<?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-9186082</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoLpHinS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-114985920418892701</id><published>2006-06-09T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:20:04.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Post</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since i posted on my blog, i really miss writing out my feelings...The last time i posted was like last year in october?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these days i'm just keeping everything to myself and no longer telling anything to anyone other than some small stuff like me being angry with some people , but never will i open up to people. Somehow i just can't open the door... or should i say no one can? It just seems that there is something inside , deep inside that wouldn't come out. But i'm guessing that if it comes out, it might hurt everyone around me. I'm just not being myself these days, but i guess no one would realise coz i have sortta been putting on a mask,whick sometimes just comes off after a while and for a second, someone would realise and then just call me back to the back to the mask. I guess thats the best? Not to hurt anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am seriously being weak? I just kinda feel like having a shoulder these days just to out my head on and just rest on it. I think i gonna break down in some way or another in due course. I can't take it anymore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special note is to someone has always been there this few weeks when i'm feeling very sad though i dun show. He has made me feel that i am still wanted in this world and that i can be happy, coz when i'm around him, i am, somehow or another. I really happy to have u around me coz u are really sweet and all. Specially when u accompanied me for chem tutorial when u had already gone for it the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-114985920418892701?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/114985920418892701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=114985920418892701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/114985920418892701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/114985920418892701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no Post'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-113048333869079436</id><published>2005-10-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:08:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/536/368/1600/DSC00923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/536/368/320/DSC00923.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-113048333869079436?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/113048333869079436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=113048333869079436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/113048333869079436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/113048333869079436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-113047792571965290</id><published>2005-10-28T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:38:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY ?!!</title><content type='html'>Why ,must she always say thing that hurt me and yet act as if nothing happened or that she didn't do anything?&lt;br /&gt;Why must she keep breaking my heart and therefore let the devil in my heart take over and say that i hate her so?&lt;br /&gt;Why must i do before she will understand that i really hate the way she acts and though she one once told me that i should understand others, i really CAN'T do it!?&lt;br /&gt;Her words cuts my heart bit by bit each day without herself knowing it, but even if she does know about it, will she do anything to stop it from bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;Or will she stand one side and watch me bleed to death and as it hardens each day to know that my love is not returned?&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking and yet who can hear my heart aching as drops of its tears are dripping each day?&lt;br /&gt;I love her so, BUT, does she? &lt;br /&gt;I feel like rebelling but SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, whose fault will it be? &lt;br /&gt;Hers or mine?&lt;br /&gt;It will all be my fault all over again... &lt;br /&gt;She will be the angel who had not done anything... NOTHING...&lt;br /&gt;She thinks only of herself, and who can blame her? &lt;br /&gt;not me...&lt;br /&gt;i can only stand one side and suffer the pain i feel inside with no one understanding me...&lt;br /&gt;If only there was someone... I wish... who could understand me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, there is none....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-113047792571965290?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/113047792571965290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=113047792571965290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/113047792571965290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/113047792571965290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='WHY ?!!'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-111720165193845353</id><published>2005-05-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:47:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>Love this book... Pourquoi (which means why)... its a chinese book... by Jimmy Liao.... his other books too... it has a sense of human touch in it... very good for anyone... Really love it&lt;br /&gt;here's a quote from it... translate from chinese to english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurt Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why is it that my tears,&lt;br /&gt;can only be when i hide in the dark cinema,&lt;br /&gt;then can i let it flow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why do birds not need to study? &lt;br /&gt;I'm a hundred times smarter and yet,&lt;br /&gt;I have to endure studying."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy and sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter today&lt;br /&gt;we are happy or not&lt;br /&gt;babies grow up&lt;br /&gt;adults grow old&lt;br /&gt;flowers bloom then wither&lt;br /&gt;wither then bloom again&lt;br /&gt;wind continue blowing&lt;br /&gt;rain continue falling&lt;br /&gt;clouds gathering then dispersing&lt;br /&gt;yesterday will disapppear as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will come as time passes&lt;br /&gt;the world will be not bother anyone&lt;br /&gt;the sun &lt;br /&gt;the moon&lt;br /&gt;the stars too&lt;br /&gt;so good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my fav...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;principles of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only answer is no answer!&lt;br /&gt;Having no answer is also an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason is not reason!&lt;br /&gt;Having no answer is also a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is no problem!&lt;br /&gt;Having no problem is also a problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds cute and funny right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his other books include...&lt;br /&gt;(Turn Left, Turn Right) A Chance of Sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Sound of Colours &lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-111720165193845353?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/111720165193845353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=111720165193845353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111720165193845353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111720165193845353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/05/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-111633875433482243</id><published>2005-05-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:05:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Like</title><content type='html'>The differences between love and like........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like , you get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just a beautiful winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush&lt;br /&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you can' t say everything on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy&lt;br /&gt;But in front of the person you like, you can show your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love&lt;br /&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them&lt;br /&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is cover your ears,&lt;br /&gt;But if you try to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-111633875433482243?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/111633875433482243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=111633875433482243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111633875433482243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111633875433482243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-and-like.html' title='Love and Like'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-111502156846996756</id><published>2005-05-02T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:12:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice year to be in</title><content type='html'>Long time not blogging already, almost forgot which blog to use, hahaz... &lt;br /&gt;This year is so nice!!! I love it, except for the o'levels part where i HAVE to study like crazy, yup overall so far it has been GREAT!!! &lt;br /&gt;This year, i am happy to know that i have gotten my wish of getting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:New Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:GOLD FOR SYF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:New Handphone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th:Yellow Hse 1st!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so Happy!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But i guess everything that is happy might also come with something that makes me unhappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;- Having some guy mistaken as my bf or me as their gf within the same day... ( glares at jasmine and some lousy cath high people) &lt;br /&gt;-Having my Favourite teacher leave me right after we finish our SYF&lt;br /&gt;-Getting bad results&lt;br /&gt;-liking someone... that knows i exist but dun know i like him...&lt;br /&gt;-LOTS of tuition&lt;br /&gt;-Having lots of problems with guys this year&lt;br /&gt;-CTC!!!hahaz... i guess she's the only one who can make me sulk for a whole day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 22nd, we went for our SYF, getting my instru ready, i felt someone tap me on the shoulder, who was that? Person A&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i thought he wasn't going to come, then my dearest junior, SO NICE... must say that he was my bf and i was his gf, so embarrassing. Even worse, ask him to look after her handphone larz... haiz.. in the end after we found out we got Gold, while walking out, he didn't even dare to congrat me... coz why? my junior was always near me... then later even nicer, when out of the concert hall then saw person B, congrat him then in the end wat happen? his schoolmates thought i was his gf when his gf was less then 15 metres away frm us. Arhz... is this world crazy? Must every guy i talk to be my bf? I have been trying to tell almost everyone, I DO NOT HAVE A BF, so stop asking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-111502156846996756?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/111502156846996756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=111502156846996756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111502156846996756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/111502156846996756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/05/nice-year-to-be-in.html' title='Nice year to be in'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186082.post-110463324381584298</id><published>2005-01-02T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T10:34:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaustralia Trip</title><content type='html'>hihi, I'm Back!!! After being gone for so long, i missed all my friends. But the time spent there was actually quite boring due to the long road trips and needing to take up to 5 aeroplane trips. but overall, i just love the Great Ocean Road where u could see the most sea views. i'm not sure how to put some of the pics on, so i guess i'll just put it up later, it is as big as 1700 mbs. we went to the chocolate factory, cheese factory, wineries, markets, beach, guitar stores, countryside to see the kolas and kangaroos, went to seaworld, movieworld then for food we went to eat out or my dad bought steak and saugages to grill at the hotel, it was so nice!!! i just love it when we get to eat wat my dad cooks, coz he cooks really good. Bought lots of new clothes, bags, toys and a boomerang. It is just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that in australia, u can feel so good due to the people there having a different way of seeing people frm their sizes, but some people are just cold towards many and treat you the way u are dressed.In Singapore, u are looked at by your size due to the fact that most people just think being thin is the best so they dun treat those who are a bit bigger in size well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some gifts for most of my friends i would say, but i can't really remember who i was supposed to give which gift so u'll just have to wait for me toi sort them out first... sorry... but i would say some are just plain stupid, like fortune cookies, postcards that i serious dun bear to give away, necklace,sweets and a shirt, but i dun think i'll give the shirt cause it has nothing that says it comes frm australia so i guess i'll find something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i should say the trip was great and i have no regrets going there other than the fact that i have not even started on my Holiday hw.... So byebye, till the end of the o's then will u people see me online. and i would like to say that i am not wearing my specs while writin all this so if the words look funny, please dun blame the blind dolphin here. thanx!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186082-110463324381584298?l=desiree6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/feeds/110463324381584298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186082&amp;postID=110463324381584298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/110463324381584298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186082/posts/default/110463324381584298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiree6.blogspot.com/2005/01/aaustralia-trip.html' title='Aaustralia Trip'/><author><name>cheng6666</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk0Lh6HEvOI/Se3VvzkrHBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xYNJucTghXI/S220/n504629540_764672_4414.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
