<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889</id><updated>2011-07-27T20:04:45.182+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Thoughts.'/><category term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Life into Words.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-8670613141540499299</id><published>2011-07-27T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:04:45.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Learning how to live</title><content type='html'>Assuring myself that it'll be okay. I know what I hope for, but I don't know what to expect. I guess I would be expecting the worse. Is that protecting myself from being hurt, or am I being negative? I wish I wish I wish, how I've wished for so long. And how I've been disappointed each time. To be honest, I'm still wishing now, but I'm also trying not to be so fragile, again. I don't know if I'll succeed, or I'll end up going back where I was again. But I know I do not want to go back there. The question is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;. Wish. Hope. Pray. Forget. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-8670613141540499299?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8670613141540499299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/07/learning-how-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/8670613141540499299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/8670613141540499299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/07/learning-how-to-live.html' title='Learning how to live'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-4077810544266881785</id><published>2011-06-25T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:36:58.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>Love is when you want to be with that person no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's guilt. Guilt can't bring you anywhere that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time,  you say it's guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want me to accept it after everything we have been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, not everything is guilt. There is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I wasn't so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, it doesn't make sense. You're not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are a liar, like what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those times&lt;/span&gt; be a lie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I can't see anymore. I can't see and be sure of anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-4077810544266881785?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4077810544266881785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4077810544266881785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4077810544266881785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-8459734243576550202</id><published>2011-06-24T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:17:07.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>Again. Miracle please? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-8459734243576550202?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8459734243576550202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/8459734243576550202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/8459734243576550202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-4470602544963305781</id><published>2011-06-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:30:04.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>反正我也不在乎</title><content type='html'>我知道，那是反话。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-4470602544963305781?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4470602544963305781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4470602544963305781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4470602544963305781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='反正我也不在乎'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-4176880452702948704</id><published>2011-06-08T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:20:59.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKfCedtkms/Te74DWkEEXI/AAAAAAAADBA/Ft7elmjTE1I/s1600/IMG_0904%2B%255B1600x1200%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKfCedtkms/Te74DWkEEXI/AAAAAAAADBA/Ft7elmjTE1I/s400/IMG_0904%2B%255B1600x1200%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615698521857724786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have three more weeks of holidays to go. Feeling so relaxed and elated. I wanna stay like this for a long long time but I know I'll get bored soon if this continues without an end. Looking at my list-to-do during the holidays, well, they're just so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have been abandoning my blog very much. Crappy posts and stuff. I guess I always follow my mood. I'll just do it when I want to, I don't see this as something that I ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I spent too much money. This is a random statement, I know but it just happened to cross my mind this moment. Spent money buying this and that, like, loads of books. (I still have six unread books) And yesterday I just spent 70 bucks buying three Disney classics which I can just watch them from youtube anyway, my boyfriend pointed out. But but but, I guess I just don't wanna watch it from youtube. I got Tarzan, Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch and Monster Inc. And still planning to buy more, what the hell. I blame HK Disneyland for making me itch to watch all these childhood classics. I love those, like Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid, Dalmation 101... Now children watch everything in 3D, like maybe, Pingu? D: Idk about that but I think it is boring. Judgmental? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zdg7oDF9k4w/Te74Dl2abYI/AAAAAAAADBI/R0SVQr-msek/s1600/IMG_1056%2B%255B1600x1200%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zdg7oDF9k4w/Te74Dl2abYI/AAAAAAAADBI/R0SVQr-msek/s400/IMG_1056%2B%255B1600x1200%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615698525961219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I saw the dolphins I guess I kind of fell in love with them x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-4176880452702948704?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4176880452702948704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4176880452702948704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/4176880452702948704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAKfCedtkms/Te74DWkEEXI/AAAAAAAADBA/Ft7elmjTE1I/s72-c/IMG_0904%2B%255B1600x1200%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-3572510686715353183</id><published>2011-05-24T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:32:08.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated and worried about something these past few days. I don't know what would I do if, that happens. Sometimes I would think that, it might, but sometimes another voice said,  you're just paranoid. Hope it turns out all right. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-3572510686715353183?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3572510686715353183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3572510686715353183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3572510686715353183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-3774805422832323018</id><published>2011-05-20T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:46:07.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>You can ignore this.</title><content type='html'>He just don't get it does he? No he don't. And he won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the one feeling hurt, of course. And yet you assume that I shouldn't get so over emotional about things. Things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. Tired and stressful doesn't give you the right to say the things you've said and to give you an excuse to be out of it the minute you've said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took things for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-3774805422832323018?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3774805422832323018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-ignore-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3774805422832323018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3774805422832323018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-ignore-this.html' title='You can ignore this.'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-1165219214409298617</id><published>2011-04-30T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:55:38.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Study study study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfrxHL8qJS4/TbuV_UW52EI/AAAAAAAADA0/qx-pnM1wLjo/s1600/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfrxHL8qJS4/TbuV_UW52EI/AAAAAAAADA0/qx-pnM1wLjo/s400/DSC05195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601235476594415682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss her fluffiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first very real exam is c o m i n g !&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to retake any papers so I'm not gonna slack. (this is what I tell myself) But the truth is, I'm still slacking almost everyday because of...reasons unknown. Well, you people slack without reasons right? You just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still looking forward for the movie Water For Elephants. Got the book from Borders and got also a complementary movie pass for that movie for two person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-1165219214409298617?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1165219214409298617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/study-study-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1165219214409298617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1165219214409298617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/study-study-study.html' title='Study study study.'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfrxHL8qJS4/TbuV_UW52EI/AAAAAAAADA0/qx-pnM1wLjo/s72-c/DSC05195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-3179436914342566400</id><published>2011-04-24T14:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:08:21.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Getting busier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-5qKrde310/TbPn-ERKB7I/AAAAAAAADAs/c7w238E6MyA/s1600/DSC07284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-5qKrde310/TbPn-ERKB7I/AAAAAAAADAs/c7w238E6MyA/s400/DSC07284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599073815235266482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's piggy? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With almost everyone embarking on their college life, busy is a word that describes this new episode of life. Assignments, homework, projects, exams... Common words that are seen in Facebook status. With Mr G and his design course, Motherpants and business, Miss YSY in UK and also Mr Rich WWY in Australia and more more more, it feels so distant when I think about us being in the same high school just last year. How can things changed so much in such a short time? Oh well, things definitely can change so much within a short period of time. Change is an inevitable thing in life. The world is changing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the frame of people that I know and things that I've experienced, this is quite a major change. All of a sudden, I'm not going back to the high school that I had been to for twelve freaking years and I will never go back there anymore. (in the sense of studying in the classes in school) A weird melancholy settled itself in my heart, but another spark ignited, the one that anticipates change, challenges and excitement. So you ask me, am I happy to be in college? Definitely I am happy because it is a whole new thing but definitely I'm gonna tell you I miss high school. Some said high school is the best time of life, some said college and some said University. For me, everything will be as great as how you want it to be. But I'll have to admit that high school is really really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being bored in class and hoping for the teachers to be absent, I miss to be nagged by teachers for not completing homework or for being too noisy in class, I miss standing in the Hall for assembly and pretending that I'm listening to what the speaker on stage is talking about, I miss being in the canteen and walking back up to class when the bell rang... Basically I miss everything about high school! Including add math lesson and also Mr Karim's occasional strolls that sent our hearts pounding when we were in somewhere we shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all overwhelming. I can't help but being surprised about how much I've grown. I'm talking about mental growth here, though I would not mind some increase in height and weight. Sometimes when I thought about how innocent I used to be, my mind would ask a question, "Was that even me?" But logic tells me that yes, it was definitely Me. The Old Me. But somehow there is a part of me that never changed. What is it, I couldn't really tell. But I know that it is something that define Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really overwhelming, the past, I mean. I miss my past, and yet knowing I could never go back, I can only miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-3179436914342566400?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3179436914342566400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-busier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3179436914342566400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/3179436914342566400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-busier.html' title='Getting busier.'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-5qKrde310/TbPn-ERKB7I/AAAAAAAADAs/c7w238E6MyA/s72-c/DSC07284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-1476643094423662762</id><published>2011-04-23T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:40:47.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Not so red hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggAZOquMZdw/TbLUeVuzhxI/AAAAAAAADAk/mqZXjoGjZgw/s1600/DSC06001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggAZOquMZdw/TbLUeVuzhxI/AAAAAAAADAk/mqZXjoGjZgw/s400/DSC06001-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598770904469571346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear people. As you might have noticed, there there *points upwards* my hair colour! What colour would you give me? Orange? Brown? Red? Red would definitely make my day :) I've dyed my hair today and my initial plan was getting it red. In fact the colour that I chose was "Rosy Red" (and it did looked rosy in the sample). But my stubborn hair refused to absorb the colour and there, I'm now having a hybrid of orange-brownish-red. But anyway, I'm still satisfied with it and it will be with me for another four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining again. And I crazily chose friends over sleep. It does seem a logic choice, no? Okay lah I love all of them :) Mr G, Miss Spring, Miss KYin and Motherpants. What a package. An insane one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the initial plan was to meet up at Secret Recipe BUT I saw Mr G standing in front of my car while I was parking it. Momentarily stunned, I switched to the P and then seeing that he was walking toward the passenger side I unlocked the door and he came in, talking on the phone and then telling me that we were to go to Mahkota Jusco. Those girls........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time, though. :) Some pizza, 6 cokes and endless laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-1476643094423662762?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1476643094423662762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-so-red-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1476643094423662762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1476643094423662762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-so-red-hair.html' title='Not so red hair.'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggAZOquMZdw/TbLUeVuzhxI/AAAAAAAADAk/mqZXjoGjZgw/s72-c/DSC06001-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-2592629329404492396</id><published>2011-04-21T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:22:39.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rainy days.</title><content type='html'>Don't you think that recently it rains almost every day? Personally, I love the rain, when I'm indoors...The sound of the rain is comforting. The best thing to do when it's raining heavily outside is either cuddle in bed and have a nap (but you wouldn't get to hear the rain), watch a DVD or engross yourself with a great book. Well I did the third option, and I had Dan Brown's Deception Point in my hands. Basically, I'm re-reading it because it is a w e s o m e :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tend to re-read books. Not because I ran out of new books. I just felt like it. Sometimes I re-read them because I have forgotten how the plot goes hence it would still be like reading a new book. Sometimes I remember most of the things in the novel, the beautiful scenes and words that I love, and I wanted to feel them all over again. It's like reliving a memory with an ending that you would never forget but would never get bored of going through it again and again. Does it make sense? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've watched Rio today with Baby. If you're a Despicable Me, Up, Ice Age or Toys Story 3 person, then you should watch it. It's hilarious, cute and heartwarming at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HBAqIjFpcU/TbAg6rk9JaI/AAAAAAAADAU/2-R647Ab4vE/s1600/Rio-Movie-Poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HBAqIjFpcU/TbAg6rk9JaI/AAAAAAAADAU/2-R647Ab4vE/s400/Rio-Movie-Poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598010529323754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rio :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will be having my dance class later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dance class :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-2592629329404492396?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2592629329404492396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/2592629329404492396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/2592629329404492396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days.'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HBAqIjFpcU/TbAg6rk9JaI/AAAAAAAADAU/2-R647Ab4vE/s72-c/Rio-Movie-Poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2932936080121569889.post-1151250985251986591</id><published>2011-04-20T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:09:19.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXvkOweNGAA/Ta7kcK2DkRI/AAAAAAAADAI/DIGPS6_nZYo/s1600/DSC05962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXvkOweNGAA/Ta7kcK2DkRI/AAAAAAAADAI/DIGPS6_nZYo/s400/DSC05962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597662559466656018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one year of not blogging and finally I'm typing something in the Blogger page.&lt;br /&gt;Why blog again? I guess the reasons are probably:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I need a place to vent out my feelings,thoughts and I need a more "spacious" one than Facebook's "what's on your mind".&lt;br /&gt;2) Since I ended my high school life I've been using English lesser and lesser because my A-Levels course does not include an English class and hence I feel the need to type English, somehow. (weird?)&lt;br /&gt;3) I still like my blog link, so I should probably use it.&lt;br /&gt;4) I actually love to write out something if I have a sudden inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;5) A way to spend my time aside from refreshing Facebook's feeds.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;s&gt; I'm a damn well good blogger :D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So and so...there you go. The blog's alive! Though I might not guarantee frequent updates or interesting updates or mind shocking updates or frankly, any updates. Maybe I would even neglect it again and then post a status on facebook announcing that I'm not blogging already. Ok lah just don't be shock if that happens :) &lt;i&gt; I'm such a mood-dependent person D: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first post is done. Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2932936080121569889-1151250985251986591?l=i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1151250985251986591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/heyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1151250985251986591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2932936080121569889/posts/default/1151250985251986591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-fourlettersyou.blogspot.com/2011/04/heyy.html' title='Hello :)'/><author><name>Hime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eXvkOweNGAA/Ta7kcK2DkRI/AAAAAAAADAI/DIGPS6_nZYo/s72-c/DSC05962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
