<?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-31153446</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:25:08.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-116280379059364288</id><published>2006-11-06T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:03:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's her birthday..wonder what is she doing now..how i wish i could be at her side to celebrate with her..it starts to rain again,i hate it when it rain and i am alone..i will that the whole world is leaving me further further apart...lonely in a big big room,cold and a place without feelings.Everytime i open the door,thinking i have finally leave the terrible place,only to know that i enter another darker place,where the real me get further away from me..for now,i know only she can once again open the door for me..okie enough of negative things..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,ytd i sing ktv for 6hrs straight...its like OMG?long time never sing with my two buddies le,jieyao and huiyun.To sing with them is the most fun,always enjoyed singing with them..thanks here to my two buddies!!Marina Square's kbox is so cool,still got rooms with pool tables..its been awhile since i go Marina le..so many memories,arghh..what is wrong with me..negative again..happy happy happy..ermmm,we had a great dinner after ktv,cos my buddy bring his future da sao to meet us..she is so shy and quiet,but can see she will be great for my buddy.I was so talkative during the meal that before i knew it,the shop is closing le...haha!!had a great day with them..actually its to celebrate my buddy-jieyao's birthday..seeing him so happy now with his girl,makes me kinda happy too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-116280379059364288?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116280379059364288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=116280379059364288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116280379059364288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116280379059364288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-her-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-116235017989517097</id><published>2006-11-01T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:02:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eerie eerie~yesterday night is so weird..it has been quite awhile since something freak me out..everything seems the same the whole day,i met my good friend jieyao for dinner at clementi before joining Ray,CJ and Gwen at partyworld.Sing sing sing..the section went as usual,we had fun 'nonsensing' with all the crapping singing,haha..it ended at 11plus..we parted at Mac and decide to go home.However Ray suddenly suggested to play mahjong,so we gather back at Mac and went to take a cab to Gwen's house.Okay here is the freak thing,just as we board the comfort cab,the driver who looks to be around 70 years old said this in mandrian,'sorry,cab only can fetch 4people,i cannot take 5 people.'Gwen who is sitting in front replied,'we only have 4people wor,'the uncle continued saying,'but there is a kid behind including 4 of us.'Then there is a long pause..everyone is kinda shock when the mentioned that.Obviously the uncle is scared with his look,but in the end he still move off..We did not wanna talk about it,so we just pretend not to know and start to joke around in the cab.Gwen's place is only 5min ride,but the uncle is so afraid that he drove at around 40km throughout..IT WAS THE SLOWEST CAB RIDE AND MOST SCARY ONE!!we happen to passby a temple on the way,and CJ saw the uncle praying to it..this made everything seems more real..although its just a 15min ride,but this is the longest 15min i ever had..haha!!After we alight,we start to discuss about it..Gwen said that maybe the old man is dying le,so he is able to see 'those kinda things.'The old man expression is so real that none of us thinks that he is kidding with us.Hope nothing bad will happen to him and of course all of us..pray hard is what i can do now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-116235017989517097?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116235017989517097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=116235017989517097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116235017989517097'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-116127728152748701</id><published>2006-10-20T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:01:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone did the famous jump from the mrt platform again~this time its chinese garden..yesterday night i was on the train to jurong east and it suddenly stopped,when it finally crawl its way there..the trip to boon lay is being stopped.The train infront of me which is at chinese garden is involve in the accident..what luck to meet this kinda thing..nvm that..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;had a lazy day in school today,all i did is stare at the 'thing' above the lecturer's head..but during tea break,got some kind of good news..trina is joining me for tennis lessons!!yay!!(all time fetish)shhh...after school,went for a tennis game..arghhh..dunno whether its the haze anot..play until halfway,i smell blood..omg,nose bleed...again..recently these few months,my nose has been bleeding..since young till now,i have never bleed before..things got worse when Ray told me his sec sch friend just passed away from brain cancer..maybe i am down with some kind of weird illness..haha!!hope i wun be a buden for anyone can le..hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-116127728152748701?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116127728152748701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=116127728152748701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116127728152748701'/><link rel='self' 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stupid again,haizz...but well i think she wun be bother by it anyway,hee~at first i am still thinking drinking will help me get to sleep,in the end..i just lay on my bed and think abt her..end up its terrible!!now i just hope she will be happy and i will an xin.Her health isn't good recently,STUPID indons!!the haze has irritated her nose and she must be feeling quite terrible,hope she will get well soon and of cos to all my friends out there,have to take good care of urself from the stupid haze!!drink more water guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-116118837400379825?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116118837400379825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i heard a short story from my friend and i feel its rather interesting..once there are two monks,a young one and an old fellow..haha..two of them are on a journey and they came to a river.They are about to cross and a lady came by."can one of you help me across the water?''The old monk agreed and he carried the lady on his back to cross the river.The young monk start to wander,since 'nan nu shou shou bu qing',why the old monk still agree to carry the lady across?After they cross the river,they parted with the lady.The more they walk,the young monk gets more confused and fustrated about the incident back at the river.Then came to a point whereas the young monk couldn't take it and decided to confront the old fellow."Why do you agree to carry the lady?We as monk should set a good example."The old fellow just smile and replied,"I have put down my buden back at the river and move on,why are you still carrying the buden?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-116012566670147407?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/116012566670147407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=116012566670147407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116012566670147407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/116012566670147407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/10/recently-i-heard-short-story-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115794204054524187</id><published>2006-09-11T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:34:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from genting!!so so tiring xia..haha..trip back there was kinda full of memories..esp the theme park,every rides are just good memories about her..every part of genting is just her her her..but she is not with me this time round..so some time over there,my friends always ask what i am thinking,why i suddenly mood swing..haha,i just cannot stop myself from thinking of her..sometimes i just feel like crying..=( okie stop talking about sad parts..haha!!casino is so fun,so many new things i get to experience..some games are just funny and you get to see all kinds of people over there,although i lose some money in the end,but its a nice new experience..&lt;br /&gt;over there in genting,i think through alot..sometimes are not to be forced,if she really dun want,i cannot do anything also,i dun want to go back to the past,i dun want another chance from her to go back to the past again..i just want to start afresh,everything new..everything from the starting point,i know i will be difficult..however i know everything will be better than before,everything will be different also..i know i can bring her happinese,i am confident,i know what i can give her..people need to go through somethings to grow up,no one grow up striaght away without going through anything,this 2 years plus is spent with her..i learn alot,i love it alot, i know i am still childish at times..but i know what i really want now..future is unclear..everyone do not know what will happen,but i know my direction now..the path is clearer than ever before..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115794204054524187?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115794204054524187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115794204054524187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115794204054524187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115794204054524187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-gentingso-so-tiring-xia.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115710865451699648</id><published>2006-09-01T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:04:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*page is loading*wah!!phew..i manage to pass all my subjects..esp macro..which i just just manage to pass..happy?i feel i am more relief than happy..i knew i won't be doing well,since the last term i never study and during exam,so many things happen..i was prepared to fail either macro or accounting..in the end my accounting nearly got A..this is so weird,what if i study in the 1st place?there is no room to regret now,i have regretted enough..one stone off myself,i manage to pass all of them,at the very least..(how i wish she is with me yesterday night,but i still manage to hear her voice,i am happy enough)studies 1st now,final term is approaching soon..as for me n her..*shun qi zhi rang*..anyway,jiayou fen fen zhu li ye!!haha!!^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115710865451699648?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115710865451699648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115710865451699648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115710865451699648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115710865451699648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/09/page-is-loadingwahphew.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115703247365996790</id><published>2006-08-31T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:54:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drenched for the whole day..so dirty..haha..i am on the way to her place to meet her,in the end i decide not to meet..main reason?maybe its because i am afraid she still feel insecure and uneasy when she is with me..actually wanted to give 'this' to her after my exam last term..in the end,it is all too late..it has been with me since then..now i have made up my mind that i shall give her next time..hope she will like it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115703247365996790?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115703247365996790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115703247365996790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115703247365996790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115703247365996790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/drenched-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115696247584165679</id><published>2006-08-31T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:27:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to pass her something tonight..she seems rather busy nowadays and it so difficult to ask her out even for a meal..just nice,Ray ask me to play pool at CCK cause he does not want to go home yet..although i still have to work the next morning,i decide to accompany him..I do not know whether it is fated anot..my handphone NO MORE batt when i need it so much!!actually just wanna ask her to come to the door to take something,but i dun even have the chance..but i think she also have slpt since she din reply my sms..hope there will still be another chance to pass her..hope she sleep well tonight..twinkle twinkle little stars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115696247584165679?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115696247584165679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115696247584165679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115696247584165679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115696247584165679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/wanted-to-pass-her-something-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115651829081034957</id><published>2006-08-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:04:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh,why sick today?!haha..have to apologise to kai pei,juliana and gang..suppose to meet them for dinner de,haiz haiz haiz..head is spinning now..everything seems so unreal,I am in dream land?dun tink so,cos not everything is nice!!=( &lt;br /&gt;its been sometime since I am so serious of what i wan and what i intend to do..i know at the present moment,everything is not possible..but i will wait,i will show her my sincerity,my heart and i am totally totally serious about us.I dunno whether that day will arrive anot,but i know what i really really want,i will continue to work hard,continue to show her myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have never been so serious before..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115651829081034957?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115651829081034957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115651829081034957' title='0 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/&gt;Still air engulf the surrounding,&lt;br /&gt;Tense and insecurity are written on her face,&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes,I like to know what she is thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lively in the present is what I really want,&lt;br /&gt;Likewise,happiness is what I am searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely the night can be,&lt;br /&gt;Only her can make those stars shine again for me.&lt;br /&gt;Vivid as ever,the memories she leave behind..&lt;br /&gt;Ever is only what I have for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what I wish to see from her,&lt;br /&gt;Even a smile from her makes everything nice,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out whenever she needs,is what I want now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115601124312215325?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115574388055424106</id><published>2006-08-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:58:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pain is simply the difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i feel guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over my imperfect past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or i am anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over my unknown future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i do not live in the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i experience pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i make myself ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i am unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my past was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my future will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present moment is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ever experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continue to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the present,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am happy forever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the present is simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the way i am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115574388055424106?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115574388055424106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115574388055424106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115574388055424106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115574388055424106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain-is-simply-differencebetweenwhat.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115531428706904617</id><published>2006-08-12T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:38:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3597/3357/640/DSCF0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3597/3357/320/DSCF0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10th August  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115531428706904617?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115531428706904617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115531428706904617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115531428706904617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115531428706904617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/10th-august.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115496181336146364</id><published>2006-08-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:43:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday night,he decide to book tickets to watch lake house on the 'red and white' day.'oh yay!!finally got good seatings at PS!!'At the moment on,he was looking forward to the movie at PS,had been awhile since he been there.Kinda miss that place(except for the crowd).Sunday night stepped in,terrible news from her..she could not make it on Wednesday!!For the first time he decided to book way ahead for a movie,and this had to happen..guessed it was really fated..it was blues all the way,Monday has yet to arrive.End up the story came to a really 'fated' ending,he recevied a call from the cinema,telling him that the show time will be taken by a new movie,and will be delay to 11plus,if he decline the change,he will be refund by the cinema..'omg,is this real?!'haha!!Of course,he agreed!!Till now,he still feel so unreal about it..(o.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115496181336146364?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115496181336146364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;still rememeber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the times together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the moment they met,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memories do not only consider of only him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the path will not be easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will hold her tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never to let her cry anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if the night sky consist of just a single star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will make it shine upon her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to give her love and hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his love and presence is always around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to protect her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115470716220266337?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115470716220266337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115470716220266337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115470716220266337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115470716220266337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-rememeberthe-times-togetherfrom_04.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115470265540156661</id><published>2006-08-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:44:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3597/3357/640/info%20credit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3597/3357/320/info%20credit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his new friends  &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115470265540156661?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115470265540156661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115470265540156661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115470265540156661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115470265540156661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/his-new-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>tOttiSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02391907161140631496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153446.post-115401261930232001</id><published>2006-07-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:07:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whats love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha,what is he talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when one love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't want to give her any kind of pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't want her to be stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't want her to be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't want her to worry about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't want to irritate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;main thing is to see her happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if she is happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he dun mind waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'n' years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he just want her to be happy in the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*to be continued*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115401261930232001?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115401261930232001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115401261930232001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115401261930232001'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'wah,all my songs ar?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'am i going to sing through out for 5hours?!&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was an unforgettable day with her.It was the first time they went kbox together!!Although most of the time he was the one singing...he enjoyed very little moment spent with her.*HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY*Time flew like an airplane..it was 7pm already?!'Why time always pass so fast when i am with her?'Soon they were on the way home..its was obvious she was sick as now LOOK pretty restless!!Then,it became her turn to be tired le(due to frezze?thats what she claim,but he thinks is becasue she din sleep well the night before).He does not know that she is scare of eating panadol,and he still keep pester her to eat it(he feel so so guilty now).Hope she will always be free of headaches!!That was such an memorable day with her,he would never forget that day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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onto a can of 100plus seems hard for him.However,he is determined to return to the driving range more often to practise his basic strokes.He is so happy that both his friends also agreed to play even when school starts..he must really thanks for the effort CJ put in(CJ is the 'pro' friend that teaches him golf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Omg,she came online?!'he is so so happy to see her,but is rather surprised as the time is her sleeping time.As usual,they started chatting..however,the chat got him rather irriatated as most of her replys 'haha'.'Seems like she don't feel like talking tonight,'he told that to himself.After she left,he got to know that she was posting her blog thing when she was online.So it means that she is multi-tasking,writing her even so long blog as well as entertaining to his craps..'So i misunderstand her again,opps!!'She is always this way,never like to explain..(haha)but he was just attracted to her,sounds stupid right?But isn't love blind?=p&lt;div 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her to pass her upcoming fitness test.He knew it was tough for her,but he just want every smile n encouragement can bring her tired legs to keep moving..she manage in the end to finish the run..he was so glad as he knew it was tough for her as she just finished school..YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes!!she not going home for dinner!!'(all smiles inside him,as they were on their way for dinner)Dinner was wonderful with her,everything taste nice!!'This is the happiness I am searching for,or is it just a dream?'he keep asking himself as everything seems so unreal!!He knew she is always nice to him,but today is different,he feel that they are very close,very very close..&lt;br /&gt;'Omg,168 just went off!!'she was rooted to the ground(haha)'Lets take 969 instead bah,'he told her..actually he was happy to have miss the bus,this way he will have more time to spend with her.On the way to her house,the unsure feeling towards her slowly start to diminish,the thing he want to know is whether she feels the same towards him..(praying)Its just 4months more,he should support her all the way,if he could not even wait for 4 short months..the feeling for her is not strong enough still..hope this will be a good test for them,jiayou!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115323873839385080?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115323873839385080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115323873839385080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153446/posts/default/115323873839385080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing now','is she thinking of me now?''did she sleep well last night?'..these thoughts just cannot leave his life evertime he wake up,haha..'do&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i like her&lt;/span&gt;?'he keep asking himself that question as he stare blinding at the tv,all he can think of is her her and of course her..'if only u are here to drink this warm coffee with me in this rainy morning..'that will warm up a heart that has turned cold,and he knows that only she will be able to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115310431223347643?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115310431223347643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153446&amp;postID=115310431223347643' 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2months..mood has never been really good recently,getting through those days have been tough for him..but now its finally over..he has decided to put down all those feelings and keep them in a safe box inside a place in his heart..now,his heart already is starting to accept another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;..this girl has given him a new goal and a new lease of life..after knowing what the girl really thinks about him,this guy decided to change those negatives thoughts that had been bothering him for these 2months,by doing so..not only he can become a better person,and have a better life ahead of him..he does not want to hurt another girl in the future..still got 4months more to go,he will work hard for to work things out..if till then,things do not turn out well for both of them,they can only accept the fact then..but for NOW,change is needed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..he went for my friend's testimonial match,overall it was rather fun and he enjoy playing with those old pals..interacting with them is the main motive,improving the communication between them,since soccer require good teamwork,knowing his team-mates well will only improve the play and the enjoyment of the game..soccer is his life and it will be great if there is someone that can appreciate and love to see him play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153446-115304921579118797?l=blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrie-tortoise.blogspot.com/feeds/115304921579118797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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2months have been tough for him,being single again after 2years plus is quite hard for him to adapt..suddenly the world seems to have left him alone..for the past 2years,he had many good friends around him,but he did not cherish the relationship they had..losing those good friends in the end was the only possible result..he only has himself to blame as he did not manage the relationship well enough..resulting in getting both parties hurted..he learn alot from &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;,she has taught him alot even she is younger than him..this guy always wanted so much to thank this girl,even though now the girl had left him,she will always always be remembered by this guy..'the dinosaur will always be in his heart..remain at a special place,no matter who he may meet in the future,those memories with her will not to be forgotten..forvever..'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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