<?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-21803178</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:56:31.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack[ing] All Around</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803178.post-5619214875356028131</id><published>2010-10-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:05:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Years&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt; 14 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The youngest &amp;amp; most pampered boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-5619214875356028131?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5619214875356028131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=5619214875356028131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5619214875356028131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5619214875356028131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-years-2-months-14-days.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-5659670434718277476</id><published>2008-07-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:52:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;She's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Years, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Months,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 25&lt;/span&gt; Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never thank you enough for your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-5659670434718277476?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5659670434718277476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=5659670434718277476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5659670434718277476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5659670434718277476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-682231130694180957</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:57:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;冒险家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我从来不是个冒险家。&lt;br /&gt;我在不知不觉中做成了偶然的非职业冒险家。&lt;br /&gt;我有可能即将再次去探险； 路途很遥远。&lt;br /&gt;我需要的不只是好运。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-682231130694180957?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/682231130694180957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=682231130694180957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/682231130694180957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/682231130694180957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-3733338394121017622</id><published>2008-05-01T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:33:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;如果你爱我        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;——————————————————————————&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;你会来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;救我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;————————————&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;你会知道我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;快不能活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-3733338394121017622?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3733338394121017622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=3733338394121017622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/3733338394121017622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/3733338394121017622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-3140458330900775770</id><published>2008-04-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:40:42.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of the night in June&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't know much of love, but it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And There was me and you, and then it got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talkin' on the telephone and&lt;br /&gt;We would get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And as our lives change, from whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And as our lives change, from whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personally I think this is a very well written song, it might be very direct, almost like just reciting out your thoughts, but it's [oh so apt~]. I mean seriously this was written for me to think about my secondary school graduation and of course poly too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just 2 days ago, I met up with my SJ friends for my beloved Maa Maa~'s 21st birthday, and it was a pleasant surprise, it was like a mini gathering for the few of us SJ people. We went for a chilling session after the party ended and chat till 3am. Boy did we have a lot to talk about, even when I was just being a listener I was glad I stayed on. Initially I wanted to go off due to my imcomplete office work that had to be due early next morning, but staying on was a decision I'll never regret, truly thankful for having this bunch of friends back with me again, in this phase of my life where I thought some of them have drifted faaaar away....... Though I think this post will never get to them coz none of them knows i actually have a blog and I have no intention of informing them, but just really thankful for having them with me in a current struggling process of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-3140458330900775770?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/3140458330900775770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=3140458330900775770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/3140458330900775770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/3140458330900775770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-so-we-talked-all-night-about-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-650739799618739958</id><published>2008-01-06T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T06:26:03.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;From Ayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; This year I have a wild aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Actually last year, I had went for a ear inspection, and found out that my left ear has gone deaf and it's not treatable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I still wish to be a singer.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I will use the rest of my right ear to sing till it loses its function as well or till its very limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I will not give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I will not find any excuses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; As a professional singer, I will definitely give the best singing that I have to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte.. Though I dislike such words.&lt;br /&gt;Must ganbatte!!!!  Must!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till that day arrives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;えっと。。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No.205 2008年01月05日 (土) 1時13分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of replies coming from everyone.. and even till now it's still not stopping yet..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. regarding that... yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter when I will always try my best, using my own language to express all my thoughts and feelings to everyone.. I guess everyone should be able to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this is how I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I decided to write it.&lt;br /&gt;This has been kept secret in my heart.. without even telling my family and staffs whom I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Strictly speaking it's not like this..&lt;br /&gt;I had only told mama about this. (Her godmother)&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the fact that my left ear had completely lost its function..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to the hospital because I truly felt some changes in my ears..&lt;br /&gt;Although I kept telling those around me that it's due to some new changes in the earphone..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when the doctor told me it's not treatable anymore,&lt;br /&gt;that it's too late, my mind just went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that somewhere in my heart I thought that if I took some time out to do the operation, it will be cured.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the firm look on the doctor's face..&lt;br /&gt;A pitying, very sorry look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I dunno why, but I continue to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I said this and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly returned to my ward, surrounded by my beloved staffs.&lt;br /&gt;However, please do not view what I'm going to say next in a pessimistic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had accepted the fact.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I'm not feeling despaired, instead I saw the light of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone could understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Reason being, didn't all of u said u want to become my left ear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Didn't everyone said that in order to let me hear it, you will cheer for me even louder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have to move forward together with my right ear-san.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not forcing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Because to me that's a happy matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleae do not worry!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards I will continue to move forward like this~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let's move on together!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I want to show u the dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; it wouldn't end, wouldn't disappear.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I want you to have such a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; That is my wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Thanks everyone... all of u... all of u...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mama (godmother)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;my most beloved sister (Note, should be referring to her recently passed away sister, Natsuki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk together 10th anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know she has gotten over it and has learnt to accept it, she's a truly strong person physically, mentally and in any other ways I can think of.  Well, I'll still look forward to her every performance  just like I used to and this feeling will never change. It has made me even surer that she's this one person that I'll want to keep supporting and respecting. She's not just a passer by in my life, she stepped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my life and walked an unforgettable journey with me. If I ever get to meet her or watch her live in person, I'll cheer as loudly as I can for her, so that when it reaches her I want it to sound as sincere and loud as her hearing through her both ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-650739799618739958?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/650739799618739958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=650739799618739958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/650739799618739958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/650739799618739958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-ayu-this-year-i-have-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-5688880617378329184</id><published>2007-10-31T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:01:37.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To my Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben, the two of us need look no more&lt;br /&gt;We both found what we were looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;With a friend to call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll never be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my friend, will see&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;(you've got a friend in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, you're always running here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You feel you're not wanted anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ever look behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And don't like what you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's something you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've got a place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you've got a place to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to say "I" and "me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now it's "us", now it's "we"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to say "I" and "me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now it's "us", now it's "we"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, most people would turn you away&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to a word they say&lt;br /&gt;They don't see you as I do&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would try to&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they'd think again&lt;br /&gt;If they had a friend like Ben&lt;br /&gt;(a friend) Like Ben&lt;br /&gt;(like Ben) Like Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A song I really like, and it popped up into my head suddenly, so I decided to post the lyrics here. It's a very nice song I sincerely find it so, too bad I don't have the mp3 for it. Anyone who doesn't know this song can just do a quick search. It's originally by Michael Jackson, even if you guys don't like him, give this song a chance. To all my Bussies and friends, this song really speaks well of friendship. The true meaning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;is really just as simple as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-5688880617378329184?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5688880617378329184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=5688880617378329184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5688880617378329184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5688880617378329184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-friends-ben-two-of-us-need-look.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-4738335055279129080</id><published>2007-10-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:13:09.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Final Countdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see your loved one getting weaker by the day and you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; how you can help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what hurts the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you will be losing someone/something close to you in months yet be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to take counting down out of my mind and spend the time happily, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;+- 2 Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm losing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; to countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-4738335055279129080?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/4738335055279129080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=4738335055279129080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/4738335055279129080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/4738335055279129080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-what-hurts-to-see-your-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-8041075284895802331</id><published>2007-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:48:44.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are lots of things going through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt; if I have made right decisions till now, but I know I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;won't regre&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; choosing this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;If&lt;/span&gt; it is not a path to success or perhaps just a stable life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it is a path that genuinely helped me learn wonderful lessons. And that's what makes me a 20 year old person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behave like one, but at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; the life experiences I'm going through now, defines me as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to look back 10 years later and be happy that I've had this part of a journey in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-8041075284895802331?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8041075284895802331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=8041075284895802331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/8041075284895802331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/8041075284895802331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-are-lots-of-things-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-1574604051176781557</id><published>2007-07-31T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:55:22.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was waiting to take a cab to my site this morning and it was drizzling, so boy was i glad to see one after bout 5 mins of wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my conversation with the Indian (prob a singh? because he had a turban) taxi driver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: [Address]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(After a minute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Driver: Juwf niunf iwuefn heanfd [Muffled Blabber]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Pardon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Driver: Juwf niunf iwuefn heanfd [Muffled Blabber] --&gt; At this point i managed to make out something like [Just now heavy rain right?] but i wasn't sure so to double confirm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Sorry, but pardon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Driver: Do you speak english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Yaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[S I L E N C E]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-----The End-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooolooooloooloooooooo. I didnt mean to treat it as though his slang was that bad but his muffled voice together with the indian slang was incredibly hard to understand. I'm Sorry Mr cab driver!! I think I just killed his ego because after that when he was asking for directions he spoke so softly and used some sign language like *point point*. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-1574604051176781557?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1574604051176781557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=1574604051176781557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/1574604051176781557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/1574604051176781557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-waiting-to-take-cab-to-my-site.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-5999144333150276726</id><published>2007-07-29T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:30:08.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woooloolooooooo~ Dal is back after being missing for months. My mouldy-&amp;-decomposing+abandoned+rundown-using-default-layout blog is finally getting an update .  Well, now that i'm updating it's still gonna be really boring coz my life is majority about  work. Sorry for not putting appointments with you guys as priority, but i'm trying my best to juggle between work, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though i made a wasted trip to my client's site couple of days ago, i finally took a bus again in dunno how many donkey years. It was a nice ride, coz the express bus goes by the expressway (like duh~) and so it was a really fast and smooth ride since it didnt have to stop much- almost like my favourite mode of transport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Yao-Yao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. And to commemorate my taking of bus after so long, i snapped pics! Just so because i happened to have my camera with me to snap pics of my client's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/Rq2SLrlROvI/AAAAAAAAABM/-IvPzCCFMJw/s1600-h/IMG_0518%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/Rq2SLrlROvI/AAAAAAAAABM/-IvPzCCFMJw/s320/IMG_0518%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092887483001158386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/Rq2RAblROuI/AAAAAAAAABE/lcgMJyIxptI/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/Rq2RAblROuI/AAAAAAAAABE/lcgMJyIxptI/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092886190216002274" 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/21803178-5999144333150276726?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5999144333150276726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=5999144333150276726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5999144333150276726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5999144333150276726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-update-woooloolooooooo-dal-is.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/Rq2SLrlROvI/AAAAAAAAABM/-IvPzCCFMJw/s72-c/IMG_0518%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803178.post-1837430740998080312</id><published>2007-05-19T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:55:34.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FROGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading this story about frogs, but I forgot where the email is now. Tyan yih sent it to me like dunno how long ago, and I think somehow I skipped it previously. So when I was re-checking my inbox just now, I read it. Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There was once when a group of frogs were having a competition to see who could continuously  climb to the top of a building. There were many spectators who were saying that the frogs can't make it because it's an impossibly tiring task.  Slowly, 1 by 1 the young frogs gave up, but half of them still persevered on. "They can't do it! Just give up." the spectators said. More and more of the frogs gave up, leaving the one and only little frog who kept on climbing. Finally, he reached the top. All the other frogs were curious to know how he did it, when they realised little frog was deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is to not get affected by what others say. As long as you think you can do it, you will. If you care too much about the discouraging comments from the outside world, your determination will waver. Persevere in whatever you are doing my friends; as long as you are sure this is what you want and can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-1837430740998080312?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1837430740998080312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=1837430740998080312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/1837430740998080312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/1837430740998080312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/frogs-i-was-reading-this-story-about.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-359070947274015625</id><published>2007-05-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:53:27.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 1.51am now. I just had a bath. I just reached home from work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-359070947274015625?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/359070947274015625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=359070947274015625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/359070947274015625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/359070947274015625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day-its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-5552666838539593074</id><published>2007-05-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:30:09.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Start Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woo hoo! After weeks of not updating my blog, I'm back with some pictures to share! Work has finally started on 1 of my site on Monday, and things are going fairly well, apart from some issues like contractors snatching my owner's old aluminium grilles. They are worth some money, but not sure how much though. My boss was saying [They so hungry meh, aluminium grilles also wanna fight over it.]. Haha.. Anyways, it's really hot and dusty at the site, you have to be there yourself to know the actual state of it. p.s The workers' hair have all turned white from the dirt. The pictures I'm posting is on the 2nd day of hacking works. That's all for now till I have more time to update a longer post. Byeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQW8-p10BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4PLOe5eEmfI/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQW8-p10BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4PLOe5eEmfI/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063197117937733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQUf-p1z-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b3IoQNAGqbU/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQUf-p1z-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b3IoQNAGqbU/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063194420698271714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQXfOp10CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KbgLhO-G6t4/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQXfOp10CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KbgLhO-G6t4/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063197706348253218" 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/21803178-5552666838539593074?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5552666838539593074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=5552666838539593074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5552666838539593074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/5552666838539593074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-work-woo-hoo-after-weeks-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RYR840dO0Ww/RkQW8-p10BI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4PLOe5eEmfI/s72-c/IMG_0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803178.post-117544338299410073</id><published>2007-04-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T09:03:03.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a real long time since I've blogged, that's because I've been busy with work. As most of you already know, I'm currently colleagues with Yili, and life's pretty stressful at times. But working with real nice people over at the company makes life endurable. I'm sure this is a starting phase in life that everybody has to go through. It won't help if we think of giving up the moment difficulties come; because we'll never learn since we avoid the obstacles when they appear. Instead, we'll go back to Square 1. So I hope that all my dear friends out there who've faced all those emotions from work to hang on, after the starting phase, things will get better. It's a life experience. Go through it and you'll be wiser; hide from it and you'll never progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117544338299410073?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117544338299410073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117544338299410073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117544338299410073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117544338299410073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-its-been-real-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117364031905182825</id><published>2007-03-11T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:19:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Foe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pron"&gt;foh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A person who feels enmity, hatred, or malice toward another. Generally, ENEMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pron"&gt;&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;b&gt;kweyn&lt;/b&gt;-tns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A person known to one, but usually not a close friend. --&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;Commonly known as the Hi-Bye friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pron"&gt;frend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Buddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buhd&lt;/b&gt;-ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A good friend; comrade or chum (often used as a term of address).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soul mate&lt;/span&gt;: A person with whom one has a strong affinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I will define my friendships with people if there has to be a definition to it. Soul Mates have got to be the highest level of friendship ever. Like gaining Enlightenment. If you're unsure of whether you have one, think of it in this way--&gt; Is there anyone that you have not met for ages but will always have that special place in your heart? You know that they will be concerned for your well-being even if you guys are miles apart. Well, I'm lucky to have not one, but a few. Sometimes you don't have to speak; just sit down with each other and you know that closeness will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Bussies, you guys are not placed under enlightenment category. But you understand deep down we still have emotions that we prefer not to talk too in depth about. But that's also what makes our friendship special, because most of the moments we share are really fun and enjoyable. Without that emotional part, we take away the scrutinizing of each other and leave a space for each other to breath. I feel comfortable with you guys. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117364031905182825?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117364031905182825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117364031905182825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117364031905182825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117364031905182825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendship-foe-foh-person-who-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803178.post-117263869491140676</id><published>2007-02-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:55:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/820878/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/625211/DSC00077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;放心去飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;终于还是走到这一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;We've finally arrived at this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;要奔向各自的世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Having to go to different worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;没人能取代记忆中的你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nobody can replace you in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;和那段青春岁月&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;And the days of youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;一路我们曾携手并肩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Throughout the journey, we've walked hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;用汗和泪写下永远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Using perspiration and tears to mark forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;拿欢笑荣耀换一句誓言&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taking laughter and honour to exchange for a pledge/promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;夜夜在梦里相约&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Meeting in our dreams every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;放心去飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;勇敢地去追&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Be assured to fly, to bravely chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;追一切我们未完成地梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pursue all our incomplete dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;放心去飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;勇敢地挥别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Be assured to fly, to bravely bid goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;说好了这一次不掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;We've agreed not to cry this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a rough translation so that vino and Diy can understand. XD Sorry Buds for not letting you understand at first. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117263869491140676?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117263869491140676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117263869491140676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117263869491140676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117263869491140676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/weve-finally-arrived-at-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117260092878935450</id><published>2007-02-27T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:11:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arghh... It's 2.22am now, but I just got to blog about this thing that's been bugging me since most of the 01 friends went offline. There's gonna be no more of the [See you tmr!] thing before we sign out of MSN. Coz we're going to be moving on to seperate ways different jobs, NS etc.. Not much chance for a Cya tmr thing. I have no idea why I'm getting all upset about this graduation thing, coz I never felt this way even when I had to split up from my best friends in Secondary school. It's just emotions that's taking me over~ tied up in sorrows lost in my sooooul~ If you know this very old song (from my parents' era).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117260092878935450?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117260092878935450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117260092878935450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117260092878935450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117260092878935450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117258616388043395</id><published>2007-02-27T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:22:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Day Has Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's finally here, the day we've been looking forward to -- Graduation Day. But why is it that I can't feel total happiness from it? It's all because of 01. It's only the official first day after we've really graduated, but I'm beginning to miss everyone and school. Even just sitting in studio and slacking, crapping about almost everything we can think of. If I were in other classes, I think I would be absolutely happy to be freed from school, but the bonds formed in 01 is what leaves my heart lingering in school memories. 01 is absolutely the best class I've ever been part of, and it's definitely the best in graduation batch 07. (Shhhh... all you other people from other classes who are trying to say yours is the best.) Let us enjoy this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's over, Exhibition's over. It's time for a new phase in life. It's a huge world out there awaiting us, and we all got to hang in there. When the going gets tough, think of each other; we can make it through. Good luck my friends, especially bussies.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*wipes tears* getting emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117258616388043395?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117258616388043395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117258616388043395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117258616388043395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117258616388043395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-has-come-its-finally-here-day-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117121210906230654</id><published>2007-02-11T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T08:59:06.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Let's do some Mathematics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After years of losing touch from Maths, let's try to rekindle our "love" for it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; step, do some problem sums~ Take out your pencil and paper to draw some models peo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ple!  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/218415/Our%20Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/980240/Our%20Hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vino's fingers are longer than Yili's by 2 sections, and longer than Dalph's by a section. Dalph's fingers are longer than Yili's by a section. How many sections does your hand have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you even try to think about it!?!? Bwahaha.. The answer is in your han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ds~ (literally) ^^ It should be 3, well, most hands are, so if you have a different answer, maybe you're an alien XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so fun~ Whee! Anyway, what I really wanted to share was our&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chinatown Trip&lt;/span&gt;! Come on my fellow friends, you guys should really make a trip down to Chinatown and bask i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n the New Year mood! It's wonderful, though slightly crowded/tired and rather aimless coz every st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reet looks almost identical. I had a real time hard time finding out where we haven't explored. BUT thanks to street-friendly-plus-good-memory Yili, we managed to walk through nearly every alley. Woot! Cheers to you! *gets drunk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, an off-topic thing: I really can't hold my liquor well. I'm an alcoholover who can't drink much alcohol. *raises brow* Haha.. I love alcohol and trying out the different products in the market, but 99% usually ends up in my Dad &amp; Bro's tummy. Anything above 10% alcohol content is too much for me to handle (couple of sips can make me go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but not drunk.... YET &lt;/span&gt;). I should take a photo of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he drinks I've tried already; I'm sort of collecting the bottles you might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK! &lt;/span&gt;Back on topic again, let's have a photo sharing session. Too many words are hurtful for the mind Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/85694/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/18285/IMG_0248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooooh 香味 (Xiang Wei) Barbequed Pork a.k.a Ba Kwa is having a great business you might say, BUT! Look carefully, the Ba Kwa queue belongs to......... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lim Chee Guan&lt;/span&gt;! See that tiny &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; sign   a trashbin's distance away from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; van? It says [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;林&lt;/span&gt;志 源] How misleading man, the big van there. New Year's the time for Ba Kwa rivals to fight it out, and obviously Xiang wei loses by miles~~~ I got a pack of Lim Chee Guan's Ba Kwa w/o having to queue for it *loves* Thanks to Ms Future-sister-in-law. I love people who pass on the traditional taste with quality in mind and not money. Boo to those who only think of franchising to earn money and forgetting about QC. *hope i don't get sued XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/455523/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/45793/IMG_0247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The decoration is not fantastic this year, a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bleh &lt;/span&gt;in fact, but nvm, what I look for in Chinatown is the atmosphere. The decoration counts, but what matters more is your own mood. If you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy, simple things can make CNY seem a lot more fun. I'm definitely enjoying the process of awaiting for it this year, because I TOTALLY missed it last year *cries* I was a slacker and had to work throughout my new year to get my project done. I don't like the visiting part, but I love the Happy atmosphere~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so happy that my hamster wants me to pass you guys a New Year message on her behalf: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[Get a hobby people!]&lt;/span&gt;. She loves collecting the random colourful things in her wood shavings in the attic of her cage. &lt;-- Odd sentence structure, lol. By the way, she just picked up this hobby yesterday, so it's still not too late for you all to start one! Happy advanced New year! ..... really advanced I must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/61452/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/965421/IMG_0260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/21803178-117121210906230654?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117121210906230654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117121210906230654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117121210906230654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117121210906230654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-do-some-mathematics-after-years.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21803178.post-117052286978855958</id><published>2007-02-03T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:49:27.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A Day(s) I'm Thankful for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is a happy day! Went out with the SJAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;[E.I.G.H.T] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with 4 members in total only. Lol. What an irony, BUT it was great fun with just the few of us. I think the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spent quite a lot of time and effort preparing for it. So, here's a crash summary of my birthday c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tion spread over 3 days! woah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;26th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a surprise because my parents were supposed to go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my aunty for dinner and stuff so I would be the only one at home that night. But it ended up with my da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oming home at 7+-8 with a birthday cake! He said it was raining so the meeting with my aunt was cancelled. It's not exactly a planned surprise since it was an on-the-way thing, but I didn't expect it, so I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/383179/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/304934/IMG_0217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Bro and his girlfriend gave me a white Kappa slingbag when we had dinner together the week before, and it's something I like too! But due to certain reasons (I have no idea where my mum put it!!!) I can't put up a picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with one of my "bestest" friends from SJ--&gt; Mavis!!! We had a nice c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hat over a meal just like the old days. Managed to catch up on quite a huge chunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of our indivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ual lif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e and these chat sessions are really an activity I cherish. It was just the 2 of us with a nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart to heart&lt;/span&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nversation. Ooooh mushy~ Haha.. I was happy too! It wasnt an elab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orate celebration but it was a most sincere meeting. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She gave me a treat btw. Haha.. Must give her the credit here, though she doesn't know I have a blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;3rd Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The happiest day! Went out to meet Kok, Kat &amp; Pingx at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBox&lt;/span&gt;. Not exactly my cup of tea, but since it was a celebration for me and I appreciate it, I decided to go ahead. It's not tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t I detest the place, but I can't seem to sing in front of others. I think I have the bathroom singer kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life. XD Ok, back on topic: When I reached, Pingx came out to bring me in, and they started snapping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cs of me and even played Twins version of Happy Birthday! That song is hilarious because it starts n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ormal then becomes like a remix version which goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;fasterandfasterandfaster&lt;/span&gt;! You almost have no time to breathe. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd the dense me didn't realise they had decorated the place and took a seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. They had to point out before I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; realised the tremendous effort they put in to decorate the place. It wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s almost like their home already. ROFL! Their handmade gift is something I will really treasure, and now I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; planning to hang it on my wall, if only I can figure out how to. *sheepish* I do know how to do it. Just gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ve me some time to think. Ah and last but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not least, we went to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purikura, commonly known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neoprints. Something I havent done in years, but surprisingly enjoyed. It turned out pretty well. Soooo... now for the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Behind the scenes (provided by Pingx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/242537/ead22026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/683645/ead22026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/125313/ead21feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/379241/ead21feb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;The 4 of us~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/285554/ead21fb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/714196/ead21fb0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cheesecake!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/803349/ead21f7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/19320/ead21f7b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/380751/Neoprint%20for%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/917158/Neoprint%20for%20blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Wonderful Gifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/9848/Pretty%20Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/954088/Pretty%20Gift.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/14812/IMG_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/218646/IMG_0230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, I've had a really great birthday this year~ *muacks* Thanks to everyone! And I really cherish everyone sooooo much more than I've ever had. As the chinese saying goes, 经一事长一智, every experience has made me a person who cherish the people around me greatly. Perhaps my IQ didn't go up, but I do hope my EQ did. XD I really do love all of you, so do take care of yourselves so that we can be friends forever!!&lt;/span&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/21803178-117052286978855958?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117052286978855958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117052286978855958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117052286978855958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117052286978855958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/days-im-thankful-for-today-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117048910450460338</id><published>2007-02-02T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:31:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Disney uses Fairy language~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/899792/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/400/384101/06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not really into Disney's upbeat songs, but oh well, my favourite Japanese group AAA has covered it, so I ought to show some support! After listening to it, I realise the song for Cinderella is pretty hard to understand (apart from their pronounciation) because it's in fairy language! That's what we all call it in the forum. Lol~ So you guys out there who don't know what it is, let me introduce this whole new language here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BIBBIDI-BOBBIDI-BOO (THE MAGIC SONG)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sala-gadoola-menchick-bool-la&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;Put'em together and what have you got&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala-gadoola-menchick-boo-la&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;It'll do magic, believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sala-gadoola means&lt;br /&gt;And menchicka booleroo&lt;br /&gt;But the thin-a-ma-bob that does the job&lt;br /&gt;Is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala-gadoola-menchick-boo-la&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;Put'em together and what have you got&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi, Bibbidi-bobbidi&lt;br /&gt;Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dear Uno-chan takes the lead in the song (Prob coz her english is the best. She acted in the Hollywood version of  [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;] and can converse in english). Anyway, back to the song.  It's amazing how a song like this was composed. XD Doesn't really make sense, but it cheers me up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone who needs some cheering up can find/ask me for the song, I'll gladly share my joy with you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117048910450460338?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117048910450460338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117048910450460338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117048910450460338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117048910450460338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/02/disney-uses-fairy-language-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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-21803178.post-117000878262242965</id><published>2007-01-28T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:45:52.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is Fragile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought my first official post would be to bring bad news. Ever since I created this blog like months ago, there never was a post fit to be first in line; now there is, but here I am wishing it didnt happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if anyone of you heard about this Taiwanese actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;许玮伦&lt;/span&gt; (Xu Wei Lun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/1600/601269/ECMEDIAFILESGet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5990/2208/320/91974/ECMEDIAFILESGet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;许玮伦 with Rainie (posted in Rainie's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She met with an accident on Fri (26th Jan) and was in critical condition, but I only got news of this incident after she passed away today at 7:37 when all attempts to save her failed. I'm not a big fan of hers, but seeing her on TV all the time has unknowingly formed some bond between me and her, and I'm really sad for the loss of her. I'm not trying to exaggerate about my sadness now, because I really know what it's like to have a friend involved in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thought that strikes you after you know that the person is seriously injured is that of being unreal. It just doesnt seem like something concrete. After which sadness starts to engulf you. And your mind goes blank. Every thought that comes to mind after that is about the person and praying regardless of whether you have a religion. You would just wish that every and any God would try to help her. And when the doctor tells you to get prepared for the worse, everything is really just sadness and tears overflowing. Luckily for me, my friend survived, so I didnt experience the excruciating pain of losing a loved one (not losing one after I was sensible to fully understand what death is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, these made me think more about life. When I'm crossing the road I'll get reminded of how my friend was involved in the road accident and I'll be extra careful. Honestly, I've been really afraid of jay walking after that incident. Even when I'm crossing at traffic lights, I get really paranoid when some drivers drive really close and refuse to stop till they get to the pedestrian boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really precious - we might not know the meaning of it and always wonder why we have to do something [like why are there projects, submissions, etc]; but all these doesnt matter anymore. What matters is that someone else in the world cares about you and would feel deep grieve if you were to be gone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Never take life lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21803178-117000878262242965?l=irukaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/feeds/117000878262242965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21803178&amp;postID=117000878262242965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117000878262242965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21803178/posts/default/117000878262242965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irukaze.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-fragile-i-never-thought-my.html' title=''/><author><name>irukaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10244538750763945230</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></feed>
