓不再说谎了 多爱你就会抱你多紧的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　我的微笑都假了 灵魂像飘浮着 你在就好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　我发誓不让你等候 陪你做想做的无论什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　我越来越像贝壳 怕心被人触碰 你回來那就好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="height: 14px; line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;　　能重来那就好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;《会呼吸的痛》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;姚若龙，宇恒创作。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;原本在一起的一对十分相爱的恋人，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;那个女生却不会和自己的男生说“我爱你”总是骗他自己不爱，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;其实，她对他的爱已经超过了全世界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;那个男生总是说我可以等，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;但是，等到的总是一次又一次的失望，伤心，绝望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;最后，他选择了放弃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;因为，他认为这是他自己一个人的爱，他以为，得不到结果。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;所以，他说“长痛不如短痛，我离开吧”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;最后，那个女生终于知道自己错了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;可是，那个男生确是真的回不来了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVr_cM_d55I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;The third time I'm posting this song here. :] This MV gave me inspiration for my essay in Sec 1. And my Sec 2 Chinese teacher said she marked it and she almost cried. Umm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; "&gt; Some things cannot be expressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;through words, we should let music and lyrics speak for us. :)&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/34785020-5387844760909924229?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5387844760909924229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5387844760909924229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_09_archive.html#5387844760909924229' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TTGcU-rAhTI/AAAAAAAACD0/Y55DQ4vhj8A/s72-c/TK%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4709584341233355312</id><published>2011-01-13T19:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:10:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TS7fLfzKrEI/AAAAAAAACDs/nnbED_dqB7U/s1600/afenh0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TS7fLfzKrEI/AAAAAAAACDs/nnbED_dqB7U/s400/afenh0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561627978456804418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sica Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sica was the first one in SNSD that I remember the face and voice. So I assume she's my favourite in SNSD, even though I love them all. :D WenHui that evil referred Hyoyeon as the ugliest in SNSD, I tell you 她迟早被我打... Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Watching You're Beautiful now. Gonna do Bio SG later. : ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;P.S. Damn it, now I like Bio.. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;[Edited] ShinYu is too poor thing, if Minam took ONE bloody step forward before the call from Taekyung, she would be SO bloody touched.. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my Gold Gold Airline^^ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMSY-UcQgQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/jMSY-UcQgQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite version of Tell Me Your Wish live.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LMSV8Ncqq4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/9LMSV8Ncqq4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lxt1gAVZYds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/Lxt1gAVZYds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy Wish. In their Hoot album too. :D &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/34785020-4709584341233355312?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4709584341233355312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4709584341233355312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_09_archive.html#4709584341233355312' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TS7fLfzKrEI/AAAAAAAACDs/nnbED_dqB7U/s72-c/afenh0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3059390792314361570</id><published>2011-01-10T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:27:38.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsdVy0D2FI/AAAAAAAACDk/OQI4y0OJRAE/s1600/MUSIC.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsdVy0D2FI/AAAAAAAACDk/OQI4y0OJRAE/s400/MUSIC.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570425173596242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image Source { &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/-photographyxo.tumblr.com"&gt;Photographyxo&lt;/a&gt; }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;要是当初更了解你...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;我们或许还是最熟悉的陌生人.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;以前总觉得一切都是你的错. 慢慢地，我尝试站在你的角度作出决定. 其实你比我更理智，更成熟. 我太幼稚了... 是我不够冷静，是我太坦率，是我太执着. 一切的变化问题终究是在我身上. 《牵手》里有几句歌词是这样的, 何生在assembly的时候有讲过:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;因为路过你的路 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;因为苦过你的苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;所以快乐着你的快乐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;追逐着你的追逐 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;因为誓言不敢听 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;因为承诺不敢信&lt;br /&gt;所以放心着你的沉默  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;去说服明天的命运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;有许多话想告诉你，像以前一样把你当作最信任的朋友. 因为你，好多事我不敢做，好多事我逼我自己不在去想. 当别人提到你的时候，我会莫名的感到烦厌. 我不敢按 Inbox 的 "Earlier Messages", 我不要翻阅回忆. 因为它们太美好...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3059390792314361570?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3059390792314361570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3059390792314361570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_09_archive.html#3059390792314361570' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsdVy0D2FI/AAAAAAAACDk/OQI4y0OJRAE/s72-c/MUSIC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-65573496706864398</id><published>2011-01-10T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:32:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsClgzl6JI/AAAAAAAACDc/-aZcOy7OgsA/s1600/GRASS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsClgzl6JI/AAAAAAAACDc/-aZcOy7OgsA/s400/GRASS.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560541008403753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;有的时候，我希望我可以在黄澄澄的稻田里行走. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;让轻风带起我的头发，让它们在田野里飘扬。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;就算一个人，我一定会想着你在做什么。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsClf1lROI/AAAAAAAACDU/22SxPnumlEI/s1600/Rainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsClf1lROI/AAAAAAAACDU/22SxPnumlEI/s400/Rainbow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560541008143664354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;每个人的生活中都有起起落落。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;雨过天晴，我希望能看到彩虹。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;在另一端的你，是否和我同时眺望同一个彩虹？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsBkfiTW4I/AAAAAAAACDM/4XpuIRwJBTk/s1600/CM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsBkfiTW4I/AAAAAAAACDM/4XpuIRwJBTk/s400/CM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560539891371301762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can be as ignorant as Cookie Monster. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Cookie Monster and Elmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still remember the Elmo lying on Nicholas' bed hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image Source { -photographyxo.tumblr.com }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quoted from &lt;a href="http://hehehejaimee.tumblr.com/"&gt;Jaime's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ate some food and went off to return the bikes. On the way, couple of things happen. Rong and Zhijia was riding the double bike, rong being at the front, tried to adjust her bag that’s hanging on her shoulders but in the end, lose control and they rammed into the bushes. HAHAHAHAH. Super epic!! Was laughing like mad. SO BAD! HAHAHA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I love thinking about the past because it brings me tears and joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I miss the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS. I am gonna watch You're Beautiful because Taekyung's my sunshine. :']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-65573496706864398?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/65573496706864398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/65573496706864398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_09_archive.html#65573496706864398' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSsClgzl6JI/AAAAAAAACDc/-aZcOy7OgsA/s72-c/GRASS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3239295122100193004</id><published>2011-01-09T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:22:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSmMDzEE_oI/AAAAAAAACDE/PjuDp5oH3L4/s1600/466736_1283346294051_260_311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSmMDzEE_oI/AAAAAAAACDE/PjuDp5oH3L4/s400/466736_1283346294051_260_311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560129211840396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/quiz/466000/466736_1283346294051_260_311.jpg"&gt;Fanpop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never fail to cheer me up, Tae Kyung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna post something later. Stay tuned. =  =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3239295122100193004?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3239295122100193004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3239295122100193004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_09_archive.html#3239295122100193004' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSmMDzEE_oI/AAAAAAAACDE/PjuDp5oH3L4/s72-c/466736_1283346294051_260_311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2668064521024425588</id><published>2011-01-08T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:00:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TShn0FbafUI/AAAAAAAACC0/ky1OcAMVlxI/s1600/wgpro-sunmi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TShn0FbafUI/AAAAAAAACC0/ky1OcAMVlxI/s400/wgpro-sunmi01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559807884496895298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunmi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She left Wonder Girls for her studies. :( She's my favourite in WG.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TShbSRrtAEI/AAAAAAAACCs/J21LaXOk16k/s1600/167216_493125618705_635818705_5859092_98646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TShbSRrtAEI/AAAAAAAACCs/J21LaXOk16k/s400/167216_493125618705_635818705_5859092_98646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559794109531357250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=493125618705&amp;amp;set=t.720548125"&gt;HuiWen's senior&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; If you wanna leave, just leave FOREVER. I really don't know what I should do to make you happy... Do I have to change to someone that you like? Am I silly enough to sacrifice everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2668064521024425588?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2668064521024425588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2668064521024425588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_02_archive.html#2668064521024425588' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TShn0FbafUI/AAAAAAAACC0/ky1OcAMVlxI/s72-c/wgpro-sunmi01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6372945563154478742</id><published>2011-01-06T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:43:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSWJtDKvjvI/AAAAAAAACCc/ND2cOBRcj4c/s1600/jessicajung.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSWJtDKvjvI/AAAAAAAACCc/ND2cOBRcj4c/s400/jessicajung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559000722096230130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Jessica Princess. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Math was fun but the lesson ended so quickly, just as what MATH lessons always do. :| I'm feeling sleepy, sorry, it's BLOODY sleepy now. :( JinJing that person is probably having her piano lesson now. She must be BLOODY remembering how to play Beethoven Virus. Oi Jing if you are reading this post now, PLEASE BLOODY MEMORISE YOUR SCORE, don't BLOODY forget when you see ME hor. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Going to sleep for 30 min then wake up to figure out how to do the BLOODY Math homework. :D Bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS. Still frustrating over the iPhone ending up in my mum's hands.. : {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well speaking of this, I have something to say. My dad was saying he wanna get iPhone4 so I was really excited and he asked me about the phone specification cuz I've checked out the details. I was telling him about the high resolution of the phone and you can play videos with awesome quality. His reply was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"I don't need a phone that can play HQ videos, just a phone that can call, sms and check emails."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;OMG. I believe almost EVERY phone nowadays allow you to go internet man. What's the bloody use of iPhone FOUR when you're just gonna CALL, SMS and CHECK MAILS?!!? My mum is keeping the 3GS for herself because she likes the games. Gosh. What's wRONG man. My dad said,"No matter how much you know about iPhone, how you use the functions of it, I just DON'T WANNA let you have one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You see, iPhone4's an improvement of 3GS. You buy it because... Maybe you wanna have a longer standby time, or you want&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt; the Retina display or you want HD video recording etc! You don't need it when you're not gonna use those functions! He said,"You want it, you know most of its functions, you CAN'T have it. I don't really know all the functions, but too bad I CAN have it. That's the difference."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "  &gt;Oh dear, seriously I have to be thankful for what I've got. Shouldn't get so upset about one BLOODY iPhone. Okay, think positive, iPhones are not good.. They are not good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6372945563154478742?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6372945563154478742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6372945563154478742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_02_archive.html#6372945563154478742' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSWJtDKvjvI/AAAAAAAACCc/ND2cOBRcj4c/s72-c/jessicajung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6117278596270047490</id><published>2011-01-05T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:02:50.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSRdh4V4rPI/AAAAAAAACCU/anv3fmIrbKg/s1600/snsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSRdh4V4rPI/AAAAAAAACCU/anv3fmIrbKg/s400/snsd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558670676723281138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); "&gt;소 녀 시 대&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today we changed our seating arrangement. I will be sitting with Yean Woon for 6 months with JinJing on my right. Hohoho Jing will be sitting with Ho Lee. Well Ho Lee's name can be 3 surnames - Wong Ho Lee. : D I think I can remember everybody's names by now. Yay. Break my sec 2 record which was one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Wenchi for charging my battery! But sigh, it didn't get repaired because the phone is spoiled. :( Dad's getting iPhone4 tomorrow and Mum will be taking his old 3GS. She PROMISED to give it to me a month ago cuz she likeD her old phone but now she took back her words because my dad borrowed(he always locks his phone to prevent us from playing it) her and now she's in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum said she HATES people who breaks promises and she is doing it herself. I told her about her promise but she told me "well, I don't think you can take care of it." Oh fine. It's an OLD phone already anyway. I can get a NEW one this May. 5 months of NOKIA phone... How am I gonna survive? I detests Nokia's camera totally, and its speakers. So much worse than SonyE's. Sony Ericsson's design and functions are AWESOME man, just that its quality. SE definitely owns Nokia except for the lifetime of the phones. Nokia phones never dies even if you drop it 100 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay school's gonna be fun. :) I just hate WBD that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I suddenly thought of HWP's umbrella. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6117278596270047490?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6117278596270047490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6117278596270047490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_02_archive.html#6117278596270047490' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSRdh4V4rPI/AAAAAAAACCU/anv3fmIrbKg/s72-c/snsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1434129257497918811</id><published>2011-01-04T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:32:33.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSMuTuR5lwI/AAAAAAAACCI/hYNSZzRFGpU/s400/2.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558337281480824578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well the first day of school... I was smiling while walking to school this morning because I was damn excited. Talks for the whole day = BORING. Sit until my legs were gonna cramped. Seriously, I miss Dr Boon. When she was around, I didn't really see the good points in her. Now she's gone, sigh, I started missing her. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CCA was tiring. I mean, after a whole day of boring talks, my "glucose level" (quoted from JinJing) was as low as 2%. When I was on the way to canteen after school, I was totally in the sleeping mood. I realised my English is getting weird-er if I continue to speak like that, with the LA, LO, LEH, EH at the end of my sentences. I have to start reading my Kitchen God's Wife now.. Not forgetting 神雕侠侣. ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New class is okay. I didn't say I LOVE it nor I HATE IT. Just okay. I wasn't in the mood to socialize today, no idea why. Perhaps I was too excited in the morning and disappointed by who my subject teachers are. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna change the blogskin to Blogger powered skins. Seriously skins by Blogskins fail, terribly. I don't really mind the common design. I just need it to be NEAT, at least. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was walking home today, it was thanks to the music that kept me awake, if not I was really going to sleep(or faint). Yes, it's only the FIRST day. 蓉蓉，鼓起勇气面对每一天!~ Okay oyasumi!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1434129257497918811?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1434129257497918811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1434129257497918811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2011_01_02_archive.html#1434129257497918811' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TSMuTuR5lwI/AAAAAAAACCI/hYNSZzRFGpU/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6961589073033981351</id><published>2011-01-01T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:32:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish you can just shut the f up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6961589073033981351?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6961589073033981351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6961589073033981351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_26_archive.html#6961589073033981351' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2189727188311801753</id><published>2010-12-30T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:55:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;谢谢你让我下定决心。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;是你让我明白世上许多道理。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;你让我看清人性的丑陋。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;你带我走进你的世界，&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;却不给我出口的钥匙。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;就留我一个人在你的世界里，&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;永远走不出去。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;让我无时感受你的快乐，你的忧愁，你的愤怒。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;我一个人负担着两个人的心情，你却从不知道。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;如果说忘记是件容易的事，那除非你是没有感觉的。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;当某一天，我终于得到那把钥匙的时候。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;我一定勇敢地打开，憋着泪水踏出那扇门。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;然后将它收在我心里的最深处，永远不再想起。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRwpbddJaHI/AAAAAAAACBU/ERFbmSJphoM/s1600/Christian003s.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRwpbddJaHI/AAAAAAAACBU/ERFbmSJphoM/s400/Christian003s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556361592008435826" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2189727188311801753?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2189727188311801753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2189727188311801753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_26_archive.html#2189727188311801753' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRwpbddJaHI/AAAAAAAACBU/ERFbmSJphoM/s72-c/Christian003s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5522166746564971945</id><published>2010-12-26T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:58:05.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously my mum has to change her view about everything. I chat with my bro's friend she asks who that person is, I chatted with YuHong she asked how he is related to me. Well I'm seriously telling her not all guys I am talking to is my boyfriend. I know she cares, but when she over-concerns... Sigh. Don't worry mum, 我自己有分寸的.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yesterday's trip with JinJing and Smiley was fun. WE SHOULD HAVE EATEN SUBWAY INSTEAD OF MAC! This JinJing hadn't been eating Mac for a month. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I need to find my laptop charger as soon as possible if not I have to fight for the com every night.. How stupid. XDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S. Sometimes I wonder what a close friend is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRcFmJv84cI/AAAAAAAACBM/y_UY6SZMOaw/s1600/Untitled%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRcFmJv84cI/AAAAAAAACBM/y_UY6SZMOaw/s400/Untitled%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554914818395005378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我不知道该不该为我们的友情感到惋惜。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;有的时候我真希望我没有遇见你。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;当误会永远没人去化解，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;它们就成了永远的误会。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;人啊，都是自私的...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5522166746564971945?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5522166746564971945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5522166746564971945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_26_archive.html#5522166746564971945' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TRcFmJv84cI/AAAAAAAACBM/y_UY6SZMOaw/s72-c/Untitled%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1809942359225594072</id><published>2010-12-17T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:34:49.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I am back here posting AGAIN muahaha. Seriously I miss my cousinS a lot a lot a lot! My 表哥 left me a message at my QQ blog so I happened to visit his today... AND GUESS WHAT! (Well I have many many cousins) Four of them went to 厦门 together and had quite a lot of fun. :'( If I was there they would wanna take me along too... Then I would be the usual center of attention again. I am the youngest so they will give in to me and then I will keep talking crap that keep them entertained like what I did in the past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH. I miss my two 表哥s the most because they are the ones that chat with me on QQ whenever I go online. But my two 表姐s.. They talked like total strangers.. :'( Before all of us go on separate paths, can we meet together again and go out at least ONCE like how we did in the past?? Can we play my favourite firework again at Grandma's house in winter? That time during the Mid-autumn festival celebration, one of the classes was playing my favourite firework and it reminded me of my cousins... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you all like mad, seriously. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyO5FHH8I/AAAAAAAACBA/677-XSqsKow/s1600/P2130006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyO5FHH8I/AAAAAAAACBA/677-XSqsKow/s400/P2130006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656565830262722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Thanks Jingwei, for breaking it. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyOqX-YfI/AAAAAAAACA4/NLBNdmoV3_8/s1600/P2160010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyOqX-YfI/AAAAAAAACA4/NLBNdmoV3_8/s400/P2160010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656561882849778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books that are supposed to be finished before school reopens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyOQ-CP7I/AAAAAAAACAw/dnmKUj1WqDA/s1600/P2160012%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyOQ-CP7I/AAAAAAAACAw/dnmKUj1WqDA/s400/P2160012%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656555063164850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice or not? From my cousin. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Edited]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna upload some photos of my cousins because I visited my 表姐's blog and found many WOO YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1809942359225594072?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1809942359225594072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1809942359225594072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_12_archive.html#1809942359225594072' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQtyO5FHH8I/AAAAAAAACBA/677-XSqsKow/s72-c/P2130006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4990467262619466492</id><published>2010-12-16T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:33:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQjp-aUfQ8I/AAAAAAAACAo/69KZfL5CzMQ/s1600/cattor_1099460312.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQjp-aUfQ8I/AAAAAAAACAo/69KZfL5CzMQ/s400/cattor_1099460312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550943799160554434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;一无所有。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;没有了。。。全都失去了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;也找不回来了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;怎么办？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;我还是希望你可以幸福。。。&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/34785020-4990467262619466492?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4990467262619466492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4990467262619466492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_12_archive.html#4990467262619466492' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQjp-aUfQ8I/AAAAAAAACAo/69KZfL5CzMQ/s72-c/cattor_1099460312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1693566426393337609</id><published>2010-12-12T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:23:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQT0Olhk6sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/A8Jd1AqMQZg/s1600/tumblr_lcpd42sdMQ1qe0hneo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQT0Olhk6sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/A8Jd1AqMQZg/s400/tumblr_lcpd42sdMQ1qe0hneo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549829172255582914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Image source: {&lt;a href="http://raindropsandsunspots.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;raindropsandsunspots.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAY. Went BBQ and cycling with Zhi Zhu and Jaime. :D Argh I wanna post more but have to go sleep so... GOOD NIGHT AND LOVES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1693566426393337609?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1693566426393337609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1693566426393337609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_12_archive.html#1693566426393337609' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TQT0Olhk6sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/A8Jd1AqMQZg/s72-c/tumblr_lcpd42sdMQ1qe0hneo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7111891205375297782</id><published>2010-12-10T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:40:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKbu4aFSQvY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG I cried from the time SNSD was announced till &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SooYoung finished her speech. Poor Taeyeon... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winners for the 25th Golden Disk Awards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 101, 97); line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disk Bonsang Daesang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNSD/Girls' Generation (Oh!) / Encore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Music Daesang&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2AM (Can’t Let You Go Even If I Die)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disk Bonsang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DJ DOC (I’m This Type of Person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHINee (Lucifer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNSD/Girls' Generation (Oh!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Junior (Bonamana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BoA (Hurricane Venus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digital Music Bonsang &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2AM (Can’t Let You Go Even If I Die)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IU (Nagging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss A (Bad Girl Good Girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CN BLUE (I’m a Loner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Seung Gi (Love Taught Me To Drink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hip-Hop Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supreme Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FT Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rookie Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEAST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sistar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popularity Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Producer Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hong Seung Sung (Cube Entertainment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ceci Magazine Popularity Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNSD/Girls' Generation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifetime Achievement Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 101, 97); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 0, 0); "&gt;Park Chun Seok&lt;/span&gt; (died March 14th, 2010) (Trot singer and famous Korean composer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; "&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.gokpop.com/news/25th-golden-disk-awards-winners::3191.html"&gt;goKPOP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7111891205375297782?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7111891205375297782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7111891205375297782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_05_archive.html#7111891205375297782' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3319066715446786500</id><published>2010-12-07T17:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:22:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TP37DY12VcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/R42lNtB9Ehk/s1600/b3508d139417e7c16538db8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TP37DY12VcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/R42lNtB9Ehk/s400/b3508d139417e7c16538db8f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547866351616808386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: ')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3319066715446786500?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3319066715446786500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3319066715446786500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_12_05_archive.html#3319066715446786500' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TP37DY12VcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/R42lNtB9Ehk/s72-c/b3508d139417e7c16538db8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6488584050535293518</id><published>2010-12-03T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:31:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPkFX2jTD6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/o1iPPj5uYWY/s1600/Cute%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPkFX2jTD6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/o1iPPj5uYWY/s400/Cute%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470323422171042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPkFX2jTD6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/o1iPPj5uYWY/s1600/Cute%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guess what, I think you've changed..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or I've changed? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. Nobody changed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just the feeling changed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, it will never happen again. I will never allow it to happen. I am gonna stay strong and face everything. I will never let weakness take over me again. I am gonna let smile rule my world. Whenever I feel like crying over the littlest thing, I am gonna put on my headphone and blast music so I can't hear the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SNSD's songs never failed to cheer me up. :) Now I'm addicted to Hyori's 10 Minutes. Life's beautiful now. I'm gonna enjoy every second and live it to the fullest, like what Jing said. Miss her okay... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I changed my ambition as I walked to school this morning. I do a lot of thinking when I walk. As usual, I was thinking about the past. I realised I did a lot of wrong things, made many wrong decisions and met the wrong people. Maybe it was due to the emo songs I was listening to, it made me very confused. I thought of being a ****** (don't bother guessing because it's randomly typed) because of my grandpa incident. Now I feel like being a 修女.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;爱情是美丽的。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;当恩浩望着真伊翩翩起舞&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;真伊为了他的一句话放弃了才艺。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;真正的爱情是付出吗？&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;麻木了。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;不，早就麻木了。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. To unknown people, I don't appreciate your tags thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-6488584050535293518?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6488584050535293518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6488584050535293518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_28_archive.html#6488584050535293518' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPkFX2jTD6I/AAAAAAAAB_A/o1iPPj5uYWY/s72-c/Cute%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-617618129393850555</id><published>2010-12-02T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:00:44.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the person called to ask if I'm home so he could deliver my LOVELY textbooks, I was so happy that I ran around the house. ^^ OMG I LOVE MY TEXTBOOKS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgwwYfqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/1Etx8PALURw/s1600/P6110077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgwwYfqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/1Etx8PALURw/s400/P6110077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546028472810897058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEXTBOOKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzggh5F5I/AAAAAAAAB-w/YtzwlipMiFc/s1600/P6110076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzggh5F5I/AAAAAAAAB-w/YtzwlipMiFc/s400/P6110076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546028468455151506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgal_mWI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Qxbj6M5AEyg/s1600/P6110075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgal_mWI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Qxbj6M5AEyg/s400/P6110075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546028466861742434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw the voucher? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgGiJuWI/AAAAAAAAB-g/uxp_NHyXGMc/s1600/P6110070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgGiJuWI/AAAAAAAAB-g/uxp_NHyXGMc/s400/P6110070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546028461476919650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My version of 四大名著... -_ - Only the two on the right are 原著.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1w6WF4I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gGYDrZEvfRo/s1600/P6110067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1w6WF4I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gGYDrZEvfRo/s400/P6110067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546024435583424386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real 四大名著 that my dad bought for me!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1e07tNI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/d03ct5sq-Dc/s1600/P6110066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1e07tNI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/d03ct5sq-Dc/s400/P6110066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546024430728885458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^ Thanks DAD, SARANGHEH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1BcSm5I/AAAAAAAAB-I/IGUznQdsq2U/s1600/P6080062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv1BcSm5I/AAAAAAAAB-I/IGUznQdsq2U/s400/P6080062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546024422840900498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv02Y9G9I/AAAAAAAAB-A/69dKUJHFFq4/s1600/P6080061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdv02Y9G9I/AAAAAAAAB-A/69dKUJHFFq4/s400/P6080061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546024419874118610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wen Hui and Kelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-617618129393850555?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/617618129393850555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/617618129393850555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_28_archive.html#617618129393850555' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPdzgwwYfqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/1Etx8PALURw/s72-c/P6110077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-9068624775884657458</id><published>2010-11-30T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:45:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPUYOq478lI/AAAAAAAAB94/bv09fsuObAE/s1600/tumblr_l99dfcyvWI1qdkpjwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPUYOq478lI/AAAAAAAAB94/bv09fsuObAE/s400/tumblr_l99dfcyvWI1qdkpjwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545365156486967890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering that my books may be out of stock by the time my brother buys his. SO, A BIG DECISION IS MADE. I ordered my books from Popular first. ^^ Okay, promoting the benefit of ordering from Popular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you order from Pacific Bookstore online, the total will be &lt;b&gt;$170.05&lt;/b&gt;. After adding in &lt;b&gt;$7.80&lt;/b&gt;, the delivery fee, it will be &lt;b&gt;$177.85&lt;/b&gt;. HOWEVER, I ordered everything as well as one &lt;b&gt;assessment book&lt;/b&gt; from Popular. After adding &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt; delivery fee, the total is &lt;b&gt;$179.85&lt;/b&gt;, with 3 rolls of clear wrap and &lt;b&gt;$10 gift voucher&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am becoming like an auntie. (Auntie juRONG -___-''') Counting every dollar and cent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how much I hate you now, it can't erase the feeling I had for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-9068624775884657458?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/9068624775884657458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/9068624775884657458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_28_archive.html#9068624775884657458' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TPUYOq478lI/AAAAAAAAB94/bv09fsuObAE/s72-c/tumblr_l99dfcyvWI1qdkpjwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4734167706578945804</id><published>2010-11-30T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:51:55.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nH8OC6a618?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nH8OC6a618?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Awww,  so cute!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4734167706578945804?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4734167706578945804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4734167706578945804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_28_archive.html#4734167706578945804' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-8500800431376400932</id><published>2010-11-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:44:18.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO_Dgd6xI6I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WrjF5AybLwQ/s1600/tumblr_lbvowxVOL61qcsfof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO_Dgd6xI6I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WrjF5AybLwQ/s400/tumblr_lbvowxVOL61qcsfof.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543864628870718370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to my &lt;a href="http://hehehejaimee.tumblr.com"&gt;JAIME&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came home the first thing was to nag. Oh please, just leave me alone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope school will start soon so I can use studies as an excuse to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take a break from all those crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to 313 with Wenchi today to get my "imaginary shirt".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's not what I've imagined. XD It's pink! YAY~ Wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not HOT pink, it's LIGHT pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I feel that not using FB is something awesome. You can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;focus on whatever you wanna do, like calligraphy? Okay I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously have NO life but that's what I like to do so I DON'T CARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do things that 古代人 do.. Wait, do they go &lt;b&gt;shopping&lt;/b&gt; too? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I abandoned my blog since exams started, now I'm gonna revive it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by posting maybe... EVERYDAY? Quite impossible eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quote of the day: Disgusting people do disgusting things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-8500800431376400932?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8500800431376400932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/8500800431376400932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#8500800431376400932' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO_Dgd6xI6I/AAAAAAAAB9w/WrjF5AybLwQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbvowxVOL61qcsfof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1273054837548811540</id><published>2010-11-25T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:00:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO5a-XPkFuI/AAAAAAAAB9o/gt-bkeJ1_y8/s1600/Jang_Geun_Suk_s_Movies_Dramas_and_Songs_18032010230333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO5a-XPkFuI/AAAAAAAAB9o/gt-bkeJ1_y8/s400/Jang_Geun_Suk_s_Movies_Dramas_and_Songs_18032010230333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543468218777343714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WALLPAPER FOR THE MONTH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm somehow I don't look forward to the chalet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I know it's gonna be BORING if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel high that day. It'll be MORE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boring if it rains, like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I NEEDA GO OUT. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;***************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mandy locked her blog. And I tagged a few days ago. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1273054837548811540?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1273054837548811540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1273054837548811540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#1273054837548811540' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TO5a-XPkFuI/AAAAAAAAB9o/gt-bkeJ1_y8/s72-c/Jang_Geun_Suk_s_Movies_Dramas_and_Songs_18032010230333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3908322735148723035</id><published>2010-11-23T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:18:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOu-v_qwTVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/GLEUpl-n8Vw/s1600/jang%2Bgeun%2Bsuk%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOu-v_qwTVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/GLEUpl-n8Vw/s400/jang%2Bgeun%2Bsuk%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542733498163416402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jang Geun Suk &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3908322735148723035?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3908322735148723035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3908322735148723035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#3908322735148723035' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOu-v_qwTVI/AAAAAAAAB9g/GLEUpl-n8Vw/s72-c/jang%2Bgeun%2Bsuk%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1742379415838693830</id><published>2010-11-22T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:19:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOpRYPBpXSI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/FZlbC-6Y1dQ/s1600/19034_215876550953_211319265953_3206196_4949694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOpRYPBpXSI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/FZlbC-6Y1dQ/s400/19034_215876550953_211319265953_3206196_4949694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542331768224963874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favourite smile of Heechul's~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-1742379415838693830?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1742379415838693830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1742379415838693830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#1742379415838693830' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOpRYPBpXSI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/FZlbC-6Y1dQ/s72-c/19034_215876550953_211319265953_3206196_4949694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3205195614970694613</id><published>2010-11-21T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:50:42.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad left his packet of awesome tissue paper in his pockets and his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pants was really kind to give a share of tissue to the rest of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clothes in the washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna do 大扫除 before my mum comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. Wenchi, this model was the one we saw in the shop yup? ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love her jacket and shorts~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s1600/1003464-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s400/1003464-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541903546031682354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34785020-3205195614970694613?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3205195614970694613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3205195614970694613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#3205195614970694613' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s72-c/1003464-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4396772475417639815</id><published>2010-11-21T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:47:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad left his packet of awesome tissue paper in his pockets and his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pants was really kind to give a share of tissue to the rest of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clothes in the washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna do 大扫除 before my mum comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS. Wenchi, this model was the one who saw in the shop yup? ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love her jacket and shorts~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s1600/1003464-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s400/1003464-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541903546031682354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34785020-4396772475417639815?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4396772475417639815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4396772475417639815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_21_archive.html#4396772475417639815' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOjL6bCyMzI/AAAAAAAAB9I/bcF3d3qdct0/s72-c/1003464-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-6640133491107137356</id><published>2010-11-20T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:20:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOd-kHFSFII/AAAAAAAAB9A/UshP-X7rAKQ/s1600/snsd%2Bhoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOd-kHFSFII/AAAAAAAAB9A/UshP-X7rAKQ/s400/snsd%2Bhoot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541537025344279682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need to go library and return my books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My stupid bro misplaced his book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what's the title?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"教你变魔术”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_______________________________________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34785020-6640133491107137356?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6640133491107137356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/6640133491107137356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_14_archive.html#6640133491107137356' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOd-kHFSFII/AAAAAAAAB9A/UshP-X7rAKQ/s72-c/snsd%2Bhoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5255340892284262817</id><published>2010-11-18T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:36:22.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOTI_CdqyAI/AAAAAAAAB84/GWw6_TjCzZ4/s1600/37917_453511328566_205806848566_5308487_3699932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOTI_CdqyAI/AAAAAAAAB84/GWw6_TjCzZ4/s400/37917_453511328566_205806848566_5308487_3699932_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540774426891175938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My inbox is cleared and I didn't know until this morning.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is gone. My only memory is gone. It is gone... :' (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5255340892284262817?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5255340892284262817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5255340892284262817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_14_archive.html#5255340892284262817' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOTI_CdqyAI/AAAAAAAAB84/GWw6_TjCzZ4/s72-c/37917_453511328566_205806848566_5308487_3699932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-2867555328252107384</id><published>2010-11-15T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:54:25.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOE3Yjj8cjI/AAAAAAAAB8w/feeBmBfz7JQ/s1600/4901e99f9e634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOE3Yjj8cjI/AAAAAAAAB8w/feeBmBfz7JQ/s400/4901e99f9e634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539769911644811826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“我要学会，影藏我的真心。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;--- 黄真伊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jin Yi is able to live without love, which is really a brave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thing to do. I am gonna learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;from her. To live MY own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's really MY life that I'm living, so I should do it MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;way. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;给亲爱的外公:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;虽然没能陪在您的身边陪您走完最后一段路，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;我会在这里默默为您祈祷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;您安息吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;记得，孙女想您。。。:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-2867555328252107384?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2867555328252107384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/2867555328252107384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_14_archive.html#2867555328252107384' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TOE3Yjj8cjI/AAAAAAAAB8w/feeBmBfz7JQ/s72-c/4901e99f9e634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-498085572703621459</id><published>2010-11-13T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:26:30.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN6sh4OyZeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/gv5GyF2cc1o/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN6sh4OyZeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/gv5GyF2cc1o/s400/m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539054289742357986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to cut hair tomorrow after shopping with Jaime and Zhi Zhu! I feel like cutting this hairstyle but hers is curled. URGH. Let me stick with long hair for the time being.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-498085572703621459?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/498085572703621459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/498085572703621459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_07_archive.html#498085572703621459' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN6sh4OyZeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/gv5GyF2cc1o/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1622833639025573422</id><published>2010-11-13T17:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:31:26.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN5WXcu-KbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2_qVtSE5W3k/s1600/Cute%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN5WXcu-KbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2_qVtSE5W3k/s400/Cute%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538959552562473394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T CARE. I am gonna re-watch 仙剑奇侠传3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Watching shows helps a lot~ ^^&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/34785020-1622833639025573422?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1622833639025573422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1622833639025573422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_07_archive.html#1622833639025573422' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TN5WXcu-KbI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2_qVtSE5W3k/s72-c/Cute%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-96996867195229830</id><published>2010-11-11T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:32:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNwIgun5rPI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/dCIVy2tC4EY/s1600/Cute%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNwIgun5rPI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/dCIVy2tC4EY/s400/Cute%2B5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538311000123092210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Image Source {HEARTGRENADE}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what, I used to love Psyduck. Because it doesn't know it has power. So cute!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't practise Pipa even though I was supposed to do that. However, daily GZ practice will never be forgotten. Hehe. Had a WONDERFUL today. -___- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home from airport, realised I did not bring my keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to go Bugis with my bro to get from Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up quarrelling with my bro and he got pissed off, so he went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continued my journey to Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought Takopachi from Bugis Junction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to Bedok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought ingredients for Agar Agar from NTUC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received thousands of calls from my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took bus home with a handsome guy sitting beside me. ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking to trim my fringe because my mum is unhappy its length already. I also starting to find it hard to manage. It is very messy yup. So I'm gonna get it tidied by this Monday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-96996867195229830?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/96996867195229830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/96996867195229830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_07_archive.html#96996867195229830' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNwIgun5rPI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/dCIVy2tC4EY/s72-c/Cute%2B5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7505332960159908361</id><published>2010-11-09T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:29:22.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNjbLoeY5-I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/felyin1rqkc/s1600/Cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNjbLoeY5-I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/felyin1rqkc/s400/Cute.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537416734741948386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Image source &lt;b&gt;{happymonster}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'd always thought that things are gonna be alright if I bear with the pain. I couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;stand the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;first blow that's why I tried to go back to the life I used to have. Here comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;second blow. It was all about you but in the end, your friends had to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;spokespeople for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;you. You never rise up to face those problems, instead you just left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;them for me to found out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'd always thought life would be so dead and full of tears without you. Whenever the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;of you being out of my world rises up, I will just let tears be my words of fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I used to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;well with encouraging words before I went to bed. When I tried to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;stop everything for the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;time, everything's so different. I woke up in the middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;of my sleep, and stared out of the win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;dows. I thought something had happened and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I felt so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'd always thought you are gonna forget the past and accept the new. You will never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Those people are more important than your life. Sometimes I wish I had never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;met you in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;life. All you gave me was pain and more pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe he can a better person than you. No, he is better, much better. He will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;there and I believe time is gonna help the both of us. Time will not let the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;feeling fade but make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;it stronger. She is from your memory and he is from my memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;If she is gone from your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;he will never be gone from mine.&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/34785020-7505332960159908361?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7505332960159908361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7505332960159908361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_11_07_archive.html#7505332960159908361' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TNjbLoeY5-I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/felyin1rqkc/s72-c/Cute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-3003826311223075548</id><published>2010-10-28T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:27:36.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMlvkF2B9jI/AAAAAAAAB8I/yiVUUMablpw/s1600/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMlvkF2B9jI/AAAAAAAAB8I/yiVUUMablpw/s400/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533076283036137010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the last day of school... :'( Gonna say byebye to 2E'10. Sigh, I wonder if we students heartless or cold-blooded. Teachers always separate us when we just got bonded. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna hand in the subject combi form tomorrow. :D Pray hard it's either first or second choice or I'll have to appeal... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-3003826311223075548?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3003826311223075548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/3003826311223075548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_10_24_archive.html#3003826311223075548' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMlvkF2B9jI/AAAAAAAAB8I/yiVUUMablpw/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-1674979264329091002</id><published>2010-10-24T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:34:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMPfjNw2loI/AAAAAAAAB74/at164hwzgqE/s1600/DSC07776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMPfjNw2loI/AAAAAAAAB74/at164hwzgqE/s400/DSC07776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531510563424081538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Staying at home everyday is definitely killing me. However, I don't think there's something for me to do if I go out. :'( Sigh. Two months of holidays... Now I start to miss &lt;b&gt;EXAMS&lt;/b&gt;, I miss the feeling of studying and revising. At least my life is not as empty as what it is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I used to sleep a lot but it feels so different now. I set my alarm to 9am but I woke up at around 7+ to check Facebook using my phone. If there's new notifications I will even go comment and stuff. After that I go to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;不知道为什么，我感到这么不安。睡几个小时就突然醒来，看了Facebook, 然后又睡，然后又醒。。。我真的很担心。:'(&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/34785020-1674979264329091002?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1674979264329091002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/1674979264329091002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_10_24_archive.html#1674979264329091002' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TMPfjNw2loI/AAAAAAAAB74/at164hwzgqE/s72-c/DSC07776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-5183388027897140323</id><published>2010-10-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:34:15.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally.. FINALLY EOY IS OVER!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I can't adapt to the feeling of not studying. : ( I am really bored at home. :'( ARGH, not in the mood to blog, gonna watch Hwang Jin Yi now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-5183388027897140323?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5183388027897140323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/5183388027897140323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_10_17_archive.html#5183388027897140323' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-573183112766446412</id><published>2010-10-02T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:29:54.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TKb7jjKduGI/AAAAAAAAB7o/NfWuRPgbNC0/s1600/PA021857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TKb7jjKduGI/AAAAAAAAB7o/NfWuRPgbNC0/s400/PA021857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523378581169616994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-573183112766446412?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/573183112766446412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/573183112766446412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_09_26_archive.html#573183112766446412' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TKb7jjKduGI/AAAAAAAAB7o/NfWuRPgbNC0/s72-c/PA021857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-4172440901805977398</id><published>2010-09-30T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:29:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我觉得自己真的很没用。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不，不是没用。而是有点奇怪。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么大家都喜欢的东西我却没感觉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大家都能谈的话题我却只能沉默。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我只能眼睁睁地看着你离去。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;算了。。。真的累了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-4172440901805977398?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4172440901805977398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/4172440901805977398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_09_26_archive.html#4172440901805977398' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34785020.post-7153122726293527567</id><published>2010-09-26T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:35:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TJ8hedOHPZI/AAAAAAAAB7g/POZPVNifXzE/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TJ8hedOHPZI/AAAAAAAAB7g/POZPVNifXzE/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521168475303132562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well. My inbox is JAMMED again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34785020-7153122726293527567?l=memories-rongrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7153122726293527567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34785020/posts/default/7153122726293527567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-rongrong.blogspot.com/2010_09_26_archive.html#7153122726293527567' title=''/><author><name>Georgie Georgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378921794820959230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/SehJECVZ-VI/AAAAAAAABCY/wZhBabHf-Gk/S220/Happiness+do+not+exist.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1ZsDYsxOd4/TJ8hedOHPZI/AAAAAAAAB7g/POZPVNifXzE/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
