<?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-3739861</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:11:04.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break and sigh...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes...it's just best to let it out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-116213626992531499</id><published>2006-10-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:37:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsensitiveWatching/Listening to: Jann Arden - InsensitiveHow do you cool your lips After a summer's kiss?How do you rid the sweat After the body bliss?How do you turn your eyes From the romantic glare? How do you block the sound Of a voice you'd know anywhere?Oh, I really should have known... By the time you drove me home By the vagueness in your eyes (Your) casual good-byes By the chill in your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/116213626992531499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/116213626992531499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_10_29_archive.html#116213626992531499' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-115471313279472858</id><published>2006-08-05T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:38:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children can be quite smart...Watching: Ouran Host Club: PROMISEAs most of you know, I teach Sunday School for the Standard Ones. Teaching them had always been such an experience... they differ so much from the class I used to facilitate for, the Standard Fours.While the Standard Fours are smart talkers, the Standard Ones need only one word to be described...Blur...I had a good laugh a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115471313279472858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115471313279472858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115471313279472858' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-115444959801051368</id><published>2006-08-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:26:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm doing fineListening to: The Fray - Look After YouI seem to be obsessed with The Fray, haven't I?Well, the holidays are drawing to a close (at least, I think it is...) and so far, I might say, these holidays really weren't that bad thankfully.I was thinking lately about growing up and becoming a better person. There are days when I think moving on and becoming better just seems so hard. Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115444959801051368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115444959801051368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115444959801051368' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-115402537162654783</id><published>2006-07-28T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:39:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone knows...Listening to: The Fray - Over my head Right, new blogskin. I don't know how many of you like it, but I really do. ^^ And now I'll put the "listening to" or even "watching" or "reading", plus you'll actually get to hear/watch what I'm hearing/watching (well, now with Putfile, you can hear the songs I'm listening to).So I may have been a little too dependant on my LJ, but that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115402537162654783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115402537162654783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115402537162654783' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-115324796088240760</id><published>2006-07-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:39:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm free!So it's the holidays for me right now and it definitely is a relief. The stress, the problems... I can now forget about them and focus on something that I'm sure will make me feel like life's worthwhile.Like how I cooked for everyone for Bon Odori... Yes, I cooked and though it may not be restaurant quality, the fact that the people I love actually enjoyed the meal was satisfying enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115324796088240760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115324796088240760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115324796088240760' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-115070181511969946</id><published>2006-06-19T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:23:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Real MeRecently, I've gone into a really numb state. Like, I refuse to think about my pain cause it's not worth thinking about it. It's probably instinct for me now that whenever I start feeling down, I force it out of my mind and instantly try to find some way to distract me. Music, anime... dreams of writing fanfiction or creating more music videos. Dreams of stories that I know I'll never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115070181511969946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/115070181511969946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115070181511969946' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114949050691018811</id><published>2006-06-05T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:55:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No need to cryMy gosh... a whole month of not posting anything on this blog. What has become of me? Back when I was in High School, I made it a point to post at least once a week in this blog. Now?Simple... I lost interest.Not to say that I hate this blog, but rather I don't know what to put in here anymore. Believe me, in the past month, I have tried my best to come up with something worthy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114949050691018811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114949050691018811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_06_04_archive.html#114949050691018811' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114633293813281907</id><published>2006-04-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:48:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Real MeMy results on some personality quizzes I took.Your view on yourself:You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. I'd like to believe this is true. I am friendly to everybody and I despise conflict... but nyaa... that doesn't mean I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114633293813281907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114633293813281907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114633293813281907' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114611666885108224</id><published>2006-04-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:44:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TomorrowIs it any wonder why I'm scared?If I was a little younger would I care?Feeling like the walls are growing strongerI don't know if this cage can hold me any longerSo many times, there will always be something to bring me down and make me hate my existence again. It hurts that the people whom I trust in college are treating me so badly.My problem is that I can't push them away no matter how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114611666885108224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114611666885108224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114611666885108224' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114546207027284573</id><published>2006-04-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:54:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better DaysDedicated to all of you who have been feeling down lately. Everything will be all right... I know it will. Better days are bound to come. Just believe, and have faith in yourself.Love you lots.Better Days - Goo Goo DollsAnd you ask me what I want this yearAnd I try to make this kind and clearJust a chance that maybe we'll find better daysCuz I don't need boxes wrapped in stringsAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114546207027284573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114546207027284573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114546207027284573' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114490456605562966</id><published>2006-04-13T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:02:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just fly awayI'm in college right now, and I'm really tired. Classes have been piling up, and the only reason why I'm free now is cause one of my classes got cancelled. As happy as I am, I'm now contemplating whether to go home and come back for my class which is 4 hours away or hang around and wait for it. Of course, the former sounds better... but sadly, I now have to wonder whether it's worth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114490456605562966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114490456605562966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114490456605562966' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114369481684989772</id><published>2006-03-30T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:51:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could not ask for more...You know... sometimes we don't realize how much we love something or someone until we lose it. Or sometimes we do realize how much we love that person, but we prefer to keep it inside and not say a word. There are all sorts of reasons, all sorts of excuses... it all doesn't matter because the one you love, doesn't know that they're loved.But still, is it possible to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114369481684989772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114369481684989772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114369481684989772' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114300343819310057</id><published>2006-03-22T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:57:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The EMOness of it allLately I've been getting really disturbed with this new word 'Emo' I've been seeing around a lot. Bothered me so much I just had to research on it... and from what I've found, Emo isn't something new. It's been around for quite some time now and it's been used to define a certain type of Punk music and it's trend.So why the heck is it becoming so popular now? And why're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114300343819310057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114300343819310057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114300343819310057' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114248635581433206</id><published>2006-03-16T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:19:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing really mattersWell, my term has finally ended. And such a relief too... I can't believe how stressed I felt in that term even though I only did two subjects. The least subjects I've ever done for the past 4 terms.Thinking about it, I could've enjoyed that term a little more if only I could think positive. But after going through hell with all the group work and assignments and such, all I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114248635581433206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114248635581433206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114248635581433206' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114204838751439616</id><published>2006-03-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:39:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's About TimeI was just thinking about my experience last Monday as I struggled to finish my assignment. The time to pass it up was in an hour's time. I needed to bind my assignment and fix e certain page that I made an error on.So I parked my car near the shops so that I could buy some tape and to get it binded. After buying the tape, I decided to sit back in my car to work on my assignment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114204838751439616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114204838751439616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114204838751439616' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114166395946529285</id><published>2006-03-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:34:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who I AmNot only does the AMV revolve around my favourite character of all time, the song fits my mood at the moment. Listen to the lyrics carefully... enjoy! ^^Sorry for not posting for so long. I got really caught up with my assignments which really really stressed me out (up to the point where I cried a little cause I felt like I can't do anything right. I'm seriously starting to think I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114166395946529285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114166395946529285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114166395946529285' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114105642751223608</id><published>2006-02-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:07:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How far can one stretch before they snap?Is being too nice bad? I have a feeling that I'm being too nice lately... and that people are stepping on my head again. Especially in college, but it isn't just there. I feel like it's slowly spreading...I don't know what to do sometimes. I really do like being nice to people, but I don't want it to be a reason for people to start using me. I get angry, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114105642751223608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114105642751223608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114105642751223608' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114062177551211331</id><published>2006-02-22T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:22:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever the reasonThe reason why I'm forgetting important days more and moreIs because I can't seem to treasure a day that passesThe reason why I'm forgetting people's names more and moreIs because I never truly regarded them into my lifeThe reason why I can't take beautiful compliments directed to meIs because I've never really complimented myselfThe reason why I always degrade myselfIs because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114062177551211331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114062177551211331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114062177551211331' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114051291471094629</id><published>2006-02-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:08:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world watched me fallI don't think I can blog the way I used to. Not like I had a particular pattern whenever I blogged... but now, everytime I sit down and try to think of what to blog, I can't come up with anything.There are a lot of things going through my mind, but they've become so nonchalant to me that I never thought it worth talking about. How much can one say before they end up being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114051291471094629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114051291471094629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114051291471094629' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-114006131016648727</id><published>2006-02-16T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:41:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find the wayI'm sure most of you have heard... that the past will forever haunt you.And for me, there have been lots of little signs that reminds me about last year. Some of them as insignificant as seeing cars looking all smashed and bent due to a minor accident. And then it becomes more obvious when my parents found out I got a ticket because my parking ticket expired after half an hour.To my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114006131016648727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/114006131016648727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114006131016648727' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113930405581433613</id><published>2006-02-07T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:20:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me NovocaineTake away the sensation insideBitter sweet migraine in my headIts like a throbbing tooth ache of the mindI can't take this feeling anymoreDrain the pressure from the swelling,The sensations overwhelming, Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alrightTell me that I won't feel a thingSo give me NovacaineOut of body and out of mindKiss the demons out of my dreamsI get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113930405581433613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113930405581433613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113930405581433613' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113863761617269172</id><published>2006-01-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:13:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Goes OnI was going through my LiveJournal (yes, people I have an LJ but I'm not telling you what's the address seeing as my LJ is something very discreet for me) and I found a post I wrote last year. It goes something like this:I find that when I love someone, I want to let that person know how much that person is loved. I don't want that person to feel like there is no such thing as love, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113863761617269172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113863761617269172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113863761617269172' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113855927157634644</id><published>2006-01-30T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:54:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It starts from here...My 5 weird habits:1. I laugh a lot in front of the computer... especially when I'm alone at home. @_@2. I need to listen to some music or read a manga before I go to bed.3. I bathe about 4 times a day. (Which is a lot, mind.)4. I (must) drink Milo everyday.5. I sing when I'm bored.Not sure who to tag next... @_@Another new blogskin! Yeah... I'm weird. I change too much... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113855927157634644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113855927157634644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113855927157634644' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113794313653890195</id><published>2006-01-22T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:18:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feels like fallingAnd when I sleep at nightI'm not thinking of tomorrowIn my headIt never really matteredI'll just drift awayAnd let the world just carry onI'm singingSongs that make me cryI singTell me tell meIs this all that's left of me?Cause I'm tired of trying to understand this painTell me tell meIf it's real, that I can really fly?Here I go againAnd it feels like fallingAnd I'm wondering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113794313653890195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113794313653890195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113794313653890195' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113662706469862436</id><published>2006-01-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:01:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nandoka... totemo... ureshikutte...You Are an Emo Rocker!Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.That doesn't mean you don't rock out...You just rock out with meaning.For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.What Kind of Rocker Are You?Ha ha... here I am, posting a quiz about my love for rock and I'm going to use a song that isn't rock. ^^As the days keep passing by I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113662706469862436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113662706469862436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113662706469862436' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113610374060740599</id><published>2006-01-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:22:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hajimari no jinseiWhen I was very youngNothing really mattered to meBut making myself happyI was the only oneNow that I am grownEverything's changedI'll never be the sameBecause of youNothing really mattersLove is all we needEverything I give youAll comes back to meLooking at my lifeIt's very clear to meI lived so selfishlyI was the only oneI realizeThat nobody winsSomething is endingAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113610374060740599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113610374060740599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113610374060740599' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113579251583328130</id><published>2005-12-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:55:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watashi rashiku tame niWe received a late Christmas card a few days ago. Looking at the sender's name and address I got excited... and confused. For there wrote my cousin's name, Ryan (who is my cousin from the Phillipines) and another name whom I do not recognize.Looking inside the card, my jaw dropped as I saw a picture of him and another girl. "Mom!" I called. "Who's the girl next to Ryan? Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113579251583328130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113579251583328130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113579251583328130' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113561649895854775</id><published>2005-12-27T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:51:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kamo shiranai...A new layout for a new year ahead of me. Much more cheerful than my past ones though the colours may not speak so. @_@Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed Christmas. I sorta did... I finally met my Goddaughter (yes, you read that right), Sarah Jane. Big little thing (lol!) and such a sweet heart as she's always smiling. You can imagine how happy I was after first meeting her and as I "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113561649895854775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113561649895854775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113561649895854775' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113454696278993519</id><published>2005-12-14T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:56:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iro iro kimochiHalfway through flight there-toWhere will you go?Falling down on the groundWhere will you go now?I am really tired at the moment now. There's a lot of work to be done, a lot of things to do, and a lot of things to be settled.One would think that after the exams, one will be free. Clearly, I was wrong. Even a trip to Singapore took the best out of me... and all I can think now is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113454696278993519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113454696278993519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113454696278993519' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113377001150378063</id><published>2005-12-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:46:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yoku wakannai kedo... It could be the stress of all the exam or assignments or it could be the lack of sleep. Either way something is making me more panicky than usual. Plus, I've also been rather dreamy lately, and my mind keeps thinking about worthless stuff that I shouldn't be thinking about. Not on this busy week. There are exams to worry about. And there's also my practice on driving manual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113377001150378063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113377001150378063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113377001150378063' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113315250715876141</id><published>2005-11-28T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:35:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atarashii kuruma tte... dou iu koto?My dad had finally announced it. The words that I both dread/awaited for... "I bought you a car," he said."Oh, ok," was my reply. My dad then went on and on about what type of a car it is. All I know is that it's some kind of Ford (as you can see, I don't care what type of car it is as long as I can drive it), it's old (14-years-old) and that it's manual.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113315250715876141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113315250715876141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113315250715876141' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113255539302620271</id><published>2005-11-21T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:43:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ningen wa ningen dakara... shou ga nai ne...I find hate a very strong emotion. In fact, just hearing it, typing it, writing it, reading it, saying it... you can just feel the power in that word. Even if it is a simple, "I hate chocolate." (Which I don't! ^^)When I start hating something, I don't try to dwell on it as much as possible. In fact, I would really rather focus my attention on something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113255539302620271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113255539302620271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113255539302620271' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113159512884521718</id><published>2005-11-10T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:58:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kawatteita...Your Birthdate: October 10Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.Your strength: Your ability to gain respectYour weakness: Caring too much what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113159512884521718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113159512884521718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113159512884521718' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-113133639249952049</id><published>2005-11-07T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:31:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ame no tsubuTo say that life is going better for me would be a lie. Cause things have not gone better for me. To say my life is at its worst and I'm doomed for life would be a lie. Because truthfully, I don't think things are that bad. It's just that I can't seem to handle things right at the moment.I've been weaving in and out of depression for quite a while now. This past week has been a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113133639249952049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/113133639249952049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113133639249952049' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112982478433928536</id><published>2005-10-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:13:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret World, tasuke ni ikou...There's an opening in my heartAnd I fell just right into itAnd I can't seem to get outAnd I can't seem to get awayBut I don't feel like breaking outCause this feeling's that breaking inMakes me happy that I could sing...Whoa... I can't believe I could remember this song but for some reason the lyrics have been pounding in my head the whole day. It's a song that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112982478433928536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112982478433928536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112982478433928536' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112902126141929822</id><published>2005-10-11T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:01:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mou... kikitakunai...And just as I thought I could finally break free, once again I've succumbed to my fears and pains.I don't know what was wrong with me. Last Sunday, on my way back from church, I drove on the wrong lane. It was an inner lane that was meant to turn right, but I was going straight. So as I drove straight, to my horror, a car come from the left, turning right, and it knocked into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112902126141929822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112902126141929822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112902126141929822' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112866204199602491</id><published>2005-10-07T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:14:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todokete kono yasashisa ni...When all this life's misleadingBrings me down upon my kneesWhen the walls I've built to save meStart to move inI carry my tears and painAnd throw them into a seaIn hopes that maybe somedayI'll be a better meDon't lie to me tomorrowDon't scream at me todayI'm just another wandererFinding my own wayAnd even though I've stumbledAnd even if I crawlI know I'll make it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112866204199602491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112866204199602491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112866204199602491' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112804830611382909</id><published>2005-09-30T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:45:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yappari chigau yo ne...Natasha: Why are all these people naming hurricanes? It's like they see a hurricane and go 'Look, that's a hurricane! Let's name it! Hurricane... Michelle!'Me: (Chases Natasha and starts whacking her up)Lately, I feel like I'm walking on thin ice. Just as I thought I got the hang of it, it crashes and before I know it, I'm sinking.It's getting to be really hard for me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112804830611382909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112804830611382909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112804830611382909' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112737410581118009</id><published>2005-09-22T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:28:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shinjitsu wa ne...Wow... posting more than once a week! Something really must be up with me. &gt;.&lt;Just as I expected, I decided not to let my anger get to me and I took a 360 degree turn and decided to talk to that friend of mine. I can't avoid her forever. And though she didn't know that I was avoiding her, I could tell she was quite happy that I'm talking to her again.Yesterday we had a special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112737410581118009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112737410581118009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112737410581118009' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112718500027665725</id><published>2005-09-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:56:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hitomi wo tojite..."Wake Me Up When September Ends"Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastwake me up when september endslike my fathers come to passseven years has gone so fastwake me up when september endshere comes the rain againfalling from the starsdrenched in my pain againbecoming who we areas my memory restsbut never forgets what I lostwake me up when september endssummer has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112718500027665725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112718500027665725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112718500027665725' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112697671438614846</id><published>2005-09-18T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:05:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kibou wo shinjirarenaiCan't believe the amount of mess I just got myself into.But before that thank you so much for your well wishes. No surgery for me, thank you very much. Just tons of pills to help with the swelling and lots of my mom's nagging. Lol!!! ^^These days just seem to pass by me, even though a lot has happened.For one thing, my only friend in college has decided to dump me to be with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112697671438614846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112697671438614846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112697671438614846' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112614625731888967</id><published>2005-09-08T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:03:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tooi inochiLast Sunday was a special day for my class in Sunday School as they were about to recieve Holy Communion for the first time. I came to church one hour early, running around giving the kids their name tags, ensuring their place to sit, helping them with their dresses, clothes, head gear (for the girls) and handing out booklets. Keeping them in line, giving them words of encouragement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112614625731888967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112614625731888967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112614625731888967' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112582158274662181</id><published>2005-09-04T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:28:03.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maboroshiibeen a long road to followbeen there and gone tomorrowwithout saying goodbye to yesterdayare the memories I hold still valid?or have the tears deluded them?maybe this time tomorrowthe rain will cease to followand the mist will fade into one more todaysomething somewhere out there keeps callingam I going home?will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?zero gravity what's it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112582158274662181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112582158274662181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112582158274662181' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112539254207181166</id><published>2005-08-30T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:02:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odoroita? Odoroita? Ufufufu... &gt;.&lt;Well, tonight's my Dinner &amp; Dance and I'm looking forward to it. Kinda... the dress makes me feel fat, and I'm wondering if wearing my black boots will go well with it.It's not that I don't have heels, my boots are already heels. Just that it ain't sexy (as some people commented) which usually gets me in a fit of laughter. There aren't many heels out there that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112539254207181166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112539254207181166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112539254207181166' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112472225115730680</id><published>2005-08-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T01:24:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sagashimono ga aruSo after my crazy posts, here's another one. Been doing some surveys and tests here and there for the heck of it. Makes me feel better in a way...---------------Basics---------------FIRST NAME: MichelleMIDDLE NAME: JeanLAST NAME: BrohierNICKNAMES: Chelle, Mich (sigh, some still call me this), Cherry tiger, Cherry, CT, Michiru (I just love this nickname one of my online friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112472225115730680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112472225115730680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112472225115730680' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112472001668344037</id><published>2005-08-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:13:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ame agariBelieving in nothingMakes life so boringSo let's pray for somethingTo feel good in the morning~"Parade" - Garbage~I'm not sure how many of you commented on my last post. I don't know... I didn't check. I hope no one did.I'm ok right now. Really, much better than the time that I posted. It was a phase that's been happening a lot and now I've found ways to get over it.Maybe it's because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112472001668344037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112472001668344037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112472001668344037' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112464023558929047</id><published>2005-08-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:03:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nande... dooshita no... kono watashi?Something is seriously wrong with me.Lately, I've been having sudden urges to burst out crying. And though I'd like to say that I've got a reason to feel that way... I feel like my reasons are more of excuses to escape from reality and start blaming everything on myself.Yes, I am in big trouble. Cause I can't understand what the heck is wrong with me.It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112464023558929047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112464023558929047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112464023558929047' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112407971685019244</id><published>2005-08-15T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:21:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kore mo unmei desu ka?I am Unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned...Well guys, it's back to college for me! And as I wait for my briefing to begin I decided to go back to the dear computer lab in college to check up on some of my usual stuff.I don't know what I'm going to take this term... I only hope it's good. Nyaaa... but I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112407971685019244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112407971685019244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112407971685019244' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112352584302181331</id><published>2005-08-09T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:30:43.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UMIUMIUMIUMIUMIUMItte... daikirai. &gt;.&lt;The beach hates me.Actually, it's the other way around. I hate the beach. But after so many attempts of trying to get used to it, I still fail to enjoy myself.There's something about the waters that turns my stomach upside down. It's not just the waves... but the whole sea in general. I don't like the thought of what's in there, or what had passed through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112352584302181331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112352584302181331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112352584302181331' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112300904393876221</id><published>2005-08-03T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:57:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warau no imi"We're going to Pangkor this Saturday and Sunday," my mom told me."Mmm..." was my reply."Good, isn't it? You can finally get out of the house that you've been complaining so much about lately.""It doesn't make a difference to me.""Why? What do you mean?""I mean it doesn't mean anything to me. Whether I go out, or stay ot home, nothing seems to be able to make me feel better lately.""</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112300904393876221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112300904393876221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112300904393876221' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112244060291571646</id><published>2005-07-27T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:03:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ryoori... DAME!Well, now that the holidays are upon me, I decided to try and spend some time at home and do my chores. I've been planning a lot of things to do at home, but it just doesn't seem to go how I planned it.Last Saturday, my grandfather was around. My sister had to go for sparring while my parents were at work so it's up to me to fix lunch.So I prepared to cook Vindaloo. I was half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112244060291571646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112244060291571646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112244060291571646' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112179830245953375</id><published>2005-07-20T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:04:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nukumori no kiokuLast night, my 1984 Miss Malaysia Aunt Betty celebrated her 40th birthday with such gusto, I started freaking out cause clearly, I don't see what the fuss is all about.She only turned 40... @.@But I guess she accomplished a lot in her life. I mean, I already mentioned that she's a former Miss Malaysia, then she became a model and is now working in a modelling company. She's met a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112179830245953375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112179830245953375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112179830245953375' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112153442849695298</id><published>2005-07-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:20:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Otsukaresama deshita!It's been a very very hard week for me, but I'm glad to say that I survived. As simple as it may sound, but it means something to me.Well, it's the holidays now for me and I've got tons of plans, but I'm wondering whether I'm really going to work on it. Seeing as I'll probably laze about rather than work on them. It takes a lot to motivate me, and it's those rare moments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112153442849695298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112153442849695298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112153442849695298' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112093681119244743</id><published>2005-07-10T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T03:20:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TsubasaSometimes I wish that I can see the end of this dark tunnel. Yet I fear that it may be too much for me...It's 3 am in the morning. What the heck am I doing online?Sometimes I wish that I'd disappear. That I never existed. That everyone should be happy without me. But I might just break down out of my own fears. And that is I've done nothing worthwhile in my life...I really should get some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112093681119244743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112093681119244743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112093681119244743' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-112018772108628089</id><published>2005-07-01T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:09:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rakuen no doa wa hirakuSigh... It takes a lot to do a small gesture that might mean nothing in return. But meh, I tried so I'll leave it to God to tell me whether I did the right thing.And no, you may not ask what I did. :DWith all my assignments lately, I've been getting really sleepy and getting easily knocked out. Just as I sit on the bus on the way home from college, my eyelids will grow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112018772108628089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/112018772108628089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112018772108628089' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111967287934879730</id><published>2005-06-25T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:14:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dare ka no negai ga kanau koro..If I could sing what my heart wants to sing...chiisa na koto de daiji na mono ushinattatsumetai yubiwa ga watashi ni hikattemiseta"ima sae areba ii" to itta kedo  sou ja nakattaanata e tsuzuku doa ga oto mo naku kieta...It'd probably be messed up...anata no shiawase negau hodo  wagamama ga fueteku yosoredemo anata wo hikitometai  itsu datte soudareka no negai ga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111967287934879730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111967287934879730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111967287934879730' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111880711832571336</id><published>2005-06-15T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:45:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amai... amai yo...Women drivers with a P license, you may now rest in ease as one road bully has taken us as a joke.Of course, when I say this, I'm talking about my dad.Ever since I've begun my driving lessons, my dad would laugh at the terrible ways P drivers who are female drive. "Look at how terrible that person drives... P driver? Cheh... woman ah? Hah, typical. Ha ha ha ha ha!"I don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111880711832571336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111880711832571336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111880711832571336' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111824122382680826</id><published>2005-06-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:33:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kaeshite!!! Watashi no toki!! @.@As someone once said, 'another day, another dollar'... but for me, it's just another day wasted dedicated on trying to balance my life between work and my desires for time for myself.There's a war inside of me that's always fighting. In which I'm always wondering if the steps that I'm taking is right or wrong. I let one person take over, and suddenly my whole life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111824122382680826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111824122382680826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111824122382680826' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111772254151155331</id><published>2005-06-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:29:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Machigaetaaaaa!!!!I complained on a message board about my assignments. "This won't end, won't it..." I typed."No, Cherry," wrote back one of the members on the board, who's a few years older than me. "It won't."It's been hectic with all the work and stuff... and with my sister having her holidays now, it's kinda hard to believe that it is the holiday week. After all, I'm still working on my damn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111772254151155331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111772254151155331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111772254151155331' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111694766437457046</id><published>2005-05-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:14:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kimi to iru mirai no tameHa... Another exhausting week, and it looks like it won't let up.Yesterday was the Golden Jubilee for the Archdiocese. I'm not sure how to explain this event, but it has something to do with the Chruches in the KL district. So churches not only from KL and Selangor gathered at the Putra Stadium in Bukit Jalil, but also those from other states like Penang, Melaka... even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111694766437457046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111694766437457046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111694766437457046' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111631440769775266</id><published>2005-05-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:20:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai wo ai toshite airashikuThings have been pretty topsy turvy lately. I've been so busy with my assignments and exams that when I actually do manage to find time to settle down, all I can think of is the amount of work to do the next day.And as much as it may look good, me planning my work and all, it kinda made me realise how messed up my life really is upon entering college. I barely have time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111631440769775266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111631440769775266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111631440769775266' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111518519823471914</id><published>2005-05-04T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:39:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kimochi warui dakedo....I'm cold.That's all I can think of right now as I'm typing this in my college's computer lab. You gotta admit, being in a super cold air-conditioned room makes you wonder how cold can one take, especially if you're going to be in another country with it's natural cold weather...Anyway, how do you guys like the blog skin? Depressing, nya? I like it... but I think I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111518519823471914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111518519823471914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111518519823471914' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111375406055095548</id><published>2005-04-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:07:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ippai tabemono!As we were preparing to go to Aunt Vanessa's, my father had already planned what to bring there.Two boxes of Polvoron. Two already cooked bangus. Some currypuffs, keropok lekor and some cakes.In fact, looking around my house, the place is filled with something to eat ever since my mom came back to the Phillipines. There's of course, the polvoron (How many of you guys remember this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111375406055095548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111375406055095548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111375406055095548' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111337120798877484</id><published>2005-04-13T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:46:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doko ni kitta no? Sono ayashii hito...Did I sound that depressed in my last post? @.@ I was just trying to tell you guys that 'I'm all right' and that I'm okay just saying that over and over again.If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all OK And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these... I'm kinda used to all of this by now. Things happen, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111337120798877484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111337120798877484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111337120798877484' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111271718594194783</id><published>2005-04-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:06:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kibou no TenshiTwo girls were chatting as they were having a drink. One of them asks "Are you in love?"The other girl replies, "Yes, I am."The girl who asked then asks another question in surprise, "But I thought you don't have a boyfriend or a crush?!"The other girl calmly replies, "You don't need a boyfriend or a crush to be in love."Sorry for not posting for so long. Really busy... and really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111271718594194783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111271718594194783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111271718594194783' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111147480210994313</id><published>2005-03-22T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:00:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shiawase no mahouI don't know why, I just feel incredibly happy. Probably because I got to meet some of my college friends again, made even more new friends and chatted with strangers like I enjoyed having small talk (which strangely enough, I do!).There's something about talking that makes you feel a part of something, something big. Maybe it's because beack when we were in high school, our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111147480210994313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111147480210994313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111147480210994313' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-111047310878408706</id><published>2005-03-11T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:45:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wa-ta-shiWhat do I do to ignore them behind me,Do I follow my instincts blindly?Do I hide my pride from these bad dreamsAnd give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?Do I sit here and try to stand it?Or do I try to catch them red-handed?Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thinI make the right moves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111047310878408706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/111047310878408706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111047310878408706' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110982275420285684</id><published>2005-03-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:05:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kuroi no me...I've been sleeping a lot lately. And when I mean a lot I mean there was a time I decided to sleep early around 10 pm, woke up at 7 am, slept at 6pm, woke up at 9 just to sleep at 12 and then wake up at 7 am...And you know what? I'm still tired!!!My assignment got the best of me you could say... it's draining me so much I can barely concentrate lately. Now I'm worried... if I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110982275420285684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110982275420285684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110982275420285684' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110922725237985660</id><published>2005-02-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:40:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Modoranai hibi...I tear my heart openI sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too muchMy scars remind me of a past that is realI tear my heart openJust to feel...~Papa Roach - Scars~Well, I've fallen ill again in less than a month. Definitely a bad sign... but I've gotten used to it, I suppose. I have two new assignments and I'm over my head trying to get this done by the end of next week.Let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110922725237985660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110922725237985660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110922725237985660' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110863725491550418</id><published>2005-02-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:47:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kuyashikuyashikuyashikuyashiiiiii!!I'm so frustrated for today's exam. It turns out that the class that I missed when I fell sick had taught something that was coming out of today's exam. So when I got the paper I looked at that question and I went "Oh god, what is this??"So yeah, I screwed up today's paper. But at least the exam's over...The other two papers weren't so bad. I especially liked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110863725491550418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110863725491550418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110863725491550418' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110788481559116697</id><published>2005-02-09T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:46:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sukoshi komatteru desho?Major confusion going on between the gang, and we should try to settle this fast. You guys are spamming my comments, and I have this strong urge to get a tagboard just to let all of you guys rant there.Or can I just forward all these problems to your blog, Sho? Lol!! All right, all right... I'll get a tagboard when I'm free.Right now, my computer's being reformatted,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110788481559116697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110788481559116697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110788481559116697' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110739645964541682</id><published>2005-02-03T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:07:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watashi wo sagashiteYou're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shyat times but friendly, and you are never weakand always independent. You are incrediblyintelligent (wise beyond your years) and have atalent for many things (sports, music, art).You have a kind and warm personality and enjoythe simple things. Like hanging out withfriends and watching movies at home. But you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110739645964541682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110739645964541682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110739645964541682' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110708448776094112</id><published>2005-01-30T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:28:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nishi kaze no kaeri michiGrew up in a small townAnd when the rain would fall downI just stared out my windowDreaming of what could beAnd if I'd end up happyI would pray (I would pray)Trying hard to reach outBut when I'd try to speak outFelt like no one could hear meWanted to belong hereBut something felt so wrong hereSo I pray (I would pray)I could breakawayI'll spread my wings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110708448776094112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110708448776094112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110708448776094112' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110683799427896992</id><published>2005-01-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:59:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShinjitsuThe worldAt timesIs too complicated for meTo understand.I thought I knewAll there wasAnd thenThe unexpected happensPulling me backInto that holeI fought hardNot to enter.Open your eyesFeel the painAnd let the truthThe painful truthSet you freeAnd walk againOn that pathwayLeading you Into the unexpectedOf which you callLife.What do you think? This was what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110683799427896992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110683799427896992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110683799427896992' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110619268909432990</id><published>2005-01-20T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:44:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gomen nasai!Sorry for being such a jerk this past few days. I'm sorry Marvick for being angry at you and thanks for explaining it to me. It meant a lot...To all those who supported and me helped me out, thanks guys, it all means so much to me.Actually, I'm feeling a little better now thanks to the fact I fell sick yesterday. Lol! I know, I know... how is that possible? Well, for one thing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110619268909432990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110619268909432990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110619268909432990' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110603345772026919</id><published>2005-01-18T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T15:30:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smart... not!Great, just great... looks like someone decided to be a smart ass and trying to cover it up. What were you doing at my house and using my computer?? Were you seeing my things? Just because you were bored that gives you no reason to use my com. Yes, I let your cousin use it, but you....Ugh!!! Fine, you email me first! For I am not going to email you. I demand an explanation, do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110603345772026919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110603345772026919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110603345772026919' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110581392540147641</id><published>2005-01-16T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:32:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kibou wo shinjitaBy the time I'm typing this, Shosh is on her way back to New Zealand. Bye Shosh, it was really great having you around! Gonna miss you lots, girl, so keep in touch.Well, a few things were settled in my line. Some things... not quite so...Miss Lynn is ill!!! Of all the things to happen, she's fallen ill! I'm so worried and have been praying for her recovery. She's such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110581392540147641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110581392540147641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110581392540147641' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110567507282802250</id><published>2005-01-14T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:57:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mou... kikitakunai...I'm actually in the computer lab of KDU right now. I'm very sleepy even though I've yet to enter my first (and only) class of the day. Yes, looks like I'm pretty free on Fridays. Good, cause at least I have a day to look forward to.What can I say... it's been a very trying week. It's like my mood for this week isn't at it's optimum. Everything just comes out wrong and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110567507282802250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110567507282802250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110567507282802250' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110509273680807359</id><published>2005-01-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:12:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tsukareta zo!!!!!!!! MondayWell, it's the first day of college. Dad sent me early because he had to go to work. The Orientation for new students started at 10.30 am, and I was there around 9. I looked around, got all worked up because I was so freaking nervous, and was almost bored.After the orientation, we were given a tour. The facilities here are fantastic. We can use our student card to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110509273680807359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110509273680807359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110509273680807359' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110465362861722829</id><published>2005-01-02T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T16:13:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open your eyes and lookAlmost everyone greeted 2005 with solemnity. There was no reason to celebrate, the greatest tragedy had happened... there is no reason to be celebrating. For the Tsunami taught a great lesson...That your life can be taken away at any given time.May the almighty Lord bless all those killed by the tragedy, granting them eternal peace. And that those who are suffering, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110465362861722829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110465362861722829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110465362861722829' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110424103435918497</id><published>2004-12-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:37:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kanashii kage ni madowanai deI forgot to mention some good news.I finally got a DVD player!!!!! Yes!!!! Finally, daddy decided to buy it for 'his' Christmas present. It's a little troublesome though... as dad keeps it upstairs and if we want to watch it downstairs, we have to take the whole thing out and plug it in.Now I do have a reason to enter Anime.Tech after all!The lump on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110424103435918497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110424103435918497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110424103435918497' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110399794406667598</id><published>2004-12-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:06:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas and a happy new year, minna-san!It's that time of the year, and for me it has officially passed! I didn't get much presents this year as most of my aunts (actually only two... but they're practically all of the aunts I have that really care) have spent their money on me and Tasha's room as a Christmas present. So... yeah, my room has completely changed (except for my cupboard, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110399794406667598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110399794406667598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110399794406667598' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110365544721767197</id><published>2004-12-22T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:57:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MissingI still remember the worldFrom the eyes of a child...Slowly those feelingsWere clouded by what I know now...Where has my heart gone?An uneven trade for the real worldoh I...I want to go back toBelieving in everything and knowing nothing at allI still remember the sunAlways warm on my backSomehow it seems colder nowWhere has my heart gone?Trapped in the eyes of a stranger</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110365544721767197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110365544721767197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110365544721767197' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110312308748121296</id><published>2004-12-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:04:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mune ippai no ai wo hoshizora ni chikau noOften I wonder if I could handle my anger the right way, things would be so much better. But then again, I was not angry all the time. Just truly frustrated. Living a lie for so long is not worth it, I wish to correct it. But, as I suspected, it was not easy and it never happened, as much as I said it would.Playground's school bell rings again Rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110312308748121296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110312308748121296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110312308748121296' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110287326434683034</id><published>2004-12-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:41:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subete kawatte... demo watashi mada ugokatta...Actually, this has to be one of the weridest holidays I've ever had. I'm fighting with my dad on almost everything that concerns me. From my attitude, to my college... even my computer!And now Mom's thinking I'm a slut just because I went out with Afham. When I explained to her that I only wanted to go ice-skating and that he brought his brother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110287326434683034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110287326434683034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110287326434683034' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110182860719711233</id><published>2004-11-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:30:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like she said... Shinkokyuu da!SPM is over! Well... for me. I'm not exactly feeling the full effects of it. I feel like nothing's happened. Like whatever that's happened isn't exactly meaningful. I guess SPM might mean nothing to me actually. It's just an exam... and it does not equal to the rest of my life. My life is mine alone... and whatever happens happens.Confused? Nyaaa...But just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110182860719711233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110182860719711233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110182860719711233' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110157312784055038</id><published>2004-11-28T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:32:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tashikana mirai e try!It can get a little frustrating when you voice your opinions and then people start popping up, claiming I am no better and, though I have the right of speech, that I am completely wrong.As much as it's great to get these opinions, I'd feel much better if that person knew and understood me, rather than pass judgement, claiming I knew too little.Come down to my world and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110157312784055038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110157312784055038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110157312784055038' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-110051117532614520</id><published>2004-11-15T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:32:55.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mou sukoshi...Yoshi! Mou sukoshi owatta yo! Kono SPM! Dou anata tachi no oyasumi no hi? Tanoshikatta? Watashi totemo tsumanakatta... otou-san to okaa-san ga iru dakedo... itsumo isogashii kara ne.Ha ha! So how's my japanese? I believe it's improving. Keh... I know I should be studying now but it's kinda sad seeing as you guys never blog yourselves. Probably studying?Well, I'm already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110051117532614520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/110051117532614520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110051117532614520' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109905997963247095</id><published>2004-10-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:26:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kokoro ga umaretaI'd spread my wings and I'll learn how to flyI'll do all my best till I touch the skyI'll make a wish, take a chance, make a changeAnd break awayOut of the darkness and into the sunBut I won't forget all the ones that I loveI gotta risk, take a chance, make a changeAnd break away...God bless all of you, may He stay with you through your time of need.Good luck, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109905997963247095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109905997963247095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109905997963247095' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109810369997810358</id><published>2004-10-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T04:04:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark magician. You love the dark because of it'sbeauty and just the life that no-one else sees.Mysterious, calm, quiet... But that doesn'tmean you're not friendly!Please rate ^^What kind of dark person are you?brought to you by Quizilla  Kowai...Finding out who you are and what you are meant to do... that is your life mission for the moment.Your capabilities, search for them.Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109810369997810358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109810369997810358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109810369997810358' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109785023116110357</id><published>2004-10-15T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:23:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kidzukanakatta keredo...My gosh... to think 20 more days to SPM! I'm freaking out... yet I'm still watching anime. (Jeez... you think I'd take a leaf out of Weevern's book and stop watching anime or something). But then again... I'd probably kill myself or something.Oh how I just love that song I hearPlaying on my old radioA little bit scratched, though scarred, it still makes me think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109785023116110357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109785023116110357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109785023116110357' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109734097689060032</id><published>2004-10-10T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:56:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109734097689060032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109734097689060032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109734097689060032' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109720948461884263</id><published>2004-10-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T12:24:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don don atatakunatte...Words are very fickle things. Words can bring light into the darkest nights, yet becomes crashing waves of despair next.And it's so simple to wish to die because of those words.Truly, I've been through hell lately.  And as the lines of 'If' in our  petry syllabus goes...If you can watch your world crash down before youAnd stoop, and build them up again with worn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109720948461884263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109720948461884263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109720948461884263' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109664499442379751</id><published>2004-10-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:36:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imi wo sagashiteMy brain has been in a fog lately... important things in my life that should mean something can't exactly sink in. It's like seeing images... you laugh and you smile at it, but you can't feel yourself there.Do you see life as an illusionYet still love it though you are not part of it?And the pain people are trying to inflict upon you is not exactly sinking in. You know it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109664499442379751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109664499442379751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109664499442379751' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109603697914076111</id><published>2004-09-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T22:42:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remind me... who am II'm so sick and tired of waking up every morning, groaning to the fact that my life is going to be hard from now on. You'd think that you'd be feeling this way once you start working...But no... time had decided it's time I woke up from my childish dreams and face what's really going on.That people are expecting highly of me.People are now commenting that I've grown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109603697914076111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109603697914076111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109603697914076111' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109549791007855500</id><published>2004-09-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:58:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yume no tsudzuki... Hajimete noLife after exams, I can tell you, is pretty relieving. You feel like the chains that pulled you down from enjoying yourself have finally released you and you can do whatever you want.Heh, there's still SPM though.Today's my baby cousin's birthday! Happy 1st Birthday, Jean! Grow up cute, pretty... and less annoying.Recently I've been in contact with an online</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109549791007855500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109549791007855500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109549791007855500' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109489425840010977</id><published>2004-09-11T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T17:17:38.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tadaimaaaaaaa!!!!!Yes, I'm back in the internet world!! And I am very, very glad... cause I was about to break as I was really, really depressed lately.Anyway, I've been thinking about this lately. How me walking to tuition affecting other students/people who recognize me.The first time was when I walked to tution... and Liyana and her mom saw me and decided to give me a ride."Why not you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109489425840010977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109489425840010977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109489425840010977' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109301098717756200</id><published>2004-08-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:09:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mienai hoshiI'm a little exhausted know... a lot of things can happen. One moment, you're on top of the world... and the next, heheh...Watch how life pulls you down into it's dark insides as is swallows you whole until you cannot breathe and death seems like a great option.Or not. Jeez, coward.Okay, okay I'll stop it. Can't help it. Really can't. Must get another blog for me to complain, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109301098717756200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109301098717756200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109301098717756200' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109266343059160157</id><published>2004-08-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:37:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fallen Heaven Bend to take my handAnd lead me through the fireBe the long awaited answerTo a long and painful fightTruth be told I tried my bestBut somewhere long the wayI got caught up in all there was to offerBut the cost was so much more than I could bearThough I've tried I've fallenI have sunk so lowI messed upBetter I should knowSo don't come round here andTell me I told you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109266343059160157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109266343059160157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109266343059160157' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739861.post-109250060659459451</id><published>2004-08-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:23:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haru yo... Amaki haru...There's a sort of anger hanging in the air. A silent war, not only agains the people around you, but also coming from the emotions stirring in you.The need to be free is ringing strong, but the responsibilities if life chain you down. There's a need to stand up to who you are, but the past trails you like a shadow. The time to know who you are is near, and it becomes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109250060659459451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739861/posts/default/109250060659459451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fly2dream.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109250060659459451' title=''/><author><name>Cherry tiger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tpBlmRAAnGk/SZWV2XKTiAI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/u12Mxvfglks/S220/8888508.png'/></author></entry></feed>
