<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ANQXg_eSp7ImA9Wx9XEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363</id><updated>2011-01-05T12:29:50.641+08:00</updated><title>26th.day.of.summer</title><subtitle type='html'>♥ a place where thoughts are kept unkempt. 
i give meanings and colors to my life, not the other way round. 
a memoir, actually.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>404</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQBSHk8fyp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-4127954787172712341</id><published>2010-12-29T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:05:59.777+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:05:59.777+08:00</app:edited><title>depressing melancoly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'&lt;b&gt;angelic sister&lt;/b&gt;' she calls me, in the most sarcastic tone. if that is the &lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt; i am getting, hell yea, im taking it in. awkward, but that is what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;im sick of carrying my whole world with me all the time. on my back, on my mind, in my heart. it weights my heart down. it has made me heavy. if i dont leave some of it behind, i will end up with a broken back, probably with a broken heart along with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;blood will never be &lt;i&gt;thinner&lt;/i&gt; than water. but that is what it is now. ego takes over the only person that i am legally &lt;i&gt;blood-tied &lt;/i&gt;to. but hey, without the realization from deep inside her heart, things could never change. and so be it. i am helpless. go on, that is the way to happiness. i suppose.&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/6470070054923464363-4127954787172712341?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4127954787172712341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/depressing-melancoly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4127954787172712341?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4127954787172712341?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/depressing-melancoly.html' title='depressing melancoly'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQARXs7eip7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-1529393497057787408</id><published>2010-12-28T11:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:05:44.502+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:05:44.502+08:00</app:edited><title>this.broken.melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;today, we are &lt;i&gt;one&amp;amp;ahalfyear-old&lt;/i&gt; together. rock bottom is where my day began; sat there, waiting for the green light to appear right beside your name, or the blinking orange light when messages came through. well, it wasnt a good sign where we are, but it certainly is true--the whole journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;, i call &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt;, the broken melody. because it sounded right. we were not like the very ideal of partners. we were not in the best situations always. we are just like day&amp;amp;night, sometimes we just dont meet at any point. but &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; just sound right, together. i dont know how, but after all, we are in love. that is the whole point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i recalled what he said on &lt;i&gt;christmas eve&lt;/i&gt;, just the other day. i secretly embed the whole thing and play it over and over again in my mind like it is the only thing that matters all my life. it will forever be remembered, up until that very day it all becomes my &lt;i&gt;happily-ever-after &lt;/i&gt;story. i didnt expect that to come from you, dont know why. but you always seem to give me surprises at times i could not expect. that is good, catching me offguard, but good in terms of making me smile like a lunatic all throughout. even long after that very short moments that will stay on my memory, &lt;b&gt;for life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i love you, from the bottom of my heart, my &lt;i&gt;gangsta&lt;/i&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TRwffPNNnkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5FLwArfp1hw/s320/162708_10150355823785623_890605622_16168841_4545610_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556350661786705474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;a picture taken on a typical weekend ride. &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt;, for real. no pretense, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;happy&lt;b&gt; 18th&lt;/b&gt; monthsary, &lt;i&gt;darling&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-1529393497057787408?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1529393497057787408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thisbrokenmelody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1529393497057787408?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1529393497057787408?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thisbrokenmelody.html' title='this.broken.melody'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TRwffPNNnkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5FLwArfp1hw/s72-c/162708_10150355823785623_890605622_16168841_4545610_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQERXY-fip7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-1683156659639956717</id><published>2010-12-27T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:05:04.856+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:05:04.856+08:00</app:edited><title>one &amp; a half year tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;it is just another day. at work. yes, but for me another day of being a thing is not easy. and for tomorrow, i am giving another big big love to a bigger day (&lt;i&gt;than others, although everyday is such big days for us&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;tomorrow, i cant believe we are so far past that one year dot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;let us see what more we can achieve! cheers! xoxo&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/6470070054923464363-1683156659639956717?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1683156659639956717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-half-year-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1683156659639956717?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1683156659639956717?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-half-year-tomorrow.html' title='one &amp; a half year tomorrow'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYBQ3c_cCp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-1059090506902038800</id><published>2010-12-23T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:02:32.948+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:02:32.948+08:00</app:edited><title>...with intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i suppose you could fill in the word of your desire on the dots in my title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;just thought of sharing this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how hello is always accompanied with good-bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how remembering good memories can make you cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how forever never seems to really last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how much you’d lose if you forgot your past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how friends can just leave you when you’re down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how when you need someone there never around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how people can change and think there so much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how many lies can be packed into one love letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how people can forgive even tho they cant forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how one night can attain of so much regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how crazy and ironic life turns out to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the funniest part of all is that none of that seems funny to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;--&lt;b&gt;Heather Noble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;have a really good week, everyone! xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-1059090506902038800?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1059090506902038800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-intentions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1059090506902038800?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1059090506902038800?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-intentions.html' title='...with intentions'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcGRno_fSp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-5735023717730640617</id><published>2010-12-22T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:00:27.445+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:00:27.445+08:00</app:edited><title>pushy isnt good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;how many times do we forgive someone just because we dont wanna lose them, even though they dont deserve our forgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if i die tonight, i dont want to know that you said you missed me. i dont want my family to know that there are important people in my life that are no longer in my life anymore. remember what i said about taking the wrong path. this might be just one example of what i was referring to. i will know who really misses me when i pass. i know who will always love me. i know people who i will always love in return and who i will always return for. dont cry, if i die tonight. dont scream. dont even think. like when i am living. i think a lot. and that has obviously made me miserable for the longest time. just, live.&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/6470070054923464363-5735023717730640617?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5735023717730640617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/pushy-isnt-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5735023717730640617?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5735023717730640617?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/pushy-isnt-good.html' title='pushy isnt good'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcFRnw6cCp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-375908881144418356</id><published>2010-12-17T11:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:00:17.218+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T16:00:17.218+08:00</app:edited><title>gasoline rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;i am still so naive; i know pretty much what i like and dislike. but please, dont ask me who i am. a passionate, fragmentary girl, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;that that="" when="" you="" kiss="" someone="" and="" everything="" around="" becomes="" hazy="" the="" only="" thing="" in="" focus="" is="" this="" person="" realize="" re="" supposed="" to="" for="" rest="" of="" your="" one="" moment="" get="" amazing="" gift="" want="" laugh="" cry="" because="" feel="" so="" lucky="" found="" it="" scared="" will="" go="" away="" all="" at="" same=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="words" style="font: normal normal bold 1.1em/normal Georgia, serif; line-height: 1.5; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;that thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(51, 102, 153); font: normal normal bold 4em/0 Georgia, serif; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.45em; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16.8px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;--Drew Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/that&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-375908881144418356?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/375908881144418356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/gasoline-rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/375908881144418356?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/375908881144418356?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/gasoline-rainbows.html' title='gasoline rainbows'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cDRXg-cCp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-710946884262570130</id><published>2010-12-15T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:37:54.658+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T14:37:54.658+08:00</app:edited><title>floating vibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;eventually, you just give up on everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;if you &lt;strong&gt;really knew me,&lt;/strong&gt; you would realize im not the girl i was before. &lt;em&gt;i have been hurt, walked all over, used, and rejected&lt;/em&gt;. if you really knew me darling, you would know that i trusted you enough to let you into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;shut up,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; grow some balls and stop feeding me your words. i dont need a &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;single word&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you say if it mean nothing to you what it meant to me. i hope you are happy though, poking through other people's life and just trying to make a mess out of happy people around. &lt;i&gt;hmmph&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;i think that relying on another person is the worst thing you can do. so i try not to. at the time it might seem like you have finally found the right person to fall back on and put your whole life into, but when they dont want that responsibility anymore everything will just come crashing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;...just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;i do rely on people a lot, and on a lot of different people. i try to act tough, but sometimes at the most inappropriate times. the girl inside of me isnt just going to let me pull through hard times being alone. i just dont want to. i choose to share. what, is that a sin? i think not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-710946884262570130?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/710946884262570130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/floating-vibes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/710946884262570130?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/710946884262570130?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/floating-vibes.html' title='floating vibes'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkENQX8_eSp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-5134920148980475332</id><published>2010-12-15T11:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:31:30.141+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-30T14:31:30.141+08:00</app:edited><title>my repertoire, lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;see i was always taught that boy meets girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;fall in love get married and forgets the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;9 months later, a sweet baby’s on the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;kiss her on the cheek and life OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;anonymous&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;i do not understand how, at the most desperate of times i somehow find the strength to cling onto life and simply embrace it. i can suddenly go from the desperation of negativity and hopelessness to the euphoria of optimism and possibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;isnt that crazy? am i the only one? im &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; in these situations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="so_ie_doesnt_treat_this_as_inline" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsjustindie.tumblr.com/" title="It's Just Indie" class="post_avatar" id="post_avatar_2488770025" style="text-align: justify;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); display: block; width: 64px; height: 64px; position: absolute; left: -85px; top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; border-top-left-radius: 6px 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px 6px; border-bottom-right-radius: 6px 6px; border-bottom-left-radius: 6px 6px; 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line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i am in love with my boyfriend. we have been dating for close to 18 months now. i love him with all my heart, but i am starting to miss the world sometimes, the idea of being &lt;/span&gt;out&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; there. i dont know why.  i dont know what to do anymore. what is wrong with me and  what am i thinking? how can i even be so unaware of the very state that we are in right now, whether it is going through the long haul or not. i am really unsure. he is just so confident with everything, like even when the sky is about to fall off. yea, maybe he might be able to just push everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;hell-away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; with his very big temper and stance, but hey, i dont know if i could go through these days without fearing for the future. &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-6942614987083370053?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6942614987083370053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/contagious-radiation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/6942614987083370053?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/6942614987083370053?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/contagious-radiation.html' title='contagious radiation'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMNQ3c6fip7ImA9Wx9QFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-5779215387384156344</id><published>2010-12-14T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:21:32.916+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-27T15:21:32.916+08:00</app:edited><title>my boyfriend says</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;...a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;some of it makes me fly, some of it makes me wanna just go bang a wall. but things he says, i can smile or cry the whole time thinking about it. it is bad, when i come to think of it. it makes me fear for the worse, and laugh like a hippy. i dont know what is reality and what is a dream anymore, sometimes. he just makes and breaks me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;im giving this whole lot of shit a longer time. for whatever, im not sure. i just want to. i think i just couldnt think of a reason to leave, and that is bad. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;the &lt;b&gt;me &lt;/b&gt;before? &lt;i&gt;pfft&lt;/i&gt;. i would bail at the slightest discomfort, the slightest boredom, the slightest annoyance. but this? too much, and yet im going through it all. it is the harshes thing to have ever happen i would say, but i just dont know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;what the hell ?!&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/6470070054923464363-5779215387384156344?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5779215387384156344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-boyfriend-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5779215387384156344?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5779215387384156344?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-boyfriend-says.html' title='my boyfriend says'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcGSXk6cCp7ImA9Wx9RFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-8769853898531445779</id><published>2010-12-13T16:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:13:48.718+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-16T14:13:48.718+08:00</app:edited><title>read:one-hello-world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;it is one hell of a world out there. we have got to stand firm and prove our points if we were to exist, and not just being. accomplish small tasks as if they were great&amp;amp;noble, everybody! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;im nostalgic for the hands which never intertwined and cheeks never blush and feelings never understood, but mostly, for the love that was never shared. i have taken up falling in love with rivers and mountains and other beautiful things when we could not find each other, and then the dreams that i have exploded with words i thought for everything. so many things in life we all could have had interest in. most of us knows things, but not a lot knows most things i realize. it is a scary world out there. there is just too much to know, to learn, to be happy and at the same time afraid of. it shocks me to find out about new things every single day, and it still amazes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;everything happens for a reason. people change, so you can learn to let go. things go wrong so you can learn to appreciate them when they go right. you believe lies so that you will eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and hopefully your other half, or however that goes. and sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together. this is often said, but not many can actually do and believe just that. i think we might as well just go on living in this hell of a world, good or bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-8769853898531445779?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8769853898531445779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/readone-hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/8769853898531445779?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/8769853898531445779?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/readone-hello-world.html' title='read:one-hello-world'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUNQX85eCp7ImA9Wx9REk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-5887123078847979438</id><published>2010-12-12T23:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:51:30.120+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-13T16:51:30.120+08:00</app:edited><title>endlessly fascinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;i am a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;i have a mouth that will ramble on for days about what i believe, about why you are wrong, about why i am right. i have a mouth that will ramble on about how i should and shouldnt be treated. i have a mentality of a age that is not my own, the number fluctuates like stockmarket. i have the body of a  girl. i have a heart of a woman who is loved before, who has been hurt before. i have a mind that has seen this and witnessed that. i have these ears that has heard my crying late at night. i have these eyes, these eyes that have witnessed my own hurting, these eyes that has witnessed my growth, these eyes that have witnessed my success, these eyes that have witnessed everything i have felt, everything i have dealt with physically, verbally, and mentally. i have this heart that has never been broken, but has always been sewn back together. i have these knees that have let me fall but have let me stand all over again. i have these hands that have wiped my tears at night when i thought everything in the world was gone and done with. i am strong which is why i am a bitch. i am sensitive which is why i care so much for things that i bug all the time. i am passionate which is why i put my love into something full force no stopping. i am quiet which is why i have so many thoughts running through my mind because they have not yet to be expressed verbally, only mentally. i am loud when needed because i do not take shit from anyone because i believe i deserve the best. i am insecure but that doesnt mean i am not confident in other ways. i am everything i come off to be and everyone that has hurt me, abandoned me, pushed me away has made me. made me stronger, made me even more of a bitch, made me even more of a person who wont take shit from anyone, and has made me into a person who knows exactly what she is worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so, call me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; again. shame on you. a&lt;i&gt; bitch&lt;/i&gt; is this, and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-5887123078847979438?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5887123078847979438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/endlessly-fascinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5887123078847979438?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5887123078847979438?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/endlessly-fascinating.html' title='endlessly fascinating'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YGQHw8cSp7ImA9Wx9RE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-8296619896395630390</id><published>2010-12-12T17:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:52:01.279+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-15T11:52:01.279+08:00</app:edited><title>kampung days over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;there is a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, but it is not giving up. it is only realizing that you dont need certain people and their crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are going to lose people in your life, no matter what. and i realize no matter how much time you spend with them, or how much you appreciate them or tells them so, it will never seem like it will ever be enough. eventually, people leaves. and you start a new cycle all over again. one thing for sure, being able to have certain people in your life, without the consideration of time and love spent, is a blessing in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some people in life that makes you laugh a little louder, smile a little wider, and live a little bit better. no matter how little, it is definitely better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ps&lt;/b&gt;: it has been great having a getaway weekend at the suburb, where it is almost like a whole new world and i get to find/know new stuff almost daily. im blessed to have the best of both worlds, old &amp;amp; new. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-8296619896395630390?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/8296619896395630390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/kampung-days-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/8296619896395630390?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/8296619896395630390?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/kampung-days-over.html' title='kampung days over'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcCQnc8cCp7ImA9Wx9REk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-1729749086103647417</id><published>2010-12-10T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:47:43.978+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-13T16:47:43.978+08:00</app:edited><title>i dreamt. good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...dreams that brought back memories im not so fond of. dreams that wakes you up and leaves you in no state to be having anymore slumber. dreams, that wakes sorrow. *&lt;i&gt;gahh&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i even lie in my diaries. i embellish things and write my feelings out of proportion. in reality, i am a simple content girl with a decent looking future. but my diary doesnt have to &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; know that. sometimes i write what i wish i felt. and that progresses into something tangible, &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;life is not bad at all, if we could all stop exaggerating. but everybody exaggerates. that is why life is so hard for us. those who take it easy feels life as it is, taking chances and being free from projections from the bad side of the mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have so many violent emotions for you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;it is you. it has always been you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;i guess i just realized this, quite odd but rather late. dont you think? since you are not quite new to me anymore my dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-1729749086103647417?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1729749086103647417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dreamt-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1729749086103647417?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1729749086103647417?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dreamt-good.html' title='i dreamt. good?'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04AQ3c7cCp7ImA9Wx9REk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-4405958740638633674</id><published>2010-12-09T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:32:22.908+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-13T14:32:22.908+08:00</app:edited><title>definitely maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;you want the truth? well, here it is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;"&gt;eventually, you will forget it all. first you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Pythagorean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;"&gt;theorem. you especially forget everything you didnt really learn, but just memorized the night before. you forget the names of all but one or two of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;"&gt; teachers, and eventually you forget those, too. you forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. and eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seem indelible, just fade away. you forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. who went to a good college. who threw the best parties. who had the most friends. you forget all of them. even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you eventually did. they are the last to go. then, once you have &lt;i&gt;forgotten enough&lt;/i&gt;, you love someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;someone who is gonna stay, now and forevermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px;" &gt;that, in &lt;b&gt;perpetual existence&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-4405958740638633674?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4405958740638633674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/definitely-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4405958740638633674?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4405958740638633674?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/definitely-maybe.html' title='definitely maybe'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QFQn8-eip7ImA9Wx9SGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-6938470498635282651</id><published>2010-12-09T13:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:21:53.152+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-09T15:21:53.152+08:00</app:edited><title>inevitably misread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;owh emm gee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; could you please not follow every single thing that i do just because you cannot get over the fact that everybody has a past, girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; "&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; "&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;boyfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; "&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; parents,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;! for goodness sake! i suggest you get the hint and leave me alone, and not make yourself look even worse than now. i pity you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; "&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;? because you could not let go. appreciate what you have now, dont go looking for faults and everything else could come in and happy ending ensures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this may be an odd question, but do you know what you are doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;let me tell you what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;after all these while if you still dont get it, or wont ever get it, im out of this mess. like since forever. i dont even care what you do with your life anymore. just. leave. me. alone. &lt;i&gt;thankyou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-6938470498635282651?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/6938470498635282651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/inevitably-misread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/6938470498635282651?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/6938470498635282651?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/inevitably-misread.html' title='inevitably misread'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAARHc6fSp7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-2394713658973033626</id><published>2010-12-08T11:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:29:05.915+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-12T23:29:05.915+08:00</app:edited><title>sophisticated, not complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i like you, no, i love you. you put up with all my bullshit, darling. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is just a slogan. the relationship, the person you have, is &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. i have been waking up in the middle of the night with horrid feelings of un-ending un-sureness. but yet, he is still the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;i guess he is that one person who will always be in my heart, he is that person who i would like to keep for the rest of my life. he is that person who i will always love, and will never have the will and strength to move on from. he is that person who i will always remember of making me feel special and of believing in me when no one else would. he is that person who will always make me giddy and make me smile brightly and widely. he is that person who will always understand me, or try to(?). he is that person who i will always get along with(&lt;i&gt;by hook or by crook&lt;/i&gt;). he is that person who i cant imagine my life without. he is that person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;yiktian&lt;/b&gt; is that one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-2394713658973033626?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2394713658973033626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/sophisticated-not-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/2394713658973033626?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/2394713658973033626?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/sophisticated-not-complicated.html' title='sophisticated, not complicated.'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEBSHk5fyp7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-4687512978997487823</id><published>2010-12-05T21:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:27:39.727+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-12T23:27:39.727+08:00</app:edited><title>raising the bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;recently i have started to familiarize with some awesome online games! &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dragonica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;infinite aion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, both are very interesting and im hooked! in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dragonica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i chose to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;archer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in it and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; named myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cocoracha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; wootz&lt;/span&gt;. lately it is all that i play. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;infinite aion&lt;/span&gt; is so graphically beautiful, (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you could have wings like angels in it and fly gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) but i have been neglecting it for a bit just to catch up with levels in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dragonica&lt;/span&gt;. pathetic, talking about online games, like now, but i havent been playing anything online all my life. like, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;. therefore, bear with me on future posts about me telling you my progress in those &lt;i&gt;godawfully&lt;/i&gt;-addictive games. teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TQB4AAh9SLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RhaAUHv8WFQ/s320/Dragonica_Poster_English.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548566682458212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;well, this isnt the best poster i could find but these are the main &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; types of characters. &lt;/span&gt;lol. &lt;i&gt;magician&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;archer&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;warrior&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;priest&lt;/i&gt;. then, each evolves into something else in higher levels. okay, i know i sound so immature talking about this game but yes, it is addictive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;try it! &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/6470070054923464363-4687512978997487823?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4687512978997487823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/raising-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4687512978997487823?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4687512978997487823?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/raising-bow.html' title='raising the bow'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TQB4AAh9SLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RhaAUHv8WFQ/s72-c/Dragonica_Poster_English.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGQHY5cSp7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-7013985837948782818</id><published>2010-12-03T12:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:28:41.829+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-12T23:28:41.829+08:00</app:edited><title>despicable me, yeah me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;friendship isnt about who you have known the longest. it is about who came and never left. it is always misleading, how your defenses left low on a friendship turns out to eat you alive. making you believe less. nowadays, with internet-&lt;i&gt;everythingeverything,&lt;/i&gt; people add or delete with complete ease. easily mistaken for garbage piled at the bin. you can crap the hell out at a person, and act as they never existed the next minute. how fragile is the meaning of friendship now? do they even bear enough significance to continue being used for the sake of fake human emotions? &lt;b&gt;pfft&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i, personally am truly disappointed by these acts that i have experienced first-hand and has also seen happened to people around me. so i would strongly recommend to give yourselves a higher emotional defense before letting anybody in, and i truly mean &lt;b&gt;anybody&lt;/b&gt;. there will never be any harm to be more cautious and even rude(&lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt;) when it comes to guarding your trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-7013985837948782818?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7013985837948782818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/despicable-me-yeah-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/7013985837948782818?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/7013985837948782818?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/despicable-me-yeah-me.html' title='despicable me, yeah me.'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAMR3s5fSp7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-977642278535145073</id><published>2010-12-01T15:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:29:46.525+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-12T23:29:46.525+08:00</app:edited><title>first of december</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my black ribbon ring is officially broken and lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. the one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; ring that i have liked. happy first of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 15.6px;"&gt;december&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; people! it is the last month of the year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 15.6px;"&gt;2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and major panic for another new year is coming! how time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;again, it is about time(&lt;i&gt;all over again&lt;/i&gt;). heck it was always about time. nothing else. what is there to complain when it has always been static, it is only us changing? time has just been going on and on and on, doing its mundane routine, or job, or whatever it is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you are lucky enough to be different, dont ever change. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-&lt;b&gt;taylor swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-977642278535145073?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/977642278535145073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-of-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/977642278535145073?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/977642278535145073?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-of-december.html' title='first of december'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MCQXw5cCp7ImA9Wx9SF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-1387193486255941721</id><published>2010-11-30T11:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:04:20.228+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-08T16:04:20.228+08:00</app:edited><title>wasting youth away.not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so here i am. my fingers are running over the keys of time, the proof of time at least. noting things that i thought and saw and hear and feel. my words are slowed by time they are deliberate and cautious. i would love to report to time itself that i have figured it out, that humanity in me has managed to learn something, anything. i must unfortunately report that the atrocities of the past are only being reinvented, modernized and sold as something new to fresh minds who dont know any better. probably like me, i might still be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it has become apparent that no matter the warnings of our past we are fated. so here it is, my letter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;dear time&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont know if you can hear me, but i can see you. i have seen the darkness left in your eyes from the hatred of mankind. i have also seen your hope this time we will get it right. i know how vastly insignificant i am, especially considering your infinite nature. one sigh from you is a hundred lifetimes. i know. i am writing to tell you that i didnt want to live forever like it is infinite. i just wanna live &lt;b&gt;enough&lt;/b&gt;. just enough, nothing more. i want enough time for my childhood(&lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt;), my youth(&lt;i&gt;i hope&lt;/i&gt;) and my future to live. these, i pledge to you. dont give up on me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;signed with utmost reverence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;lainelwk&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nov2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont know if this counts as a wish, or a hope or what. but it is something i had wanted to look/read back one day. to know that i have fulfilled or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-1387193486255941721?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/1387193486255941721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/wasting-youth-awaynot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1387193486255941721?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/1387193486255941721?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/wasting-youth-awaynot.html' title='wasting youth away.not!'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8CRngyeip7ImA9Wx9REUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-4984869443983620798</id><published>2010-11-29T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:31:07.692+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-12T23:31:07.692+08:00</app:edited><title>jing-a-ling-a-ling-a-linggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yeay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;! (&lt;i&gt;genuine joy&lt;/i&gt;) christmas in in a month time! cant wait! what are your christmas wish this year? as for myself, im asking for a lot of things. it isnt about being greedy, but at least something gets granted in the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;last year, i went for christmas carolling. this year, i didnt manage to join any practise and meetings. emarald is in the middle of her struggle for &lt;b&gt;stpm. &lt;/b&gt;it is not very nice going without her. (&lt;i&gt;not sarcastic, this is sincere&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so, here is to the whole &lt;i&gt;advent season&lt;/i&gt;. happy times! always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TP81ht75cVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NXKkp1Hf6bA/s320/christmas-wreath.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 292px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548212119326519634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-4984869443983620798?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/4984869443983620798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/jing-ling-ling-linggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4984869443983620798?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/4984869443983620798?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/jing-ling-ling-linggg.html' title='jing-a-ling-a-ling-a-linggg'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TP81ht75cVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NXKkp1Hf6bA/s72-c/christmas-wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8FQnw7fSp7ImA9Wx9SGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-7030389981617863826</id><published>2010-11-28T22:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:40:13.205+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-08T18:40:13.205+08:00</app:edited><title>november28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;it hasnt been any fancy shmancy date kinda day, but there is lots of laughter and love all round. that is what that matters i guess, to get you through to the next day. i grew up fables fed by disney fairytale stories, like these;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TPJtR-lp-kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IQ49HDXFoqI/s1600/Disney_Princesses_Grand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TPJtR-lp-kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IQ49HDXFoqI/s320/Disney_Princesses_Grand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614246872644162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i bet a lot of you too. i have always had admiration of characters in those fairytales, yes, not envy, just admiration for the stories of somebody's life perhaps, that inspired each and every piece of these fables to be written and made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i have watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangled&lt;/span&gt;, an adaptation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rapunzel&lt;/span&gt;- the princess who has magic long hair. there is just so much you can comment on a movie, which i think most of it you would be keeping in your heart. the interpretations, the warmth that you felt right out of a heartwarming one, those sensitive points in the movie that touched your heart and feelings and only you and you alone could feel it for yourself. yes, i am being very emo right now talking about all these, but yes again, i feel compelled to put these thoughts and pictures in here for this. just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i lovvvvvvvve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maximus &lt;/span&gt;the horse! adorable! of course, as well as the other characters, i found really amusing! as always, disney never disappoints. i really appreciate how movies could make you feel so good, as it could alter your emotions in many ways. 3d for cartoons might not be as real, just yet, but i guess living in fancy shmancy land almost being able to be inside it is something to giggle upon. just for kicks, sit at the front-most row. you will get what i mean ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TPJtSgDBAmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fvZK5N60qtc/s1600/rapunzel_18-535x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TPJtSgDBAmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fvZK5N60qtc/s320/rapunzel_18-535x374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614255854158434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after today, i actually had a tiny little bit of better understanding about certain things in him. yes, it still bugs me after all these while why i am over-reacting over small matters. no, it hasnt been well on me in any way for being so paranoid about everything. i suppose in every relationship there are perks and downsides of it. so yes, i have gotten that part. next, i will just have to accept it and go with the flow. yes, go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: i realised that i have used a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; in this post. perhaps i should implement it into my life, just this once. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, i probably should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-7030389981617863826?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/7030389981617863826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/november28th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/7030389981617863826?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/7030389981617863826?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/november28th.html' title='november28th'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CULxrv7RZPM/TPJtR-lp-kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IQ49HDXFoqI/s72-c/Disney_Princesses_Grand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAHSHc-fyp7ImA9Wx9SEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-5563827009725466868</id><published>2010-11-26T22:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:25:39.957+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-01T19:25:39.957+08:00</app:edited><title>a subtle collision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;some people are just too lucky. they live in the moment just because they can. and the rest of us had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ourselves live in the moment, and had to unconsciously think ahead because we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. such a pity that not everyone acknowledges their luck and advantages that they take for granted. this pains me, because there is so much i could do with such luck, seeing it right here right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, i figured people would retaliate by saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-size:15.6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you wont be thinking this way if it was you having all that goodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. and &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt; too, that i might be different, given the life that is different because the way of thinking might change altogether. but what im saying is, what could possibly change, if your heart is sincere and thinking all things true under any circumstances you will still want to live well and be fulfilled with the best your life has to offer-- whether you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;privileged&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-5563827009725466868?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/5563827009725466868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/subtle-collision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5563827009725466868?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/5563827009725466868?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/subtle-collision.html' title='a subtle collision'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEACRXszfCp7ImA9Wx9SEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470070054923464363.post-2916687289019336757</id><published>2010-11-24T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:26:04.584+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-01T19:26:04.584+08:00</app:edited><title>i am a curse and i am a sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you called me a &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; like i should be shocked or something. seriously, the word &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt; doesnt hurt. it just shows the exact person that you are, calling names just to win a war that you have made out for yourself. nothing is what it seems, people make things look or sound good or bad. and honestly, it is all getting to me. the conscience and the revelation of what i have always been bothered about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;have you ever been in a situation that you really dont know what to do at the moment of time, but glad that you just didnt go all the way doing something silly? i just felt i did that a lot of times before and realizing it, makes the best of my day today. i guess some things really takes time. at least now i know, and trying to understand more is the best thing i could do for myself. not making a big scene back then you could have save a lot more than a friendship, if not just the heart. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470070054923464363-2916687289019336757?l=26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/feeds/2916687289019336757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-curse-and-i-am-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/2916687289019336757?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470070054923464363/posts/default/2916687289019336757?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://26th-day-of-summer.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-curse-and-i-am-sound.html' title='i am a curse and i am a sound'/><author><name>laine.lwk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922992827039948776</uri><email>littlegirlaine@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02522652230077118041'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>