<?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-27924789</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:02:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4eva stuck</title><subtitle type='html'>4eva stuck...

in life...
in relationships...
wif choices...

...in many many many situations</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-4711427224227360773</id><published>2008-06-05T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:52:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to you, i have nothing more to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-4711427224227360773?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4711427224227360773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=4711427224227360773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Just another step till I reach the door&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you something&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Its drowning into whispers&lt;br /&gt;You're just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to take&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;br /&gt;To help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you fall, stumble down&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;If you lose faith in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-4158626083866650632?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4158626083866650632/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-6343630503867417586</id><published>2008-05-21T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:45:23.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008年05月12日，14:28。&lt;br /&gt;一个很普通的日子，很普通的时间。&lt;br /&gt;一个我们也许已遗忘的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个时候得你，在做些什么？&lt;br /&gt;我？和平时一样，还在甜梦中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008年05月12日，14:28。&lt;br /&gt;一个很普通的日子，很普通的时间。&lt;br /&gt;世界的另一端，这一天却成了他人毕生难忘的日子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上万户家庭，就在这个时候被毁灭。&lt;br /&gt;家倒了，亲人死了，心痛了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突如其来的地震。&lt;br /&gt;是天灾？是人祸？&lt;br /&gt;我想没人能答得出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一条条失去了的生命，一条条捡回来的生命。&lt;br /&gt;你学会了什么？&lt;br /&gt;人总是要失去了才懂得珍惜？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一句你我他一定有看过，听过或说过的话。&lt;br /&gt;怎么到现在还有人不明白这话的意思？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着年幼的孩童因自己生存却同时间丧失了最爱的父母而哭泣。&lt;br /&gt;我不禁落泪。&lt;br /&gt;在场的大人们只能无助地对他们说：“勇敢地活下去”&lt;br /&gt;在电脑前的我也只能捐出一点钱，希望有所帮助。&lt;br /&gt;同样在电脑前的你不如问问自己。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我能做些什么？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-6343630503867417586?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6343630503867417586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=6343630503867417586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/6343630503867417586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/6343630503867417586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;你一定要知道，还有我们。也许我们帮不到多少；可是最基本的精神鼓励，我们是有的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天临走前，你小声地跟我说的那句话，我有听到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这，我‘无声’地传回你：我也爱你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论如何，请你继续加油。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是不容易，这个我知道。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-4040401486909637001?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4040401486909637001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=4040401486909637001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/4040401486909637001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/4040401486909637001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-4186724822722152360</id><published>2008-03-20T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:26:42.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was told a shocking news today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart, i sincerely say this to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God, don't take her away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God does hear our prayers, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-4186724822722152360?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4186724822722152360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=4186724822722152360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/4186724822722152360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/4186724822722152360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-told-shocking-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-2542201367657849545</id><published>2008-03-12T03:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T04:18:14.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;周杰伦 - 我不配&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这街上太拥挤&lt;br /&gt;太多人有秘密&lt;br /&gt;玻璃上有雾气在被隐藏起过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你脸上的情绪&lt;br /&gt;在还原那场雨&lt;br /&gt;这巷弄太过弯曲走不回故事里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这日子不再绿&lt;br /&gt;又斑驳了几句&lt;br /&gt;剩下搬空回忆的我在大房子里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影院的座椅&lt;br /&gt;隔遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;感情没有对手戏你跟自己下棋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还来不及&lt;br /&gt;仔仔细细&lt;br /&gt;写下你的关于&lt;br /&gt;描述我如何愛你&lt;br /&gt;你却微笑的离我而去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉 已经不对&lt;br /&gt;我努力 在挽回&lt;br /&gt;一些些 应该体贴&lt;br /&gt;的感觉 我没给&lt;br /&gt;你嘟嘴 许的愿望很卑微&lt;br /&gt;在妥协&lt;br /&gt;是我忽略&lt;br /&gt;你不过要人陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(哦) 这感觉 已经不对&lt;br /&gt;我最后 才了解&lt;br /&gt;一页页 不忍翻阅&lt;br /&gt;的情节 你好累&lt;br /&gt;你默背 为我掉过几次泪&lt;br /&gt;多憔悴&lt;br /&gt;而我心碎 你受罪&lt;br /&gt;你的美 我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这街上太拥挤&lt;br /&gt;太多人有秘密&lt;br /&gt;玻璃上有雾气在被隐藏起过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你脸上的情绪&lt;br /&gt;在还原那场雨&lt;br /&gt;这巷弄太过弯曲走不回故事里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这日子不再绿&lt;br /&gt;又斑驳了几句&lt;br /&gt;剩下搬空回忆的我在大房子里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影院的座椅&lt;br /&gt;隔遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;感情没有对手戏你跟自己下棋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还来不及&lt;br /&gt;仔仔细细&lt;br /&gt;写下你的关于&lt;br /&gt;描述我如何愛你&lt;br /&gt;你却微笑的离我而去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉 已经不对&lt;br /&gt;我努力 在挽回&lt;br /&gt;一些些 应该体贴&lt;br /&gt;的感觉 我没给&lt;br /&gt;你嘟嘴 许的愿望很卑微&lt;br /&gt;在妥协&lt;br /&gt;是我忽略&lt;br /&gt;你不过要人陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(哦) 这感觉 已经不对&lt;br /&gt;我最后 才了解&lt;br /&gt;一页页 不忍翻阅&lt;br /&gt;的情节 你好累&lt;br /&gt;你默背 为我掉过几次泪&lt;br /&gt;多憔悴&lt;br /&gt;而我心碎 你受罪&lt;br /&gt;你的美 我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉 已经不对&lt;br /&gt;我努力 在挽回&lt;br /&gt;一些些 应该体贴&lt;br /&gt;的感觉 我没给&lt;br /&gt;你嘟嘴 许的愿望很卑微&lt;br /&gt;在妥协&lt;br /&gt;是我忽略&lt;br /&gt;你不过要人陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO 这感觉&lt;br /&gt;已经不对&lt;br /&gt;最后才了解&lt;br /&gt;多憔悴 而我心碎&lt;br /&gt;你受罪 你的美&lt;br /&gt;我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-2542201367657849545?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2542201367657849545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=2542201367657849545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/2542201367657849545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/2542201367657849545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-3399312641054052378</id><published>2008-03-12T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:40:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一个值得学习的优点：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;对人对事，都应该将心比心；一颗真诚的心&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望你知道我在说你，也在提醒你。因为这是朋友应该做的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-3399312641054052378?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-7355758915773207005</id><published>2008-03-07T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:16:51.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to those out there who feels this way, &lt;em&gt;you are not alone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si7RE4JZk1s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si7RE4JZk1s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-7355758915773207005?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7355758915773207005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>someday, i will go missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-6453053513433639313?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6453053513433639313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=6453053513433639313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/6453053513433639313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/6453053513433639313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/someday-i-will-go-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-635209695141942943</id><published>2008-02-03T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:23:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost a friend some time back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this friend recently. it turns out that all remains the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things we used to do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the places we used to go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jokes we made of each other;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the decision we made - that we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet, i lost another friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true that one can never have the 'best of both worlds'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my lost friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been searching for you. been giving you chances. why is it that you seem to be hiding away from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, our lives have been occupied with stuff. nonetheless, that is not a good reason for you to go missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is our friendship that shallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your searching friend(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-635209695141942943?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-3459415043665184220</id><published>2007-12-09T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:47:34.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人不可貌相？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不说在哪里，也不说她是谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只能‘卖个关子’：&lt;br /&gt;１。我周一至五都会见到她&lt;br /&gt;２。她虽有运动却又矮又肥&lt;br /&gt;３。我没见过她同别人一起ｌｕｎｃｈ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最最最重要的是。。。&lt;br /&gt;她不但有一张“欠扁”的脸，她对人也不诚心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是个自私自利，只要自己好的人。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我想，她的丑是‘由心而发’的。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人真的不可貌相吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸亏我身边的朋友都有张‘见得人’的脸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-3459415043665184220?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3459415043665184220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=3459415043665184220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/3459415043665184220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/3459415043665184220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-4496305002628987562</id><published>2007-11-25T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T03:30:38.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is only one way how you might lose your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-4496305002628987562?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4496305002628987562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i being sensitive or is it you who 'exerts' too much of your BAD BODY LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i couldn't tolerate another minute with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;body language does represent 60% of a person's true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-277016469788526755?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/277016469788526755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=277016469788526755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/277016469788526755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/277016469788526755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-being-sensitive-or-is-it-you-who.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-8135006641684225889</id><published>2007-07-29T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T04:39:06.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>which is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to grow wiser as we age OR were wise when as babies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always thought the former is correct; 总是会说-"都几岁了, 还不会想?" 却似乎忘了, 其实就因懂得'去想'所以才会把事情弄得很复杂.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't all things simple in the beginning? why do we have to complicate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as young adults or adults, we often place ourselves too high up. so much higher than what we actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are the true murderers of our lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time my friends and i see a kid getting so happy over a (very simple) toy, our reactions are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (roll our eyes) and say - "kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, what's wrong with them (kids)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what all of us 'originated' from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to talk about the silly things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did when young, we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. to acknowledge the silly things &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (now) are doing, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, who's the silly one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to contradict ourselves and follow our 'beliefs'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这还是想说一句话-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "每一个人的心里面都住着一个小孩".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是真的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是因为&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我们都&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不想长大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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happened. but don't forget, u contributed too. come one day u realize u have lost a friend in me, i could only say 'i am sorry'. i guess our friendship is not that strong after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; seem to be not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me: i am also very confused. i wonder if this is what everyone else calls it to be. i am afraid to know the answer actually. furthermore, i do not know how u feel about it. let us just keep it simple. what is meant to be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a further note, i do miss u people. yes, people who are still important to me but seem to be not important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have my best wishes, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what i always say; take care and stay happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. despite the above 'sad' post, i am actually happy with my life. contented. no worries &lt;strong&gt;lah. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-5596381434735366879?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5596381434735366879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=5596381434735366879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/5596381434735366879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/5596381434735366879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-often-say-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-8183009450084947546</id><published>2007-06-01T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:53:09.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was this man.&lt;br /&gt;he had money;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;he had a wife - beautiful wife;&lt;br /&gt;he had kids;&lt;br /&gt;he had a career;&lt;br /&gt;he had a house - a huge house;&lt;br /&gt;he had all that a person can ever wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, his 'little angel' appeared.&lt;br /&gt;this 'little angel' promised to give him whatever he asks for.&lt;br /&gt;because he had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this man asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;his 'little angel' did as promised and gave him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on top of that, his 'little angel' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;took away&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that this man had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a year later, this man is nobody.&lt;br /&gt;again, his 'little angel' appeared.&lt;br /&gt;this 'little angel' promises to give him whatever he asks for.&lt;br /&gt;because he have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this man asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;his 'little angel' did as promised and gave him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another half a year later, this man has turned from nobody to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;once again, his 'little angel' appeared.&lt;br /&gt;this 'little angel' promises to give him whatever he asks for.&lt;br /&gt;because he have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this man &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did not ask for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;instead, he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his 'little angel' for giving him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that a person can ever wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what have i learnt? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;treasure&lt;/strong&gt; all that i have now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think so? nah. i've learnt that long ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time, i learnt to &lt;strong&gt;appreciate &lt;/strong&gt;what i have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-8183009450084947546?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8183009450084947546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to travel...AGAIN! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first:&lt;br /&gt;no university = no future;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no future = no work;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no work = no money;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no money = no travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second:&lt;br /&gt;got university = no work;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no work = no future;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no future = no life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no life = no money;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no money = no travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTRADICTING LIFE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-5344598940305703770?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-5904775775606008924</id><published>2007-05-02T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:13:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time, i think my life is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are dreams that hard to achieve?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was prepared for it. i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i am affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is in deep shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-5904775775606008924?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27924789.post-45551353273231372</id><published>2007-04-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:38:17.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a note to one of u and a learning point for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when asking help from others, never make it sound as if the other party &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;owes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-45551353273231372?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/45551353273231372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=45551353273231372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/45551353273231372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/45551353273231372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/note-to-one-of-u-and-learning-point-for.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-7059845715820134575</id><published>2007-03-20T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:02:24.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found a new meaning in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;language &lt;em&gt;structure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm saying.&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogItemPermalinkURL$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-7059845715820134575?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7059845715820134575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=7059845715820134575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/7059845715820134575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/7059845715820134575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-found-new-meaning-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-9038491230998328930</id><published>2007-03-05T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:08:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; finally done with being a polytechnic student! people (good and bad) around me have been 'reminiscing' about their (again, good and bad) life they 'breezed through' in a blink of eye. not wanting to be 'left out', let me go along with the flow and do the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;kicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;off is Sem 1.1. peaceful, pure, innocent and harmless. made great friends in this class; with them still some of my very close friends. everything seemed so simple at that time. entered poly, made friends, attend ALL lectures and tutorials, did ALL tutorials, worked hard for projects and studied like nobody's business for exams. sounds boring? yeah. but i would love it if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you agree it was SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; goes on, so here's Sem 1.2. CHILDISH. nothing much that i can recall of about this class. only one. the people in this class, i really wonder how did they manage to enter poly. did they leave their brains with their PRIMARY SCHOOL or anything along this line? my. CHILDISH. some of you may be wondering, what actually happened? well, if you peeps can remember those (long long long ago) days when you and another person of the opposite sex get kinda 'close' because you APPEAR TO BE STUCKED WITH EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME, and the people around you INSIST HE/SHE IS YOUR OTHER HALF...you would probably have understood what i am trying to get to. that was exactly what happened! everyday, EVERYDAY, they will ask if XXX is my boyfriend. everyday, EVERYDAY, i have to deal with these idiots' 'never-once-boring' question. alright, i know what you peeps are thinking of. everyday, EVERYDAY, my answer is a straight NO! definitely NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;, the GOOD deserves the GOOD! Sem 2.1. say CHOCOLATE, think CHOCOLATE, smell CHOCOLATE, taste CHOCOLATE, hear CHOCOLATE, feel CHOCOLATE. yes! CHOCOLATE! strangely but thankfully, two fantastic friends i made in this class were previously from the same class in Sem 1.1. i believe it's fate. to the two of you (read: you know who you are), WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! haha. sounds kinda *ahem*. but, i love it that way. LOVE IT, LOVE THEM. fate brought us together, chocolate (note: because i am not a PAID SPOKESPERSON of the chocolate brand, i shall keep it CONFIDENTIAL) binded us. for the first time, i actually enjoy 'working overtime' (even though there was no extra pay)! you, you and you (again, you know who you are)! thanks for making it happen; to make it that fun and to help train me attain the best figure (due to all that laughing) i ever had YET. thanks, closies. i hereby crown Sem 2.1, "THE BEST OF MY POLY LIFE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;was prepared to die for another class similar to the one i had in Sem 2.1. i mean, what best other way to end my poly years happily? as the saying goes, 风水轮流转. in English simply means the GOOD does not stay for GOOD. i would not even call it a class. i am about to prove to you why. warning: i was STUCK with 'THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE OR ANIMALS OR WHAT-SO-EVER THAT YOU WANT TO CALL IT' for THREE SEMESTERS! first, there are the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;second, there are the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMALS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;third, there are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SINGLETON SKELETONS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(just thought it ryhmes! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;do i need to explain further? the word has said it all!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to name a few; somebody with an OUTSTANDING ASSET so so so look-alike of a &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt;. another with a VOCAL LANGUAGE that could only be comparable with a &lt;strong&gt;DOG&lt;/strong&gt;. some others with a SKILL that is most likely learnt from a &lt;strong&gt;SNAKE&lt;/strong&gt;. trying hard to understand what i have said? curious to know who i am referring to? i am all ready to explain if you ask. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGLETON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SKELETONS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;okay. here, i refer to human beings. they are people who are no different from you and me, but they are INTERESTINGLY 'anti-social' (as defined by many of us). how should i phrase my sentences? let's just say they prefer to LIVE IN THEIR OWN WORLD. yeah, i think that is the BEST explanation for their weird actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; makes me a PART OF THEM? by posting this entry, i am &lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;ING about 'THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE OR ANIMALS OR WHAT-SO-EVER THAT YOU WANT TO CALL IT'. man 'originated' from &lt;strong&gt;ANIMALS&lt;/strong&gt;. i enjoy sleeping so much like a &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt;. i can bark like a &lt;strong&gt;DOG&lt;/strong&gt; (both cute and fierce). a member of my family was born in the year of the &lt;strong&gt;SNAKE&lt;/strong&gt;. i am a certified &lt;strong&gt;SINGLETON&lt;/strong&gt; for having the 'single status'. i am, at the moment, dieting my way to a figure like a &lt;strong&gt;SKELETON&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; entry ends as how my poly life ended. DRAMATIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; all, folks!&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/27924789-9038491230998328930?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9038491230998328930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=9038491230998328930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/9038491230998328930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/9038491230998328930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-116973021172604435</id><published>2007-01-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:03:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't believe it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;utterly disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you trying to prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm warning you: leave me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-116973021172604435?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116973021172604435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=116973021172604435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116973021172604435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116973021172604435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-couldnt-believe-it-was-you.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-116962847367404913</id><published>2007-01-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:47:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i received this and i think it's worth sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it did not decrease in value&lt;/span&gt;. It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt&lt;/span&gt; by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We feel as though we are worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt; to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-116962847367404913?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116962847367404913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=116962847367404913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116962847367404913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116962847367404913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-received-this-and-i-think-its-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-116940640072622788</id><published>2007-01-22T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:54:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;breaking down&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;out of place&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no one understands&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;runaway&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lock yourself&lt;/span&gt; in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; feels all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be like &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; left out&lt;/span&gt; in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no one's there&lt;/span&gt; to save you&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;somebody else&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left out&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;big fake smiles&lt;/span&gt; and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; feels all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be like &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left out&lt;/span&gt; in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no one's there&lt;/span&gt; to save you&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt; straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Never had to work&lt;/span&gt; it was always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left ou&lt;/span&gt;t in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no one's there&lt;/span&gt; to save you&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left out&lt;/span&gt; in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no one's there&lt;/span&gt; to save you&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; don't know&lt;/span&gt; what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-116940640072622788?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116940640072622788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=116940640072622788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116940640072622788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116940640072622788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-plan-welcome-to-my-life-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-116940546509927983</id><published>2007-01-22T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:47:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 seems to be escaping,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 trying to push another 1 in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stuck in between,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 1 trying to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 escaped,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 wanting to escape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 succeeds in pushing another 1 in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 1 enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;3... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 escapes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 remains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 1 stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 is still a better number. congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life - full of people or full of tricks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-116940546509927983?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116940546509927983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=116940546509927983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116940546509927983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116940546509927983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-were-3.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-116818343403097220</id><published>2007-01-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:24:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>umm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the people around me changing so quickly that i kind of &lt;em&gt;dont know&lt;/em&gt; them anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i still stuck in my own life and so, i'm unable to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as the saying goes - 'the only thing constant is change'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogItemPermalinkURL$"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-116818343403097220?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116818343403097220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=116818343403097220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116818343403097220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/116818343403097220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/umm-ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-115966256891464829</id><published>2006-10-01T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T08:31:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects done.&lt;br /&gt;exams over.&lt;br /&gt;results finalized.&lt;br /&gt;holidays enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do i do now?&lt;br /&gt;u may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm enjoying my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-115966256891464829?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115966256891464829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=115966256891464829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/115966256891464829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/115966256891464829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-115099955022007827</id><published>2006-06-23T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:20:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me frens have been asking me to blog something. think n think, like nothing much. so, i finally thought of something to complain about the way i live my life now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honest, i dunno why am i so STRESSED over projects now. sucks lor. everyday no matter how much 'fun' i have, the word PROJECTS can just kill me!!! ARGH!!! so damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicia said last friday when we met for swimming, "now hor, i am so afraid of receiving smses. it will only be for projects!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY! now my life hor, no more fun. only projects...projects...PROJECTS!!! idiot. after bout 2 and a little more years at TP, i can only conclude that TP sucks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den hor, TP also not really that bad lah. at least i made great friends - FROM PREVIOUS CLASSES! nope, not trying to shoot at 1 particular class, though i do make some marvellous friends from that class. at the end of the day, can only say that THAT PARTICULAR CLASS is HORRIBLE! i hate that class. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah! didn't expect me to be able to come up with so much crap. haha. anyway, if any of you not pleased with what i post. then too bad so sad lor. before saying anything, ask yourself - this blog belongs to who?! yeah, stumped right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not crapping anymore. back to my life, the thing that i am still stuck with - PROJECTS! this will be over soon. it must be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/mainorarchivepage&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-115099955022007827?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115099955022007827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=115099955022007827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/115099955022007827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/115099955022007827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/heh-me-frens-have-been-asking-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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-27924789.post-114962314501102494</id><published>2006-06-07T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:18:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my blog is kicking up and alive. have fun reading ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, must say before i post anything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog 只属个人意见，my blog 不代表他人立场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/2949/320/Photo-0042.0.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27924789-114962314501102494?l=stuck-in-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114962314501102494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27924789&amp;postID=114962314501102494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/114962314501102494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27924789/posts/default/114962314501102494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuck-in-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/heh-peeps-finally-my-blog-is-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>w3n©y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488498212290856346</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>
