<?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-6620634722991946397</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:09:53.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7912585412012328987</id><published>2012-02-06T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:56:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>Took a 100 minutes train ride to Choa Chu Kang and another 60 mins train ride back. &lt;div&gt;I almost went nuts, just to see this boy of mine for his Nights Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we barely met for 2 hours, still didn't regret making the trip down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it might seem like we always don't have enough time for each other though we are always meeting up. but ... its really never enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess somehow or rather we've both changed a little here and there compared to what we used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not something good nor bad, but we just changed as time passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I do miss being like how we were previously but I think most importantly, he's still mine. and that's all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody said it was easy and moreover we aren't perfect lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just gotta take a step, maybe fall down(fight a little), get back up and continue on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe to some, I'm rather sticky &amp;amp; so-not-independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess, I really just like being in love and the company I'll have all to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhqWmdTjJng/Ty_378IRkDI/AAAAAAAAB24/vrqSsqE1w6I/s320/IMG_0115.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706051862026883122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  &gt;let's go on dates like we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-7912585412012328987?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7912585412012328987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/02/mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7912585412012328987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7912585412012328987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/02/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhqWmdTjJng/Ty_378IRkDI/AAAAAAAAB24/vrqSsqE1w6I/s72-c/IMG_0115.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1175042384670108352</id><published>2012-02-04T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:02:19.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly dislike being alone.&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1175042384670108352?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1175042384670108352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-honestly-dislike-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1175042384670108352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1175042384670108352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-honestly-dislike-being-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7597162496741738561</id><published>2012-02-01T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:42:45.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.</title><content type='html'>Every month is a struggle, an adventure and definitely a memorable time that has been spent with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our friendship, scandalship then relationship. Its amazing how 2 people who were strangers can be so close. I guess thats fate/destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lasting long is no fate/destiny. It takes 2 trusting hearts that want each other equally as much. And I'm glad I had that. :") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monthsary Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wCaUASYKnc8/Tyh8c_HHfBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/ZJVXbs-FuGo/s640/blogger-image-27665663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wCaUASYKnc8/Tyh8c_HHfBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/ZJVXbs-FuGo/s640/blogger-image-27665663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7597162496741738561?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7597162496741738561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2567895006303175591</id><published>2012-01-26T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:59:15.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, I don't know what else can I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2567895006303175591?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2567895006303175591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2567895006303175591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2567895006303175591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5078218739704016473</id><published>2012-01-08T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:28:58.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I use to fear not having one.&lt;div&gt;Wrong perception of defining dreams as some huge ass goals like "I want to be an astronaut", "I want to be the best dancer", "I want to be the richest person in Singapore".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So eventually, I don't believe in goals and dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams makes one work harder for what we want to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the dreams may not come true but we did try to achieve it and eventually might gain something out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life without dreams is a life without colours and is dull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5078218739704016473?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2104915741492622514</id><published>2012-01-04T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:03:10.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>Whats yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2104915741492622514?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2104915741492622514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/01/value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2104915741492622514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2104915741492622514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2012/01/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8487017507203575139</id><published>2011-12-31T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:29:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we all have them, only thing is we don't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess we did attempted to try .... then failed terribly. or achieved a little then give up cause its less complicated to either fail or succeed. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Guess it counts as long as you don't stop trying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's mine for the upcoming 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To start dressing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we've all heard this before 世界没有丑女人，只有懒女人. well hello, I'm that lazy bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still wanna prove my point 'you can look awesome without dressing up' But I guess its time to take some effort and stop making excuses for myself. Who wouldn't feel good being dressed up right? and wait till 60 then dress up meh?! think I see already also sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To not bottle things up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, this only happened pretty recently but I guess its rather harmful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm an emotional freak, bottling things up creates scary thoughts I shouldn't even have in the first place. Plus, I will totally side track and be upset about something that was not the initial cause of the incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To not procrastinate and do what I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAYYYY I know... this is prettty common HAHA. I even procrastinate if I should procrastinate a not. Procrasti-ception. HAHA but this has to stop cause its stopping me from participating from a lot of things. Although I'm not going to rush into every single thing, I'll keep pushing myself a little further each time. Thats better than procrastinating right?:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, this should go in hand with 'To not think so much' cause that's what stopping me from being happy. One day, I'm going to look back and I don't want to remember doing things JUST for people and not for myself. Sure, there are times where we need to be considerate but sometimes, we just have to go out there and grab what we really want. Simply giving away the chance to others is not being nice, its stupid. You want it, you go get it. and once you earn it, you'll be happy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEY CHEY SOUND SO SIMPLE AH. but when it comes to actions, sure damn hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but (someone once said) 'If easy no kick already' :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as much as 2012 might be tough, I'll know that its because I'm fighting hard to be a better person, for myself ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8487017507203575139?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8487017507203575139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-new-year_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8487017507203575139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8487017507203575139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-new-year_31.html' title='For the new year'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8614305284646225641</id><published>2011-12-23T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:16:22.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls expressing how they feel about a boy is common.&lt;br /&gt;Think its rather sweet/heartstopping/heartmelting to hear how you make a boy feel. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8614305284646225641?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8614305284646225641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/girls-expressing-how-they-feel-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8614305284646225641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8614305284646225641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/girls-expressing-how-they-feel-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-4717849286109597268</id><published>2011-12-21T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:22:42.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We don't know for sure whats going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Neither are we sure how the choices we make now is going to affect them.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the beauty of it, nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hold on to whatever that is worth and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-4717849286109597268?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6524889090589131468</id><published>2011-12-17T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:32:56.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause eventually, we are alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-6524889090589131468?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6524889090589131468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-eventually-we-are-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/6524889090589131468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/6524889090589131468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-eventually-we-are-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8319340969686747565</id><published>2011-12-14T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:47:37.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I saying too much?&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I don't understand but I'm just voicing out my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Its tough, but not just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8319340969686747565?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8319340969686747565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-i-saying-too-much-its-not-like-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8319340969686747565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8319340969686747565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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-webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sometimes I crack my brain just to think of words to show you how much I feel about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;but in the end, all I did was to smile and say “I love you”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1636344750972844155?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1636344750972844155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-crack-my-brain-just-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1636344750972844155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1636344750972844155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-crack-my-brain-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-154809143770028970</id><published>2011-12-11T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:14:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and of course thank you my friend.&lt;div&gt;I might not like what I hear, but its still the best from me coming from you guys :") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad I have you guys in my life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/6620634722991946397-154809143770028970?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-266333147349091645</id><published>2011-12-11T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:12:10.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've been closing in, but I just had enough of saying.&lt;div&gt;I believe I'm saying too much sometimes till I am sick of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seems like closing in is not a good idea as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to find a balance somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good cry though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for letting me cry and wet your shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burying my face into your chest never felt safer. :")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(28, 42, 71); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; min-height: 20px; vertical-align: bottom; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-266333147349091645?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/266333147349091645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-ive-been-closing-in-but-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/266333147349091645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/266333147349091645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-ive-been-closing-in-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5200664419847350925</id><published>2011-12-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:28:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I just won't learn.&lt;div&gt;When I care, I do something wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't, I do something wrong as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even when things don't concern me, I get affected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snap out of this nonsense please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-5200664419847350925?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5200664419847350925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/seriously-i-just-wont-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5200664419847350925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5200664419847350925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/seriously-i-just-wont-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8449564497202307202</id><published>2011-12-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:14:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of this already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8449564497202307202?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8449564497202307202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-tired-of-this-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8449564497202307202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8449564497202307202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-tired-of-this-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1169717221471445524</id><published>2011-12-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:18:00.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be dress/talk/behave/be like her, her, her, her and her.&lt;div&gt;But eventually I know, I don't feel comfortable being them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I'm just gonna be myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The un-cool kid next door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1169717221471445524?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1216708592996598318</id><published>2011-12-04T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:56:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ours.</title><content type='html'>Seems like there's always someone who disapproves&lt;div&gt;They'll judge it like they know about me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jury's out, but my choice is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-1216708592996598318?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1883755382564186559</id><published>2011-12-01T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:41:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate it that im weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1883755382564186559?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1883755382564186559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/hate-it-that-im-weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1883755382564186559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1883755382564186559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/12/hate-it-that-im-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5594656956035070752</id><published>2011-11-30T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:32:30.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what to do when you just can't hold in any longer. &lt;div&gt;but there's no way for you to let it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-5594656956035070752?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5594656956035070752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-to-do-when-you-just-cant-hold-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5594656956035070752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5594656956035070752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-to-do-when-you-just-cant-hold-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2700369290716816090</id><published>2011-11-30T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:27:25.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one is in my shoes and I probably this 'put yourself  in my shoes' is just a load of crap.&lt;div&gt;We can listen and relate but we'll never feel what the person is feeling.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-2700369290716816090?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2700369290716816090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-one-is-in-my-shoes-and-i-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2700369290716816090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2700369290716816090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-one-is-in-my-shoes-and-i-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8814542196165153485</id><published>2011-11-27T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:14:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想念</title><content type='html'>生病时，有人会骂我没有照顾好自己。然后，因为知道我固执所以会逼我吃药。&lt;br /&gt;我...好想好想你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8814542196165153485?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8814542196165153485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8814542196165153485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8814542196165153485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_27.html' title='想念'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-337565211494445867</id><published>2011-11-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T01:27:35.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Probably like what daddy said, "No one has the answer to that but instead of pondering over it, why not just live it and give it all out?"&lt;div&gt;Thanks daddy. you're really the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-337565211494445867?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/337565211494445867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1499556614915596960</id><published>2011-11-24T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:06:39.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've said it once and I'll say it again.&lt;div&gt;I will be strong and I will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got to stop being so dependent on anyone/everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, your absence is doing good to me. Not in a bad way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1499556614915596960?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1499556614915596960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-said-it-once-and-ill-say-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1499556614915596960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1499556614915596960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-said-it-once-and-ill-say-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-4596030050675833493</id><published>2011-11-23T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:44:56.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you miss me when I'm gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-4596030050675833493?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4596030050675833493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-miss-me-when-im-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4596030050675833493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4596030050675833493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-miss-me-when-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7754566730010770522</id><published>2011-11-22T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:41:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Boyfriend/Best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sometimes, when your girlfriend is feeling down, it is best to know that she can come to you as her best friend for help. When she is feeling sad, she wants to know that you are reliable. She wants to know that you still care. If she doesn’t talk, keep talking to her. Don’t let her forget about it but if she wants to drop it, just be there to support her. She needs to know that you put ‘friend’ first before the “&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt;friend”. When she needs you at her lowest, will you be there for her or will you let her go? As the boyfriend, not only are you to be her lover, you are to be her best friend.  She needs someone she can trust to talk to. This also is vice-versa for the girls to support their boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7754566730010770522?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7754566730010770522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/boyfriendbest-friend-sometimes-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7754566730010770522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7754566730010770522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/boyfriendbest-friend-sometimes-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7119763238321436477</id><published>2011-11-22T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:05:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't help but hide my fears and clean my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've tried all they can to stop me from being delusional but I just can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess, I'll just distract myself and try to bury this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be fine. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7119763238321436477?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7119763238321436477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-cant-help-but-hide-my-fears-and-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7119763238321436477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7119763238321436477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-cant-help-but-hide-my-fears-and-clean.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6377197151637232167</id><published>2011-11-22T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:05:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Family still matters most to me.&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate every single one of you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean it, deeply.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&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/6620634722991946397-6377197151637232167?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6377197151637232167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-still-matters-most-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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outside your window.&lt;div&gt;Listening to the playlist filled with memories then falling asleep to the pattering sounds of the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I managed not to expect and disappoint myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or rather to enjoy the best of what I already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-9072808275954859592?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9072808275954859592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-how-we-lie-in-bed-with-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/9072808275954859592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/9072808275954859592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-how-we-lie-in-bed-with-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1112535789609895278</id><published>2011-11-13T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:09:56.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我真的很辛苦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-341901578974003998</id><published>2011-11-12T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:36:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up thinking, how did/can 2 strangers end up being everything in each others worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-341901578974003998?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/341901578974003998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/woke-up-thinking-how-didcan-2-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/341901578974003998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/341901578974003998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/woke-up-thinking-how-didcan-2-strangers.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-3535998161786128848</id><published>2011-11-11T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:33:12.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>I think I've gotten my pay...secretly.&lt;div&gt;haha. Have been told that I'll only get it after working for ONE month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somehow miraculously, I have some deposits. WOOHOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not complaining though ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work's been tiring me out. or probably due to the early hours I got to get up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the good thing is, I'm not having time to think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, but I don't deny I really miss you alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although I'm really really *swear to all kinds of god* proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, you lost 11.4kg, then you seem to have better mood in camps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe thats what you're suppose to feel when the field camp period arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its tough, but I know you'll pull through :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayou love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, been chatting with the modern babes through line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought I could ever blend in a girls group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I really prefer hanging out with guys cause sometimes, they are just more...fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, this bunch is never too girly and I'm really glad I could rely on them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WORK IS REALLY MAKING ME EXHAUSTED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT  I'm getting money so what the hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-3535998161786128848?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3535998161786128848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3535998161786128848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3535998161786128848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-4257923515295114014</id><published>2011-11-02T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:18:14.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier said than done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Honestly, its not that I'm not trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its freaking tough okay? Because I'm at war with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already don't believe myself anymore, what more can I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate being like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-4257923515295114014?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4257923515295114014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/easier-said-than-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4257923515295114014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4257923515295114014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/11/easier-said-than-done.html' title='Easier said than done'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5607165671889653904</id><published>2011-10-30T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:22:51.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well like I've said maybe one day you'll get so sick of me. But I will never leave because of that. Cause I love you so much, I really need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5607165671889653904?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5607165671889653904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-like-ive-said-maybe-one-day-youll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5607165671889653904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5607165671889653904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-like-ive-said-maybe-one-day-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-3480221243478742722</id><published>2011-10-27T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:46:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>360.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_SjEmGRHms/Tql41UXl6YI/AAAAAAAAB1E/axhaU2pWIQc/s1600/tumblr_lsi3rjiXvz1qdyggxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_SjEmGRHms/Tql41UXl6YI/AAAAAAAAB1E/axhaU2pWIQc/s320/tumblr_lsi3rjiXvz1qdyggxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668194463418542466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in just about 5 days, marks the start of yet another new beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering what happened back then didn't feel that long, yet it was enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long enough for us to finally see that we should stop passing by each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong timings, wrong situations, wrong priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that a year is approaching, I am actually quite amazed by how far we could have come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like we didn't go through harsh cold wars, minor-but-really-annoying-misunderstandings and even tears-with-shouts-arguments but I really enjoyed every single moment of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as much as I'm always mentioning about my thoughts on us, it still means alot every single time I say it. Plus, besides being my super awesome boy-bestfriend, I honestly think you were here to made me slightly a better person (cheesy but true). I'm so grateful for that. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every new month, I am reminded that its a new beginning. and I would love to have many more beginnings with you thereafter. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary Baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-3480221243478742722?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3480221243478742722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/360.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3480221243478742722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3480221243478742722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/360.html' title='360.'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_SjEmGRHms/Tql41UXl6YI/AAAAAAAAB1E/axhaU2pWIQc/s72-c/tumblr_lsi3rjiXvz1qdyggxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2786275222486006423</id><published>2011-10-18T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:08:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is.</title><content type='html'>So sometimes I feel like I'm a real lucky bitch.&lt;div&gt;I can't say we have the perfect relationship but then again what's the definition of 'perfect'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fought, we tease, we love, we talk and we help each other (okay more of him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say he is a real romanticist which I actually am quite into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I mean, who needs that when he sees the worst of you and sticks by you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe he believes in me more than I believe in myself......which scares me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems to be everything that I've wanted (at least for now) but hello, we're like barely adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and honestly, I've never had such serious and intense relationship before. Is it suppose to work that way? or are we suppose to meet more people before finding that perfect one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see everyone going into and falling out again in relationships over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what makes me that different from everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably when we get older and priorities change, we might not be that perfect after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I had many adults reminding me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"when you get older, you'll go out into the society and meet ppl and so will he. There will be so many things to consider", "you'll eventually decide on someone who can earn a living and bring bread home for you. cause love is not going to do that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welll......cant that person do both?! bring home bread and i actually love that person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urg, okay I'm confused. I really am. I don't like living my life just because we got no choice. I want to live it my way. I'm not marrying someone who is providing for me and thats it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been lucky my whole life in anything. and probably I might not be successful with anything in the future. I just want to be with the one I really love. Thats the very least I can ask and do for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So baby, I'm not giving up. cause you don't give up when you find the one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2786275222486006423?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2786275222486006423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-i-want-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2786275222486006423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2786275222486006423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-i-want-is.html' title='All I want is.'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-3587247259396823459</id><published>2011-10-18T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T02:18:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad we started talking again :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-3587247259396823459?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3587247259396823459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-glad-we-started-talking-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3587247259396823459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3587247259396823459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-glad-we-started-talking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7371137720696642338</id><published>2011-10-14T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:54:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really miss Japan</title><content type='html'>One year ago somewhere this time, I'm probably up and chatting with you through skype. But that is not the point. haha point is, I WAS IN JAPAN. and I miss it so much there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been to a country (okay maybe cambodia as well) and miss it SO DAMN MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can actually remember what I saw at that place, what happened and how I was feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, maybe thats how everyone shld feel when they come back from each holiday but I wasn't always so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway! I suddenly miss it so damn much probably due to the fact that it was exactly 1 year ago (sigh things are so different now but thats another story haha) and my colleague was flying there for her honeymoon *envy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet its chilly now and you gotta wear long thick clothes and jackets to keep you warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the wind that is constantly blowing through your hair although its not the face biting kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering how we ate at the subway, chased for the train with our luggages, cycled arnd the park when I'm half blind/pajiao (or so I called it that time), took photos everywhere we went even with their apple (yes fruit), touched frozen pumpkins, feeding ostriches, picking up dead autumn leaves, taking ghost photos (wahahah i love this!), slamming chops on our train ticket every city we go, having ice cream although its damn cold, wearing train conductor uniform, going to a beach, saying 'seemimaseh', having sushi every breakfast, taking or try to take artistic/abstract photos, going to hot springs naked :O and yes, talking to you every single night till dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly, I dont really recall what I did in Disneyland. I only rmb it was VERY magical and my dad sang to the street performance song the next morning to wake us up heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I can go back there another time although the beach is gone now :"( but I'm afraid that I might be expecting too much the next time as well. ah, think too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really wanna go to JAPAN again! probably with my brother this time as well:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and maybe with you next time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'LL BE BACK JAPAN!!!:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHwAy8vP-nY/TpcXdqi47oI/AAAAAAAAB04/m-GNE1bBQPk/s1600/DSCF0775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHwAy8vP-nY/TpcXdqi47oI/AAAAAAAAB04/m-GNE1bBQPk/s320/DSCF0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663020854845959810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-7371137720696642338?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7371137720696642338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-really-miss-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7371137720696642338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7371137720696642338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-really-miss-japan.html' title='I really miss Japan'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHwAy8vP-nY/TpcXdqi47oI/AAAAAAAAB04/m-GNE1bBQPk/s72-c/DSCF0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2637584055508129721</id><published>2011-10-10T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:29:27.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I learnt that not all surgeries are there to help everyone. &lt;div&gt;I saw the scar, the tubes and the blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew even I couldn't take it if it was me, what more her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's 85. I know everyone meant well but, wouldn't it be better if she'ld just continue her happy go lucky life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited her ytd and she hugged and kissed me on the cheek before we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew she was scared but she just didnt wanna show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it just pains me even more to see the wound on her neck being closed up by some kit that looks like staple bullets. :"(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is sad, I'm actually expressing myself to a non-living thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-2637584055508129721?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2637584055508129721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-learnt-that-not-all-surgeries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2637584055508129721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2637584055508129721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-learnt-that-not-all-surgeries.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7804178574513619862</id><published>2011-10-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:45:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Struggles only mould us into stronger beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7804178574513619862?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7804178574513619862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/struggles-only-mould-us-into-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7804178574513619862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7804178574513619862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/struggles-only-mould-us-into-stronger.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1743949931573541605</id><published>2011-10-08T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:11:50.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no point saying</title><content type='html'>cause it doesn't make any difference to whatever has happened and no one actually have the time to care and bother anyway. So save it qian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1743949931573541605?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1743949931573541605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-point-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1743949931573541605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1743949931573541605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-point-saying.html' title='There&apos;s no point saying'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8322996691552613285</id><published>2011-10-08T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:04:08.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling slightly moody today. Actually, quite upset with myself :(&lt;div&gt;There's so many things I want/have/need to do but I don't seem to be handling the time well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 5 days of work, I have only 2 days to do what I want/have/need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and honestly, its not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess this is how things are going to be now on. and I don't like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's scaring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8322996691552613285?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8322996691552613285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-slightly-moody-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8322996691552613285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8322996691552613285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-slightly-moody-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5055988752993733348</id><published>2011-10-06T08:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:43:28.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you constantly got to keep yourself occupied before your mind occupies you.&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-5055988752993733348?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5055988752993733348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-constantly-got-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5055988752993733348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5055988752993733348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-constantly-got-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2052589298382784714</id><published>2011-10-04T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:12:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you really want something so badly, I will not hold you back. &lt;div&gt;I'll have your back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2052589298382784714?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2052589298382784714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-really-want-something-so-badly-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2052589298382784714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2052589298382784714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-really-want-something-so-badly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1106874047474316659</id><published>2011-10-02T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:03:19.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind.</title><content type='html'>Always never fail to cry like a kid. &lt;div&gt;But I really appreciate the kind of patience you have to tell me 'Everything's gonna be alright' every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I felt a little uncertain about how all these is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had butterflies I haven't had for some time when we were out for our kaminabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly felt scared and needed your hoax again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in freaking 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is madness. but we'll get through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or rather I'll stop my emotional/mental madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1106874047474316659?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1106874047474316659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1106874047474316659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1106874047474316659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/mind.html' title='Mind.'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2322364268124869837</id><published>2011-10-01T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:17:02.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never knew we could ever make it this far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because I didn't have faith in us. But rather I didn't have any for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I practically assumed and stereotyped myself as a really picky partner for anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do this, I not happy. Do that, I also not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always a reason to my doings although it might not even sound logical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I depended way to much on my feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, isn't the fundamental logic of being in a relationship all started from feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly can never explain how I feel on what's wrong or right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm just glad you were always there giving me that right feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy 11th my dear. I love you. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYafPvlu--g/ToXsZu6QQXI/AAAAAAAABz0/ibn2GtXRgDg/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYafPvlu--g/ToXsZu6QQXI/AAAAAAAABz0/ibn2GtXRgDg/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658188433694146930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;although you look pretty sad here. haha&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/6620634722991946397-2322364268124869837?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2322364268124869837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2322364268124869837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2322364268124869837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/10/11.html' title='11.'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYafPvlu--g/ToXsZu6QQXI/AAAAAAAABz0/ibn2GtXRgDg/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8332756501211976459</id><published>2011-09-21T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:12:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this strong feeling inside me that wants you so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8332756501211976459?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8332756501211976459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-this-strong-feeling-inside-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8332756501211976459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8332756501211976459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-this-strong-feeling-inside-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-231050159131754164</id><published>2011-09-20T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:09:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 DAYS</title><content type='html'>*Beware disgusting post approaching*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URG. its 3 days left to see this boy of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really been so emotionally attached to anyone before and yes I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO BE OUT!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 2 weeks were sorta the toughest weeks for us. probably because we're always there for each other no matter what for 10 months. Plus, its like a whole new phase of his life entering NS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried my best to be strong but yeah, I mean its harder than I expected. But I'm glad to have people around me trying their best to accompany me :') lucky me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For him, I guess its hard for him too. knowing about the transfer due to his weight. Sure sucks to know that you're fat. but actually he isn't uh, just that his company are the fit company. But nevertheless, he understands that its part of NS and he gotta go through it no matter what. Good job love *pat head* and as for me, I only can be there for him. yeah i know it sucks. Like you know there's more to be done but thats actually all that CAN be done. oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, its just part and parcel of life and it is. We sure do meet obstacles along the way that we expect we are going. but it just makes us stronger. (or crumble some people). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as much as I wanna be realistic, part of me just wants to believe in us for as long as we can. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE YOU ON FRIDAY LOVE ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggrEeQiThZY/TnisX6RelYI/AAAAAAAABzs/rmrRV7ov_m0/s320/DSCF5422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654458858943190402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favourite pictures. Like a happy little boy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/6620634722991946397-231050159131754164?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/231050159131754164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/231050159131754164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/231050159131754164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-days.html' title='3 DAYS'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggrEeQiThZY/TnisX6RelYI/AAAAAAAABzs/rmrRV7ov_m0/s72-c/DSCF5422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-688505681636493295</id><published>2011-09-20T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:09:10.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The feeling of not knowing what to do to cheer him up sucks. &lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-688505681636493295?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/688505681636493295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-of-not-knowing-what-to-do-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/688505681636493295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/688505681636493295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-of-not-knowing-what-to-do-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8982923581784605435</id><published>2011-09-17T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:01:38.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially graduated from TBC camp 2011!^^&lt;div&gt;honestly, it was better than I expected. Maybe I wasn't expecting thats why it was good. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or because WE WON FINAL CLASH AND BEST EMPIRE ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha but anw, I was damn happy. Although it might seem trivial, it actually meant alot cause last year le mah, so can win at least ONCE means alot :') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering VIFIND in year 1, was in the same empire as michelle, weeyen, mason, adam and a few which i can't rmb anymore. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choreo-ed gee and we won best performing empire cause we are too zai liao. HAHA. but ya, that was honestly the only memory of vifind and probably desmond doing the funny weird cheer haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkyy4PBn6p0/TnTBrc09hxI/AAAAAAAABzc/mpQnUaIaiDU/s320/tumblr_kpprhoUQTH1qa342jo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653356384473679634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was PREMOZ. didnt really contributed cause i wasn't interested. Felt totally weird cause my FAs were fatball and emily. Like we all so close, its weird to be under their supervision or something haha. But ya i rmb we won best chef which was bullshit cause we were too lousy to win anything. HAHAHAHA i rmb burning our food:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was a memorable TBC...:p no TBC no fatball for me :') Thankful for the coincidence :') &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrwOiBRjopU/TnTEECpzSiI/AAAAAAAABzk/ffD8uvKRICo/s320/46983_10150264950310453_547320452_14958764_3306139_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653359005967534626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came ALTHIOS. It was awesome cause I had gwen and yiheng with me. But it was even better when my empire had active subcomms and they were all willing to help to contribute and all. I still think our performance was awesome, and our tasks were all fun. :') of course under the awesome FAs NYY&amp;amp;OLIVEN heh heh. seriously, I was damn happy when we won :') I honestly *cross my heart* enjoyed this camp alot :") Thanks althios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and special thanks for gwendolyn mak guan ying ma for taking good care of me :') XIE XIE NI LOVE YOU ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvyGpWhYiVA/TnTAgnd51GI/AAAAAAAABzU/NL4tB_aVxBo/s320/308242_10150303119644947_679434946_8133710_1542631034_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653355098839569506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ya, finally finished my 3 years of TBCs. Honestly, was feeling rather sad when it ended. The moments we'll always have although we are graduating :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BI YE LO!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8982923581784605435?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8982923581784605435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-officially-graduated-from-tbc-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8982923581784605435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8982923581784605435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-officially-graduated-from-tbc-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkyy4PBn6p0/TnTBrc09hxI/AAAAAAAABzc/mpQnUaIaiDU/s72-c/tumblr_kpprhoUQTH1qa342jo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2636939361703570116</id><published>2011-09-12T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:50:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was actually really hurtful when you shouted "cause you know why? CAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2636939361703570116?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2636939361703570116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-was-actually-really-hurtful-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2636939361703570116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2636939361703570116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-was-actually-really-hurtful-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-752235848792246651</id><published>2011-09-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:36:31.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took you for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-752235848792246651?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/752235848792246651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-took-you-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/752235848792246651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/752235848792246651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-took-you-for-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-879883659641342901</id><published>2011-09-08T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:34:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>因为狠不下心，所以伤到自己。&lt;div&gt;到现在你还学不会吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-879883659641342901?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/879883659641342901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/879883659641342901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/879883659641342901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-4194960188464505568</id><published>2011-09-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T01:04:39.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta be strong *repeats*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-4194960188464505568?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4194960188464505568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-gotta-be-strong-repeats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4194960188464505568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/4194960188464505568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-gotta-be-strong-repeats.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5118305476037176049</id><published>2011-08-31T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:37:39.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;but anw, I can't wait to see these people :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kstR9tFsyE4/Tl0ti8hjdII/AAAAAAAABzM/eLtB3E5qbso/s320/298437_167575489984378_100001957844284_345259_2656889_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646719586178135170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partially some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NULnnXpsmY/Tl0tM__-6TI/AAAAAAAABzE/eZ9QdmlvLuQ/s1600/306771_10150346850226667_537276666_9789580_7561950_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NULnnXpsmY/Tl0tM__-6TI/AAAAAAAABzE/eZ9QdmlvLuQ/s320/306771_10150346850226667_537276666_9789580_7561950_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646719209153947954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at barrage this sat, *pray no rain*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZjQ3SGwF0g/Tl0tMslY-7I/AAAAAAAABy8/FCoyM3RNWvU/s1600/199223_10150115200428533_551538532_6645948_1517853_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZjQ3SGwF0g/Tl0tMslY-7I/AAAAAAAABy8/FCoyM3RNWvU/s320/199223_10150115200428533_551538532_6645948_1517853_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646719203942136754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunch of idiots (explains in the picture) that never fail to be there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGLDlLTRtT4/Tl0tMkt6XZI/AAAAAAAABy0/_bG3JQTCP-I/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGLDlLTRtT4/Tl0tMkt6XZI/AAAAAAAABy0/_bG3JQTCP-I/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646719201830395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course you, last time with your hair. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HALFDEAD, qian.&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/6620634722991946397-5118305476037176049?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5118305476037176049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/but-anw-i-cant-wait-to-see-these-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5118305476037176049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5118305476037176049'/><link rel='alternate' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling the stress and the 'cant wait for these bullshit to end' feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND of course, the SIANNNN feeling &amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I want to really spend more time with him like I plan to, I find myself lagging behind everything. My sleep, my meal times, my work time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say, spend time with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just so frustrating when you really wanna do something but then you are occupied with another. and TIME IS RUNNING OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, we can only see what happens and take whatever we have...to the next level. Hopefully :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at the time now, and im just done with my report. partially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have this feeling that its not good enough no matter what, this sucks :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've been doing all these paragraphing...a little too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN YOU REPORTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-3723873952876168234?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3723873952876168234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/down-to-final-7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1003524937686579089?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1003524937686579089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-who-never-went-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1003524937686579089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1003524937686579089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-who-never-went-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5790025355312681657</id><published>2011-08-24T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:10:00.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew my bestfriend could be my boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5790025355312681657?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5790025355312681657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-never-knew-my-bestfriend-could-be-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5790025355312681657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5790025355312681657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-never-knew-my-bestfriend-could-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7964211004594262673</id><published>2011-08-18T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:00:44.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;div&gt;It kinda sucks not being a girly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7964211004594262673?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7964211004594262673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7964211004594262673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7964211004594262673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7867819531075494052</id><published>2011-08-15T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:49:16.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7867819531075494052?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7867819531075494052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7867819531075494052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7867819531075494052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/note-to-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7855651198579150292</id><published>2011-08-14T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:58:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are just too many ? I think each day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I really nice or people is just being nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will we ever make it to the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just choose to not care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I look weird in bikini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I trying hard enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I become skinnier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I really deserve this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I solve this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I really happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unnecessary thinking at its best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7855651198579150292?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-9040255593790568700</id><published>2011-08-13T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:07:37.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fiercest and loudest cries I've ever done.&lt;div&gt;Like its taking over me, and nobody seems to hear.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-9040255593790568700?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9040255593790568700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-716693323361341722</id><published>2011-08-13T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:07:37.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fiercest and loudest cries I've ever done.&lt;div&gt;Like its taking over me, and nobody seems to hear.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6620634722991946397-716693323361341722?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/716693323361341722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/fiercest-and-loudest-cries-ive-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/716693323361341722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/716693323361341722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/fiercest-and-loudest-cries-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2063942927022221262</id><published>2011-08-13T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:30:43.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its down to less than a month left and I'm really not sure if I'm ready for it. &lt;div&gt;I thought I was then again I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I start feeling this crazy weird careless feeling and it felt wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just so confusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT AH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll just see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as we never fail to put in that effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll make it through baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2063942927022221262?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2063942927022221262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-its-down-to-less-than-month-left-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2063942927022221262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2063942927022221262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-its-down-to-less-than-month-left-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5094312100351721551</id><published>2011-08-04T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:26:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's okay if we're playing. but its really annoying and it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I like you as a friend, but know your limits kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5094312100351721551?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8881801574451485590</id><published>2011-07-31T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:59:58.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe you'll feel it if you're in my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8881801574451485590?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8881801574451485590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/maybe-youll-feel-it-if-youre-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8881801574451485590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8881801574451485590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/maybe-youll-feel-it-if-youre-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-2370929213822391159</id><published>2011-07-29T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:07:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The toughest year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-2370929213822391159?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2370929213822391159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/toughest-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2370929213822391159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/2370929213822391159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/toughest-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6765159265797304001</id><published>2011-07-25T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:27:16.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its ironic coming from you.&lt;div&gt;First it was bitch, then chao ah lian, whats next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just goes to show that you're wasting the chance I'm giving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a waste for a president. sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5797571913853332253</id><published>2011-07-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:17:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's just too many things holding me back.&lt;div&gt;As much as I want to set my mind to it and make it work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its not a wise decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, being rational causes harsh downgrading of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I treat it as an excuse, a failure to create a breakthrough for myself in this tiny little box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its unhealthy and I got to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I'll just help myself to the harsh critics I'm going to give myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I'm hurt so badly, then maybe I'll stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5797571913853332253?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5797571913853332253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-just-too-many-things-holding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5797571913853332253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5797571913853332253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-just-too-many-things-holding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5816710602273888213</id><published>2011-07-20T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:32:51.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I need is your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5816710602273888213?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5816710602273888213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-i-need-is-your-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5816710602273888213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/5816710602273888213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-i-need-is-your-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7137241191278522627</id><published>2011-07-18T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:20:45.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's ironic. &lt;div&gt;but I shall stop not because I'm afraid of your threats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But rather, its for the better of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just got to learn to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY. *smacks my head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEARN TO LET GO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-7137241191278522627?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6196279125763502304</id><published>2011-07-15T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T01:13:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, if you were to honestly tell me what's happening.&lt;div&gt;I swear I will be by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you just kept staying away, putting the blame on us and worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deny the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as I really want to believe what you say, I find it hard as you haven't been really honest with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't fair cause I went full out for you. like I have for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do miss you as a friend sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope you'll be fine eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running isn't the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-6196279125763502304?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6196279125763502304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/honestly-if-you-were-to-honestly-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/6196279125763502304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/6196279125763502304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/honestly-if-you-were-to-honestly-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-4968659933964430829</id><published>2011-07-10T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:18:22.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll soon realise when time goes by, keeping quiet is not a sign of weakness nor defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-4968659933964430829?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-7656691259048980862</id><published>2011-07-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:16:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than friends</title><content type='html'>We're just a group of friends leading different kinds of life.&lt;div&gt;Neither are we dependent nor always 24/7 being together as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I do know is that when we come together, we just know we belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least for me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still cannot decide if we're a clique, a group or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it didn't matter because we're just there for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be it the worst news, the good ones or even stuff that doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, they always got my back and never once, will do what others did to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was worrying if one day we might all have enough of one another and explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it hit me that we wouldn't because we've already accepted who each of us are and we're just making the best out of whatever we have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I think my language sucks here but oh well. This is how I feel and why should I really bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just glad this bunch of idiots are part of my life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. hopefully this is not too awkward to read :p&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/6620634722991946397-7656691259048980862?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7656691259048980862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7656691259048980862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/7656691259048980862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-than-friends.html' title='More than friends'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8870395457061514911</id><published>2011-07-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:05:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>Different transitions in life, we must go through.&lt;div&gt;As much as we don't like it, we gotta face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST LIKE MY MAJOR PROJECT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really don't understand why my teacher thinks so highly of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess everything happens for a reason, so I shall challenge myself to it then ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been really moody recently, hopefully its PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and IM GETTING LAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can feel my fats blocking me, literally :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME FOR SOME WORKOUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-8870395457061514911?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8870395457061514911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/transitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8870395457061514911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/8870395457061514911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-5717423245064021844</id><published>2011-07-02T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:18:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th</title><content type='html'>yes, in a blink of an eye :')&lt;div&gt;I've never asked for a perfect relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fought, we argued and had cold wars like any other couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guessed I've learned that 'communication is the key'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least for my relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it sure sucks to know that he's upset over something you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. if he's to keep it in and be sore with me forever, nothing's gonna get solved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, with that 'CITK' theory we've came to our 8th month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without any doubt, I fear whats going to happen next (as always) but there's no point in worrying since we still gotta go through anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I have you by my side for 8 months baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUzxl9TXj5w/Tg4OwlPFMsI/AAAAAAAAByg/3e8qNgRx-zw/s320/DSCF5434.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624449212424204994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I like your presence too :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-5717423245064021844?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5717423245064021844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/07/8th.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-8710666694996145920</id><published>2011-06-27T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:57:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Guess I'm more or less confirmed to be transferred back to D1.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I failed to myself if I were to choose between D1 &amp;amp; D2.&lt;br /&gt;But realised that D1's challenge will sure be greater than that of D2.&lt;br /&gt;Though Daddy's there, I doubt I'll get the same treatment as I get from those at home.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be harsh but the fruits of labour will sure be tasty ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That crucial moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhutN7G7cus/TgL_pcqMFHI/AAAAAAAAByY/UM1WeTjqaDA/s72-c/tumblr_ln0xtrKubj1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-341114833836764504</id><published>2011-06-23T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:29:56.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setback</title><content type='html'>Sorta got rejected by IBM or rather I wasn't good enough for my internship.&lt;br /&gt;was rather disheartened and bothered :(&lt;br /&gt;but then my wise old daddy came by (haha) and told me,&lt;br /&gt;"These are setbacks in life and its normal mah. Even if smt were to happen and you're really upset about it, life STILL goes on. So why not just accept it and move on? and things, happen for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;*gain enlightenment*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha like literally I'm okay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really dont know what my life would be like without him.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks daddy &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;♥ I love you :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-341114833836764504?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/341114833836764504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/06/setback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/341114833836764504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/341114833836764504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/06/setback.html' title='Setback'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-1505231006210381280</id><published>2011-06-21T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:33:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIST #1</title><content type='html'>Completed our very first task today, JOGGING ^^&lt;br /&gt;Though I wasn't very succesful in completing my target but I'm still glad I decided to do this :)&lt;br /&gt;Managed to strike off the first thing off our list and many to go.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda worried with the time contrainst but let's try our very best kay^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdjBQrlI7Z0/TgAs2PI4pII/AAAAAAAAByQ/xJj3jahtMTI/s1600/P21-06-11_11.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdjBQrlI7Z0/TgAs2PI4pII/AAAAAAAAByQ/xJj3jahtMTI/s320/P21-06-11_11.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620541645246735490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super adore this. heehee &lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pushing on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-1505231006210381280?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1505231006210381280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/06/list-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1505231006210381280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/1505231006210381280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/06/list-1.html' title='THE LIST #1'/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdjBQrlI7Z0/TgAs2PI4pII/AAAAAAAAByQ/xJj3jahtMTI/s72-c/P21-06-11_11.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-3909435080813334021</id><published>2011-06-20T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:43:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>很想抱怨，可是又会带来什么？&lt;br /&gt;问题是不会解决的，我的抱怨只会带来更多争吵。&lt;br /&gt;静静做好事情，大家都开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'家，是每个人。不是一个人自己打理的。'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6620634722991946397-3909435080813334021?l=livethatmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3909435080813334021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.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/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3909435080813334021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6620634722991946397/posts/default/3909435080813334021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livethatmoment.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Qian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17999606081161875609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6812920821615704959</id><published>2011-06-19T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:23:22.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 is better than 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much that I can thank you for :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't be what I am now today if it wasn't for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCXqfAL_CHk/Tf3b3xwCPaI/AAAAAAAAByI/33AP3GhtHSY/s320/DSC07294.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619889661322345890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;your little girl&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWlhCfdHbdw/TfxxzRWZEjI/AAAAAAAABxI/bB1IdeEqZWU/s220/IMG_0621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCXqfAL_CHk/Tf3b3xwCPaI/AAAAAAAAByI/33AP3GhtHSY/s72-c/DSC07294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6620634722991946397.post-6227987428778097491</id><published>2011-06-18T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:25:00.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feeling oh so accomplished about something complicated I've done ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okay, not that complicated anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Awaiting anytime now to head for our first ever 'Siblings dinner'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A super late one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just hope that they wont kill each other at the dinner table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gotta kick that bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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