<?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-15750820</id><updated>2012-02-15T11:25:18.933+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='games/quiz'/><category term='wish'/><category term='Being single'/><category term='Moments in life that&apos;s worth remembering'/><category term='events'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='e'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='guys'/><category term='interest'/><title type='text'>simply laine*</title><subtitle type='html'>my simple life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>744</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4035872556997188729</id><published>2012-02-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:25:18.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>You have something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;11.20 am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Outside Family Cereal S/B in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Valentine's Day is definitely overrated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I didn't have any celebration whatsoever, I just have the chance to visit Penang and meet my friend there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;It’s always not the fancy gifts or overpriced flowers. It’s also not the lovely messages or the arguments in between.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;It’s what happened after that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If you’re still unhappy after all the lovely celebrations, it’s just not meant to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If you’re still loved, and love after all the bad experiences, you just made your love stronger on V-day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you love everything you’re having with a loving partner, you’re blessed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you started with nothing and end with nothing, god probably decides that it’s just not the right time just yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I started off with something, broken, mending it halfway, half of it still requires some love to heal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have nothing to begin with, but I think my heart just found something it needs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It’s waiting for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4035872556997188729?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/4035872556997188729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=4035872556997188729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4035872556997188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4035872556997188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-have-something.html' title='You have something.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4300005921846326383</id><published>2012-02-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:08:08.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>When everything's not right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to give myself hope that things would change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried, I can’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish things will turn out to be better the next day, but I’ll already have nightmares the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s tiring. &amp;nbsp;I don’t even feel like telling anyone about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will it change anything if I tell you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s if I’m able to talk to you, because there’re difficulties communicating with anyone lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4300005921846326383?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/4300005921846326383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=4300005921846326383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4300005921846326383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4300005921846326383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-everythings-not-right.html' title='When everything&apos;s not right.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2129597407666200382</id><published>2012-02-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:28:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/32GZ3suxRn4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2129597407666200382?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2129597407666200382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2129597407666200382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/tonight.html' title='Tonight.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/32GZ3suxRn4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-864201260654455272</id><published>2012-02-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:05:26.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some facts I don't want to know</title><content type='html'>They say a woman starts aging at the age of 25, where collagen production within a body starts to decrease.&lt;br /&gt;That is why wrinkles and everything starts to be more visible from the age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So women at the age of 25 and above are always encourage to use anti-wrinkle skin care products. To maintain looking young, some eat collagen-rich food ( from the most expensive food such as bird's nest to collagen drinks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do? I sleep and drink more water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO START AGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EXTREMELY DEPRESSED MOOD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-864201260654455272?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/864201260654455272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=864201260654455272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/864201260654455272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/864201260654455272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-facts-i-dont-want-to-know.html' title='Some facts I don&apos;t want to know'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1210517226174502924</id><published>2012-02-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T01:03:46.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>You're not alone. My journey. The beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGjEsuFvDo4/TzFWJZ9XKcI/AAAAAAAACOg/8C8jrwC3lHY/s1600/420180_10150589744681904_549341903_8820579_1855042117_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGjEsuFvDo4/TzFWJZ9XKcI/AAAAAAAACOg/8C8jrwC3lHY/s640/420180_10150589744681904_549341903_8820579_1855042117_n.jpg" width="483" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;. ( A cute Panda Pic from Deric Wong)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Om4VeKSYx0o/TzFLCr63wZI/AAAAAAAACOY/TA-hCAWRTQk/s1600/IMAG0808_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Om4VeKSYx0o/TzFLCr63wZI/AAAAAAAACOY/TA-hCAWRTQk/s640/IMAG0808_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have him to share my secrets with, I have friends that care, a "brother" that reminds me today that he still cares, family that love me unconditionally, Penny that treats me as her only world, and teddy bears that act as a reminder that...er..I have teddy bears. Yes, I love teddy bears. It's like a hero when I woke up from nightmares. Yes, A LOT OF nightmares nowdays. =( I think I'm taking this brown teddy bear down from my cupboard to my bed. My Dora Dora from Grace needs a companion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You’ve been with me for about 7 years I guess. I have never let you go, because I’ll always have a lot to tell, to rant, and a lot more to remember. Most importantly, it’s because you’ll never run away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a bad day today; it makes me tired, frustrated and miserable. Seldom feel that way, because I used to feel so safe back then. It’s always when we really do experience certain things in our life that we become tired of everything. I do feel that way today, I want to quit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I know things weren’t right, I decided not to stay at home. Went out for dinner and supper, then when I returned home I knew I got to do a little thinking to remind myself why I have to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter what path you’ve chosen, there bound to be sweet surprises, bad memories, anger and obstacles. But in the end, you just have to trust and follow your heart. It may be wrong, but at least you learnt. At least you’re no longer curious; you know you can settle down with it -Or the second or third choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine is quite a long journey. I think a lot tonight. Things I do, choose and work on is like a cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;But tonight, I promised myself that I’m ending it properly, for once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The beach has always been a peaceful place for me to visit. It’s always the ideal place for me to relax and have a romantic moment with my loved one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember the first experience (or rather the first experience that I “couldn’t experience”) is when I go to PD with my form 6 mates. I still remember the date, which is 10 December 2006. It was supposed to be part of a celebration with my boyfriend at that time, which we have already discussed before we go that we’re going to walk at the beach at night. Somehow things happened, and he decided not to take that walk. So since then, the beach becomes a place where I’ll be slightly emotional. It’s a dark romantic feeling. Somehow I do manage to take that walk with my girlfriend, FY the next morning during that trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I visit that place again in year 2009, the dark feeling become something different…it became peaceful. But something is missing. It’s like I can never find the last parcel piece I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lt1UVOhv7s/TzFZDPGSBiI/AAAAAAAACOo/eBRWFf9Rl9U/s1600/DSC00758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lt1UVOhv7s/TzFZDPGSBiI/AAAAAAAACOo/eBRWFf9Rl9U/s320/DSC00758.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The same goes to 2010 and 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight, I feel like I need to return to the beach to fill in the last parcel piece. I want to tell the beach that I brought back the same person I’ve once let go, that things could be different this time. That I will be more determined, or rather I could reverse what was once regretted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to tell the same beach, that this time, there’s no longer any missing parcel piece. I’ve found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;( If you really read this post from top to bottom without missing any single paragraph, thank you.)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1210517226174502924?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1210517226174502924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1210517226174502924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1210517226174502924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1210517226174502924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/youre-not-alone-my-journey-beach.html' title='You&apos;re not alone. My journey. The beach.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGjEsuFvDo4/TzFWJZ9XKcI/AAAAAAAACOg/8C8jrwC3lHY/s72-c/420180_10150589744681904_549341903_8820579_1855042117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-651045690430503565</id><published>2012-02-07T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T01:01:51.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>I'll disconnect myself with the world a little bit, because it takes time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-651045690430503565?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/651045690430503565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=651045690430503565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/651045690430503565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/651045690430503565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3533382007193319397</id><published>2012-02-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:54:28.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><title type='text'>Guys like that still exist? (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUcjc0z7P4o/Ty0cK3K82RI/AAAAAAAACOQ/RvDlMxMaIas/s1600/430515_245878778821237_118147031594413_544836_404125107_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUcjc0z7P4o/Ty0cK3K82RI/AAAAAAAACOQ/RvDlMxMaIas/s320/430515_245878778821237_118147031594413_544836_404125107_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...NONSENSE. ENDANGERED SPECIES.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3533382007193319397?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3533382007193319397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3533382007193319397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/guys-like-that-still-exist-part-1.html' title='Guys like that still exist? (Part 1)'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUcjc0z7P4o/Ty0cK3K82RI/AAAAAAAACOQ/RvDlMxMaIas/s72-c/430515_245878778821237_118147031594413_544836_404125107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3481709968450738632</id><published>2012-02-03T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:15:12.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Laine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re reminded today about this:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You can’t depend upon other people for what you want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and you can’t be scared to go out there and get it. You have to dream hard, wish big, and chase after your goals, because no one else is going to do it for you. And even if things don’t work out, you’ll always be able to say you tried.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams. Stand up and make them happen.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;True enough. You’ve been very tired depending on others to feel better, to gain what you want. &amp;nbsp;Now you’re one step closer in pursuing things you’ve always wanted. You decided to continue your ACCA again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You did a good job today. You feel good without heavy makeup or heels on, or hiding from the others. You finally accept how you looked naturally, and decided that it’s not that bad! Most importantly, you acknowledge the feelings of others about you. You quit denying, and accept everything with a genuine smile; especially when it comes to compliments you received today. You smiled sincerely, and you treat the others well without feeling forced.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your confidence is slowly returning to you. You actually played the piano quite well today. It’s because you took a deep breath, and trust yourself more than you’ve ever been in years. People actually stop in front of your studio to listen to you. That is probably your first time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This proved that you couldn’t be as bad as you thought you are. God blessed you with everything you need, and once you’ve make good use of it, you can’t be that bad. Look what you’ve accomplished. Take a few minutes to reflect what you’ve achieved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One very important person to you told you last night that you’re actually good inside out. Trust him. If he says your personality is awesome, prove him right. If he says that you look good, show him that he’s correct. If you deny, you’ll surely prove him wrong. No, don’t do that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s time for you to come out from your safe zone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember laine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3481709968450738632?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3481709968450738632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3481709968450738632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3481709968450738632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3481709968450738632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill you makes you stronger.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6080399086543989090</id><published>2012-02-03T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:30:25.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Too mushy for daylight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got this from FB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;MORAL LESSON: That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;And do not harm yourself in anyway because it does more harm to the person that loves you. Live a healthy lifestyle! Exercise more, don't drink and drive, don't smoke and most importantly, no drugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I know. Not related at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;But it's true isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Healthy Laine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6080399086543989090?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/6080399086543989090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=6080399086543989090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6080399086543989090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6080399086543989090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-mushy-for-daylight.html' title='Too mushy for daylight.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5852672152546141204</id><published>2012-02-01T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:26:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The darkest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Felt as though I don’t need to do it, but I still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knew I just have to affirm it, but I haven’t; or rather can’t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just one gesture and I’m hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a thought and the four walls in my heart are built in next to no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m once confident and that confidence lights up everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I understand how it can make everything seemed better, as a matter of fact, that confidence is as strong as your strength, and define almost as much as the beauty in an individual. I gave in to my insecurities, because it’s so convincing I no longer can fight for myself. Maybe my thought is right, there’s no reason whatsoever to be the only one that deserves that one thing that’s only meant for someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know. It’s down to the core- A little too much to believe or to stand up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every now and then, I question myself. It’s so difficult to be an optimist, I think I almost decided to settle in the dark, because then the blame would be on me. Then, I won’t fall again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But this isn’t right.&amp;nbsp; Everyone deserves to be loved. But I can’t love myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm going to change this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can love my friends for being caring, for being understanding, and admire their beauty in anyway. But why not myself? Do I deserve it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You're like the cool breeze on a hot day. It's always brief, but I smiled for a while before it fades for almost forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5852672152546141204?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/5852672152546141204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=5852672152546141204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5852672152546141204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5852672152546141204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/02/darkest.html' title='The darkest.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2168107217191588405</id><published>2012-01-31T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:15:27.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>you were here.</title><content type='html'>Sounds of the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I don't need to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2168107217191588405?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2168107217191588405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2168107217191588405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-were-here.html' title='you were here.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7139579873704797229</id><published>2012-01-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:06:53.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>When the four walls came down.</title><content type='html'>God makes everybody special in their own way- there's always something to love and something less desired in everyone; because we know that nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will there be somebody who loves everything in an individual? All the imperfections and the past that haunts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard about how a person can love everything about the other half when the love is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it just a saying, or that it's true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As I've said, nobody can achieve perfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, if you've discovered that you love that person so much that the imperfections became something unique to look at, something so different and yet it's easy to embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;everything about that person becomes a reason for you to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;be it the good or what it is that defines her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;something the person has, and only be owned by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That something moves you and wanted to be the only one that's part of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Your heart gain warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7139579873704797229?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7139579873704797229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7139579873704797229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7139579873704797229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7139579873704797229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-four-walls-came-down.html' title='When the four walls came down.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7212744781481619018</id><published>2012-01-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:00:33.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The one that differs.</title><content type='html'>We all have stories from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Some interestingly memorable, some are devastating.&lt;br /&gt;It's all different from each other, but with only a similarity.&lt;br /&gt;That is if we're going to build a future from our vision, we must first leave the past behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when we forgive though we know we can never forget somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not letting your past haunt my future.&lt;br /&gt;Because we're working together based on trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the best, but I will be the best you've ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7212744781481619018?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7212744781481619018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7212744781481619018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7212744781481619018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7212744781481619018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-that-differs.html' title='The one that differs.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-9040334952932049186</id><published>2012-01-26T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:14:54.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The ear of the blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The brief freedom is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to get the most of it every time when I have my holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’re a few more days to go, before I have the random blues daily because of my work and probably…studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had an awesome CNY this time, mainly because I felt as though I’m finally at home- emotionally. I have my family, my friends, and my special one. Everyone’s nearby. So I dressed up every morning, smile and everything’s ready to go. First day of CNY is hectic enough, but that also means I’ve met all people that are important to me, and I did what I should do. At the end of that day, I was so exhausted that I couldn’t go on anymore that night. He sent me home without any complains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a little R&amp;amp;R on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cny day 1&amp;amp; 2 : learnt that if somebody is important to you, it’s not the place you go or the thing you do. (Then of course it’s awesome if the place is interesting too) It’s the conversation you have with that person, and how you’re being treated. You won’t feel like you have to share the attention with somebody else’s phone, or anything else. Nothing comes before you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait. I know that fact long ago, but I didn't realise I actually should not think there's any grey area to tolerate with that fact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went to Neway at Times Square with Grace and FY today. It was fun spending time with friends. The interesting part is, I actually enjoyed shopping alone before and after spending time with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cny day 3: Learnt that I need some alone time (shopping especially) to clear off my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After this brief holiday, I need to face it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes it’s as though I’ve finally break the four walls within me. The ice’s melting. But it’s an endless effort to try to remind myself of the light I’m imagining at the end of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I don't know what's for tomorrow, or the day after that. But one thing for sure, I don't want to know what's ahead.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let the brief freedom be a period of ignorance, to create beautiful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-9040334952932049186?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/9040334952932049186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/9040334952932049186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/ear-of-blind.html' title='The ear of the blind.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3818830855557213779</id><published>2012-01-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:56:02.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Then pain comes in the way.</title><content type='html'>It's a shame that I'm in pain, having to release a little by blogging through my phone.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame that my hands are shaking, tyring real hard to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Praying that my teaching in three group lessons will be fine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;To endure the pain my medications caused me,&lt;br /&gt;But would be harder not taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pain to know that nobody understands.&lt;br /&gt;More painful to know many would try to understand what it feels like, but would never be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame that's I have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;Other than lying down here and hope that I'll be fine by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame that I probably suffered a little more than usual,&lt;br /&gt;And had thought of giving up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should have, than clinging to this thing called hope.&lt;br /&gt;Working hard, harder still mentally, to reach my goals.&lt;br /&gt;But the torturing part haunts at night.&lt;br /&gt;I probably should have known certain dreams are purely not mine.&lt;br /&gt;But you tell me it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other choices I have?&lt;br /&gt;At times dying seemed easier than having to push myself to the limits just to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake to show them the beauty of music,&lt;br /&gt;When I haven't even discover the beauty in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I did it today when I actually thought of giving up,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see their joy, my pain ease a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they thanked me,I smiled in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step further when you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I need to stand on my own. But without anyone, I'm walking backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when hope's fading, don't forget to love.&lt;br /&gt;Love your family, your job, your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we can't live without love.they remind us why we're alive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait to love. Never wait, cause you won't know when they'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love with all your heart. &lt;br /&gt;Cry when you need to.&lt;br /&gt;Love because you want to. Find someone you want, not someone that's convenient to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, because we're all dreamers.&lt;br /&gt;With hope, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be suffering, but I have faith that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;I might forgot at times, where love reminds me of the path I'm pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3818830855557213779?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3818830855557213779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3818830855557213779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3818830855557213779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3818830855557213779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/then-pain-comes-in-way.html' title='Then pain comes in the way.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7530621348030002722</id><published>2012-01-16T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:23:11.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The little things that can make me happy.</title><content type='html'>Things worth being happy ( I think I said that I should post pictures to remind myself I should't be sad):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping alone today at KL Festival City...and I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3gX5kps6eM/TxQ2-9_3qYI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oRlrQ-kHk2s/s1600/IMAG0679_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3gX5kps6eM/TxQ2-9_3qYI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oRlrQ-kHk2s/s320/IMAG0679_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh wait, the black and the pair of pink clips is from Wangswalk a few days ago. ( Korean's fashion )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Besides that, got a pale pink dress that I really love!! (NOT taking picture of it. It's a surprise!!!) &amp;nbsp;=) The new hair clip and earrings are to match it! There's also a pair of stuff to match it. NOT taking picture of it too! 2 secretive items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A58CBXqvHCk/TxQ34So8RCI/AAAAAAAACMw/Tu6H5TcWxAw/s1600/IMAG0680_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A58CBXqvHCk/TxQ34So8RCI/AAAAAAAACMw/Tu6H5TcWxAw/s320/IMAG0680_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, took picture of my new perfume as well, because it's also pink in colour. It's all new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzDzjjpiSZQ/TxQ29Oazq8I/AAAAAAAACMI/SsBvoDDhByg/s1600/IMAG0678_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzDzjjpiSZQ/TxQ29Oazq8I/AAAAAAAACMI/SsBvoDDhByg/s320/IMAG0678_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the accessories I got the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWM_Ewd51as/TxQ2oedcS4I/AAAAAAAACLY/IJZYmrUiKtA/s1600/IMAG0551_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWM_Ewd51as/TxQ2oedcS4I/AAAAAAAACLY/IJZYmrUiKtA/s320/IMAG0551_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New flats, because my scoliosis isn't treating me that well. Got these on 1st of January. You know what, it actually looks good. I know how heels are sexy and all, but flats are cute.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I didn't take picture of my new bag that I received on the same day. How could I. IT'S ALSO PINK IN COLOUR! MATCHES MY DRESS SO WELL! [ excited for nothing like a crazy lil girl]- embracing pink like a little girl again. It's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MkI5Z1pC44/TxQ3AV_qssI/AAAAAAAACMY/fc_-SWzlVEA/s1600/IMAG0681_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0MkI5Z1pC44/TxQ3AV_qssI/AAAAAAAACMY/fc_-SWzlVEA/s320/IMAG0681_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Apparently there is High Definition eye brow pencil and eyelash glue which is black in colour for a more convenient application)&lt;/div&gt;Oh ya, bought this at Parkson in KL Festival too. Nothing expensive. Thank god my foundations, mineral loose powder, lipsticks, eyeliner and blusher from Estee Lauder and Dior still can tahan for a long time. Concealer and fake eye lashes are the one that need to be restock every few months.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I bought lip balm today too!! ( Had 4 ulcers last week, and applied lip balm every hour, which finishes it) Now that will complete the look for this Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10DwEVwsaEY/TxQ2phaWWZI/AAAAAAAACLg/LnPifLoxZXI/s1600/IMAG0554-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10DwEVwsaEY/TxQ2phaWWZI/AAAAAAAACLg/LnPifLoxZXI/s320/IMAG0554-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New clothes from mummy, bought from Kitschen. I bought a polka dot tube top too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0uY6Lg4aHQ/TxQ8Dr0lHMI/AAAAAAAACNA/tHBpEg9Ko2M/s1600/Laine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0uY6Lg4aHQ/TxQ8Dr0lHMI/AAAAAAAACNA/tHBpEg9Ko2M/s320/Laine.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2BOz920SA/TxQ22qGs-kI/AAAAAAAACL4/yPXKclJhnc8/s1600/IMAG0647_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jm2BOz920SA/TxQ22qGs-kI/AAAAAAAACL4/yPXKclJhnc8/s320/IMAG0647_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New jacket from Mango. There's also a spag. stripe which I have no picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56hDtWeoLT4/TxQ2k2XBQsI/AAAAAAAACLI/RWyOfnlvpr4/s1600/IMAG0503_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56hDtWeoLT4/TxQ2k2XBQsI/AAAAAAAACLI/RWyOfnlvpr4/s320/IMAG0503_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another scarf from mummy. Love it. Have a pink one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nv0j69jbdU/TxQ2j4V6RHI/AAAAAAAACLA/ieBUHUhsX_Y/s1600/IMAG0501_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nv0j69jbdU/TxQ2j4V6RHI/AAAAAAAACLA/ieBUHUhsX_Y/s320/IMAG0501_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another new scarf, polka dot one from Mango. Thanks to Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rribJlpL-a0/TxQ3A5P8KlI/AAAAAAAACMc/2od8r6b0xjM/s1600/j4p8UTpC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rribJlpL-a0/TxQ3A5P8KlI/AAAAAAAACMc/2od8r6b0xjM/s320/j4p8UTpC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New hairstyle. Crazy hairstyle. But am trying hard to make it look good. I blow dry it, sometimes tie it, clip it whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvP7SaCTnYA/TxQ27pDg5hI/AAAAAAAACMA/OyJ9ERdBz-o/s1600/IMAG0673-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvP7SaCTnYA/TxQ27pDg5hI/AAAAAAAACMA/OyJ9ERdBz-o/s320/IMAG0673-1-1.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bjn_eJZ4mA/TxQ3BxJC_4I/AAAAAAAACMo/HBzzBf7V26Q/s1600/Laine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bjn_eJZ4mA/TxQ3BxJC_4I/AAAAAAAACMo/HBzzBf7V26Q/s320/Laine.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8uDiQtdFoI/TxQ2rBhuDoI/AAAAAAAACLo/pFuIPeZlZQA/s1600/IMAG0619-2-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8uDiQtdFoI/TxQ2rBhuDoI/AAAAAAAACLo/pFuIPeZlZQA/s320/IMAG0619-2-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLho2RvH19o/TxQ7fpeFZjI/AAAAAAAACM4/5gWMFIUz6_4/s1600/396374_10150538966975140_740675139_11023915_1032006349_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLho2RvH19o/TxQ7fpeFZjI/AAAAAAAACM4/5gWMFIUz6_4/s320/396374_10150538966975140_740675139_11023915_1032006349_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New red top, but that's from last Dec. Got a bodycon dress too. Both from...er...Nichii &amp;nbsp;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, something warm like this (but it's not home cook...but it's ok):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qLz6ljjmQE/TxQ2mSBygyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/1q3uKcCZmpI/s1600/IMAG0519_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qLz6ljjmQE/TxQ2mSBygyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/1q3uKcCZmpI/s320/IMAG0519_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, Laine...why are you still depressed? Let little things like that cheer you up! No, this is not shallow. This is appreciating what you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I splurge a little this month, because I am really unhappy ( but mostly because certain things I really need it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laine, for Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7530621348030002722?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7530621348030002722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7530621348030002722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things-that-can-make-me-happy.html' title='The little things that can make me happy.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3gX5kps6eM/TxQ2-9_3qYI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oRlrQ-kHk2s/s72-c/IMAG0679_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-176960931270976122</id><published>2012-01-16T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:32:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not because the life given isn’t good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She just can’t heal from the constant pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The endless misery about whether or not true love exist at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Family, friends, couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, ridiculous thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-176960931270976122?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/176960931270976122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/176960931270976122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/other-side.html' title='The other side'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-160059150892486429</id><published>2012-01-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:49:21.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's an endless chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-160059150892486429?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/160059150892486429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=160059150892486429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/160059150892486429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/160059150892486429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5090855843669513827</id><published>2012-01-14T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:55:43.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>"This I promise you"</title><content type='html'>Feel as though to believe again is like giving myself a chance to see this life in a better way.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I felt more alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5090855843669513827?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/5090855843669513827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=5090855843669513827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5090855843669513827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5090855843669513827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-i-promise-you.html' title='&quot;This I promise you&quot;'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1307738045270468893</id><published>2012-01-12T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:45:23.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Insecure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I’m ok”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what can you do if I don’t say that I’m fine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s definitely hard to please me at times. But you say I shouldn’t compare myself with the rest. So I don’t for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know why I’m unhappy at times. I know, I should be grateful. I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I just can’t figure out why I’m feeling like this. I just feel insecure after all the incidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you help me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you just tell me you'll be here no matter what? That everything doesn't matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know how they say there'll always be people that are better than you. But the point is to find somebody that will still love you, knowing there's always something better but it doesn't matter to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m just so numb after a long period of feeling insecure and everything. Every single minute, I’ll question myself. I’ll question the others. I’m afraid you’ll run away from me. I’m afraid that I won’t be good enough, or smart enough. I know, you people will think this is ridiculous. It’s not that I don’t know, but I can’t help myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent my whole afternoon and evening on my bed, afraid to look at myself in the mirror, afraid to do my lesson planning because part of me thinks I’ll fail no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I promised myself that I’ll dress up to work tomorrow. I’ll take a picture of myself. I’ll also do 3 of my lesson planning for this Saturday tomorrow. No matter what. At least I try my best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is that correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1307738045270468893?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1307738045270468893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1307738045270468893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1307738045270468893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1307738045270468893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/insecure.html' title='Insecure'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3906561445275137971</id><published>2012-01-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:40:22.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The random goodbye</title><content type='html'>"What do you actually want?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be abandoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be the "second option". That's a sensitive issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to be cherished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like that, I wouldn't even talk about it in front of anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear blog, you're my faithful companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To let go is to collect all bitter memories and let it go all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. How I'm only the back-up plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. How I wasn't even getting any attention when I'm right in front of the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How I'm betrayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How my birthday was just a day together that ended up in a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How V-day and B-day is a joined celebration. I hate joined celebration. Makes either one not special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. How I wasn't appreciated just the way I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How people can just walk away like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. How people could just judge me without considerations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So within these four walls, I can only hope that such anger and resentment could be washed away by a new life I'm living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope this year is a better one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's a little tougher again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since running away is not an option, I can only have faith that things'll get better in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3906561445275137971?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3906561445275137971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3906561445275137971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-goodbye.html' title='The random goodbye'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2037696051207402953</id><published>2012-01-11T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:26:01.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Never happy.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I haven't been happy for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;No sense of accomplishment, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Always in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dealing with people. No social events please.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my time to please all the people that's not going to remember me, when I don't even have the time to make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they think about me. Not my concern.&lt;br /&gt;You want a friend to accompany you to some celebrations?&lt;br /&gt;No, don't find me.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SOCIAL EVENTS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already insecure with how I look, so I don't fancy being judge in public.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2037696051207402953?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2037696051207402953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2037696051207402953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-happy.html' title='Never happy.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-550416898871018023</id><published>2012-01-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:26:13.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could use thousands of words to describe how I feel, but that’s useless to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I could say is, it’s like finding a suitable pair of flats for my big feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes our journey seems exhausting; we then decided to take a break before we continue the journey that will be endless if created by temptations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the times, we actually forgot that it was a break, we then head to the other direction, leaving it behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some say it’s meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some say it’s a fork road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It actually depends on your heart. If you want it to be that way, then it is meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A change of direction is only a change in heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So sometimes we just have to close our eyes and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-550416898871018023?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/550416898871018023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=550416898871018023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/550416898871018023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/550416898871018023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/listen.html' title='Listen.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7948137698430109976</id><published>2012-01-06T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:12:45.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I stayed strong this afternoon.</title><content type='html'>Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not better than any of them, but I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;Medicines and everything is taking it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't sing now, but I'll just try my best to sing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as hardworking, but I'll try to perform with confidence tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm never the best.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to have faith in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say you'll actually do better when you've faith?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;So if anything happens, maybe it's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Between responsibility and health..&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people know their priorities because they choose what they can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's not only what you can't live without, it's what the person you love need.&lt;br /&gt;When together, it becomes a goal.&lt;br /&gt;If we can't put both together, it's never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;They might need me, but it's not something I could live with for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I'm not meant to be theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because I can never last long in anybody's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7948137698430109976?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7948137698430109976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7948137698430109976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-stayed-strong-this-afternoon.html' title='I stayed strong this afternoon.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-9090463063411281930</id><published>2012-01-05T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:39:23.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>This don't feel right at all. If I don't get enough rest now, I'll go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away, but I don't want to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;Would anyone let go their current life for a future with me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through a major change in life again.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these two years ain't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED.YOU GET ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-9090463063411281930?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/9090463063411281930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/9090463063411281930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2466271635350442556</id><published>2012-01-04T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:18:33.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Nothing lovable.</title><content type='html'>Everything is so dark.&lt;br /&gt;Guide me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing control, I don't want to be lost anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But to come out from the dark, I have to find a source of light.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2466271635350442556?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2466271635350442556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2466271635350442556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2466271635350442556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2466271635350442556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-lovable.html' title='Nothing lovable.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1843379470467377997</id><published>2012-01-02T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:19:28.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>and it's a new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving affirmation to something so subjective, something the others could not even face it head on at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Putting on confidence like it exists to go on without a core. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Playing games by the rules knowing there’s loopholes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew I’ll fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will things change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s like carrying an umbrella in a small bag, in case it’ll rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes it happens, but the preparation is a little troublesome. It occupies weight. It can be heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I rather not carry it at all, we’ll be wet if it’s heavy rain anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We can’t be sure of the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had stop trying to please anyone already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1843379470467377997?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1843379470467377997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1843379470467377997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1843379470467377997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1843379470467377997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-its-new-year.html' title='and it&apos;s a new year.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4295251949320515603</id><published>2011-12-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:57:45.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Not apparent</title><content type='html'>I'm emotional.&lt;div&gt;I forgot why am I staying strong and am learning to love myself more each day again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not as simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know it's not that, because we knew what will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I doing all these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder I have a personal blog. I have too much nonsense to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4295251949320515603?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/4295251949320515603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=4295251949320515603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4295251949320515603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4295251949320515603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-apparent.html' title='Not apparent'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3449587836679573398</id><published>2011-12-30T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:11:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some nonsense for Laine today.</title><content type='html'>Bought Tresor in Love by Lancome today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tkqn6wx67Y/TvyPgQ-FBSI/AAAAAAAACK4/ISfakpVOjJQ/s1600/xtra_2251%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tkqn6wx67Y/TvyPgQ-FBSI/AAAAAAAACK4/ISfakpVOjJQ/s320/xtra_2251%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, a different brand after a few type of fragrances from DKNY.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to find an image, and this is what I found on Lancome's web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The treasured moment when everything starts, a liberated spirit of romance conveyed with floral notes... Both luminous and vibrant, sensual and radiant, Trésor in Love is a soaring hymn to love. The heroine of Trésor in Love lives her love story with a desarming spontaneity. Just like the mixed feelings of a young woman in love, when the infinite sweetness of the meeting becomes confused with the intensity of the feelings, the juice of Trésor in Love was made with many constrasts: a new irresistible floral, composed of a touch of nectarine and wood of cedar, a characteristic rose and a bright jasmine. Object of desire with slender lines, the bottle of Trésor in Love delivers a resolutely modern energy, like an essence of today. A black satin rose adorns the bottle like a lucky charm around the neck. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lancome.com.sg/_en/_sg/catalog/productfragrance.aspx?prdcode=072135&amp;amp;CategoryCode=AXEFragrance%5EF1_TresorInLove%5EF2_Tresorinlove_fragrance&amp;amp;vname=nam"&gt;http://www.lancome.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description is so...marketable. lol. Young woman in love, with infinite sweetness. I shall not use this after 30 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to get Coach's Poppy perfume spray next time, love to use different perfumes for night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume smells different on everyone, and that's the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3449587836679573398?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3449587836679573398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3449587836679573398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3449587836679573398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3449587836679573398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-nonsense-for-laine-today.html' title='Some nonsense for Laine today.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tkqn6wx67Y/TvyPgQ-FBSI/AAAAAAAACK4/ISfakpVOjJQ/s72-c/xtra_2251%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7882461898007801711</id><published>2011-12-29T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:37:28.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I smiled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;although things might not be as smooth as I always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I close my eyes and remind myself what people with positive aura always tell me. I recalled all the positive energy given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;__________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Give yourself some time to think who the person that understands you most is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;…because you’ll never feel alone that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s harsh thinking there isn’t anyone that’s with you. There must be at least one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one that’ll catch you when you fall. The one that will be helping you when you have nothing. The one that will tell you everything is going to be fine and taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be it my mum, dad, or any person that cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because all I need now is to know somebody will catch me when I fall. 2012 is going to be as challenging as this year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Year 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Save more money. It seems that I CAN NEVER SAVE. Something must always happen when I have savings. Need more money for my trip next year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Be more positive. I have to convince myself that I’m not alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Give more. I feel good when I help people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Cure. Or heading to the right path at least.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;# Learn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;______________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watched The Back-up Plan by J.Lo again.&lt;br /&gt;Love it for all the deep meanings behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching one movie everyday for 3 days already.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listening to: Halo by Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meaningful lyrics, a fresh start from everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;and it always starts with the end of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time is always given for plenty of reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time is definitely money! Well, sides that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It heals, it proves certain things wrong or right, it's testing your patience, it's everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7882461898007801711?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7882461898007801711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7882461898007801711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7882461898007801711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7882461898007801711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-smiled.html' title='I smiled..'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8528691718109253721</id><published>2011-12-27T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:18:26.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>"A thousand more"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wake up one morning realizing it’s my off-day. The annoying part is there’s always something unimportant that I need to worry about when I’m not busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Knock it off already, it’s your holiday”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, it doesn’t work that way. So I never once think that it’s relaxing on my holiday. There’s always something to do. Actually it wasn’t anything necessary, but I just can’t let go of anything, and I hate this part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So right now, at 8.25pm, I tell myself there is at least 3 proper hours for me to learn to enjoy my day before it ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if my pedicure was ruined because I was wearing shoes? I can always paint it back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if they think I’m not doing the right thing? I think I am. If I don’t, I’m giving myself a chance to learn from my mistake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I don’t take it lightly, I’m only suffering from it and I go to bed angry. No point doing so, because I’m not dying from that tiny problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t sleep well two days ago for being too worried how the person I care and love think about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m afraid he thinks I’m crazy for worrying things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so I spent the last 24 hours thinking, people that love me, they tried to convince me that I am fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If they think I’m fine, then I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to stop thinking and worrying petty things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find people to talk to when I'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, certain things are better untold. But if it eats you up from the inside, what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;M told me, " everyone deserves to be heard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm probably the weaker type, because I can't hold it all together at times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, tell me I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;B told me I'm doing fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes it’s how you think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinking back, i can actually be a happy and simple girl. That doesn’t mean one is shallow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just choose to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe next time I should post 5 pictures that makes me happy in a week to remind myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Career, it’s important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I can’t focus on it if I am not making myself happy first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Let it go, everything is fine, you’re loved”. That’s how I convince myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I'm going to find some food for supper, not worrying that I'm going to be fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not going to look at my nails and think it's ugly and be sad because I can't have long fingernails forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not going to think what I don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;because I have a lot from unconditional love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8528691718109253721?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8528691718109253721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8528691718109253721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wake-up-one-morning-realizing-its-my.html' title='&quot;A thousand more&quot;'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5145067690687203736</id><published>2011-12-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:58:35.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Intangible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m afraid of everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m afraid of communicating with most of the people out there because they judge, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then again, it’s because I’m capable of pretending that I’m fine with everything that makes me stay where I am now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till now, I’m still afraid to look at the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m dissatisfied with everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I tell myself I would at least make an effort to look at each person in the eyes and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whenever I’m so insecure with the way I look, I take a picture of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s still a long way to go. So far, but I’m already exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if everyone out there is fighting for their future, why am I stopping?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told myself I’ll learn to completely forgive and forget people that once made my life miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve all made mistakes isn’t it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Move forward, and remember to learn from mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We always hope for a second chance. If you’re given one, do feel lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most importantly, I want to forgive myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time for me to wake up already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, life does look like a bed of roses for certain people. But for most of us, we’ll just have to work for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here’s what I tell myself:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laine, smile to everybody. Greet them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile to yourself whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. Tell yourself you look just fine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People that love you will just love you the way you are, isn’t it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If there are people that hate the way you look, you know they’re not for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And why torture yourself with all the hatred when you can forgive?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive the others, forgive yourself. Start everything again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love yourself, because if you don’t, you’re not giving a chance for the others to love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s a very difficult task I’m handling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Convince me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whatever that's material, we can always earn it in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But to be able to truly love, you're really rich if you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5145067690687203736?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/5145067690687203736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=5145067690687203736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5145067690687203736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5145067690687203736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/intangible.html' title='Intangible'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4897811900509367003</id><published>2011-12-19T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:42:30.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>awake</title><content type='html'>and I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4897811900509367003?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/4897811900509367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=4897811900509367003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4897811900509367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4897811900509367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/awake.html' title='awake'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3700058243330738485</id><published>2011-12-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:45:09.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Last christmas</title><content type='html'>Nothing is perfectly good today.&lt;div&gt;It's the usual working saturday with stress and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel contented tonight...because I'm on my bed at 10.35pm, getting prepared to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't any special someone on my bed tonight like how it used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't anyone that's buying me gifts or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have responsibilities and commitments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's the feeling that you know you're safe, because there isn't anyone that's sleeping beside you that's going to betray you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm on my own tonight, or any nights in the future if I have someone beside me, I know nobody I won't sharing my love with somebody that lies to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's going to be peaceful sleeping alone tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It better be, because I'll be teaching from 10 am to 7.30pm non-stop tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3700058243330738485?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3700058243330738485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3700058243330738485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3700058243330738485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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going to shape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I know I have nothing without trying.&lt;br /&gt;But I may have something I never had before if I have the courage to step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shall face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2028481091175801462?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2028481091175801462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2028481091175801462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2028481091175801462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2028481091175801462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-forward.html' title='Look forward.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8217794966077429770</id><published>2011-12-13T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:36:00.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen again and again like a cycle, as if they’re testing your faith or whether or not you’ve learnt from your previous mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to decide?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of running in circles.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like watching a show with a predictable ending.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect anybody to understand, because it’s not like it’s worth taking time to understand somebody that is totally unrelated anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it a repeated cycle? &lt;br /&gt;I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: John Hiatt- Have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8217794966077429770?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/8217794966077429770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=8217794966077429770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8217794966077429770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8217794966077429770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2642093388624040107</id><published>2011-12-12T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:47:59.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><title type='text'>Look at the stars.</title><content type='html'>A secret only my readers here know: &lt;br /&gt;I wish to have time to practice this song.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm innocent like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NO-ecxHEPqI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy I can't afford to get sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get better instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With twinkly love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2642093388624040107?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2642093388624040107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2642093388624040107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2642093388624040107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2642093388624040107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-at-stars.html' title='Look at the stars.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NO-ecxHEPqI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4521389003140857419</id><published>2011-12-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:47:15.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>ayer</title><content type='html'>On my bed with my phone now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very tired, but it's my brain that's not giving me a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm complicating things.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a problem if I actually just need to think it's not.&lt;br /&gt;Why the blues then.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm out off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4521389003140857419?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4521389003140857419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4521389003140857419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/ayer.html' title='ayer'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7458307149606870400</id><published>2011-12-09T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:55:55.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Stay strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;I don't want to be one of those&lt;/span&gt; that will only “touch and go” in any matters in life. But I felt like one of them. I’ll question myself now and then about what kind of person I actually am. Am I consistent enough in my job? Am I performing well? Am I responsible enough?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m very tired of doubting myself. Quite often I wouldn’t even look at myself in the mirror for being afraid of realizing how much wrinkles I have, how ugly I would look without any makeup, then I figure it’s not that my makeup skills is the awesome anyway. But the insecurity in me kills me from the inside, because I wouldn’t even want to look at myself. I wouldn’t even want to make any eye contact with anyone if possible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Then I figure if I dun take the first step to look at myself in a different way, nobody would.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yes, I made a lot of mistakes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There’re only two types of people -Those that learnt from it, and those that will continue to make mistakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Suffered from it, partly healed, and will continue to stay strong and only be wiser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I guess I have to be positive. If I hate how I look, I make sure I find the right one to convince me I look good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If I hate my work, I have to find people that make me love my job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Reduce negative energy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7458307149606870400?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7458307149606870400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7458307149606870400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7458307149606870400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7458307149606870400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/stay-strong.html' title='Stay strong.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1722569951858086317</id><published>2011-12-08T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:50:27.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder: it's a friday tml. No, not a good sign.</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm going to be more organised from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this crazy headache anymore. Painkiller please!&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna say I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1722569951858086317?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1722569951858086317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1722569951858086317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1722569951858086317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1722569951858086317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/reminder-its-friday-tml-no-not-good.html' title='Reminder: it&apos;s a friday tml. No, not a good sign.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-486249804459612196</id><published>2011-12-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:33:59.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>My week's pretty hectic, most probably will last the whole month or even a few months.&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list is so long I feel like being ignorant about everything and forget about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still alive, that means I'm still responsible in making sure I'm "living"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I know we're all working hard together.&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-486249804459612196?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/486249804459612196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/486249804459612196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1013677453769315891</id><published>2011-12-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:17:34.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>and it's still so nice to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L3dWIKID56c" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1013677453769315891?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1013677453769315891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1013677453769315891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1013677453769315891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1013677453769315891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L3dWIKID56c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2823597264999935429</id><published>2011-12-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:34:25.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Laine's 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s December already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year isn’t easy for me. I went through a lot of different obstacles, solve most of it, and still am working hard in solving the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think it’s not how you start the year (though it still matters) but how you went through it, and how you end it.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to reflect. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( I'll insert pictures of myself to see the difference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;January 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized I did not blog at all on January this year, most probably because I’m unhappy all the time. I was head over heels in love with the wrong person. Mostly lost inside me, and not knowing what path I am heading since I’ve just started teaching for a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;February 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s supposed to be an awesome month for me. V-day and my birthday’s on the same month, but it appeared to be one of the few horrible months of the year. (…and I can still laugh about it now, I’m awesome like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spend the whole month under training at Yamaha’s headquarter, emotionally abused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A4Wgj2J79A/TtzXeUZYmsI/AAAAAAAACJc/DQc9xvlTvys/s1600/IMAG0140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A4Wgj2J79A/TtzXeUZYmsI/AAAAAAAACJc/DQc9xvlTvys/s320/IMAG0140.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, and for the first week there, I don’t even know what the hell it’s all about. But I’ve learnt a lot. My birthday this year is the worst day in the whole year I guess. Sleepless nights, fought with somebody, cried, absent for training, and do nothing at a place I don’t belong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I guess all this make me a stronger person now. At least I don’t expect anything now. When you expect nothing, you’re happy for anything good. Even the slightest good deed can make you happy. So if bad things happen, you’re ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some say I’m pessimistic, I think I’m protecting myself in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ27bX2y5KU/TtzXP7pOVZI/AAAAAAAACJU/OMpJmxU81fI/s1600/IMAG0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ27bX2y5KU/TtzXP7pOVZI/AAAAAAAACJU/OMpJmxU81fI/s320/IMAG0110.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;March-August 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m in the dark. When I read back my blog, it’s all about “tell me you do love me”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t think I will do that anymore. I think I prefer to be told instead of asking for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZRHrVI9m1E/TtzYLDyVBRI/AAAAAAAACJs/WByhfpbYVKk/s1600/IMAG0091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZRHrVI9m1E/TtzYLDyVBRI/AAAAAAAACJs/WByhfpbYVKk/s320/IMAG0091.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If somebody cares, you don’t need to ask for it. You just get it. (I think so?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3DwZWfsH_kw/TtzgOvWCypI/AAAAAAAACKs/Y4Q1IMhC1cs/s1600/love-who-you-find-true-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3DwZWfsH_kw/TtzgOvWCypI/AAAAAAAACKs/Y4Q1IMhC1cs/s320/love-who-you-find-true-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At that time, I keep asking questions to get some sense of belonging, to get certain recognition from people I care. Then I realized, if they really do care, you get it right away when you look at them. They know and you don’t need to say a word. If you ask more than twice and you still don’t get it…I think it’s better to walk away. That’s what I tell myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got betrayed, walked out of it. Was hurting so much I wish I die. Plenty of questions, anger, sadness, and everything. Got rid out it, and I’m proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;September 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most painful healing process in my life -That’s when I discover who my true friends are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEvSwnivZxA/TtzcTuemEFI/AAAAAAAACKc/Zw1k7LTTa0U/s1600/Laine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEvSwnivZxA/TtzcTuemEFI/AAAAAAAACKc/Zw1k7LTTa0U/s320/Laine.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got slightly better from the “pain” and “downfall”. Had some problem that I have to solve and keep it to myself. After that car crash and everything, I felt like I’ve been through one of the worst, so since I’m at the bottom, the only way I could go is up. There couldn’t be anything worst anymore. Then I got a little more positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;November 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Better than November. I have a little sense of achievement from my job and everything. But I’m still in the process of healing. Have a different view about life ever since. Found out that if a person wants to care about you, he cares unconditionally. There’s no need to ask or be angry over people that don’t give a damn about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UTRRLn_UTM/TtzaSI7q5ZI/AAAAAAAACKU/UdYI8EhJgEQ/s1600/Laine+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UTRRLn_UTM/TtzaSI7q5ZI/AAAAAAAACKU/UdYI8EhJgEQ/s320/Laine+%25283%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and I had a bad hairdo. Corrected it after I complained to the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;December 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am, reflecting. My life this year isn’t exactly how I’ve sum it up, but it’s about there. Along the way, there’s anger, hatred, misery, disappointment and everything negative; but there’s also happiness in different ways that keep me alive. It’s not a bad year; it’s just a year where I learn the most so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pursue your dreams. Pursue your happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to love myself more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because if I don’t, I disappoint people that love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not really the end of the year. Hopefully there’s better things ahead before year 2011 ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUBNeCHqv3A/TtzerNBv7pI/AAAAAAAACKk/wGqA_EnIqwo/s1600/Happiness-Hands1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUBNeCHqv3A/TtzerNBv7pI/AAAAAAAACKk/wGqA_EnIqwo/s320/Happiness-Hands1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes it takes me some time to reflect to know what I have, or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2823597264999935429?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2823597264999935429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2823597264999935429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2823597264999935429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2823597264999935429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/laines-2011.html' title='Laine&apos;s 2011'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A4Wgj2J79A/TtzXeUZYmsI/AAAAAAAACJc/DQc9xvlTvys/s72-c/IMAG0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3161395636820094424</id><published>2011-12-02T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:34:31.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>When we're no longer teenagers.</title><content type='html'>There’s so much going on that I don’t know where to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are in China right now, and I have to spend the whole week at home alone, but somehow not really alone. So much housework all day and it’s never fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work’s pretty crazy lately, so hectic I feel like yelling every single time I work. The management drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow manage to go through it will a smile on my face everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s as though god knows I need somebody to share my burden with, he sends a person to care about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s always balance I guess. When most things seemed to be so dull, there must be something that’s bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to keep that light, but why bother keeping when you know it will most probably fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like keeping some hope in the midst of all disappointments. Sometimes it’s a dream come true, sometimes it’s because I’m naïve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve step into it a little too deep then I thought. This feeling I am having now is more complicated than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time I stop being so pessimistic and begin having faith in the brighter side of life again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it time I stop believing that there’s ever going to be someone there for me? That I can trust no one from my experience? Stop thinking there is always a good ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that…good thing don’t always happen, it’s time to appreciate what I have already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re the same. We try to improve in everyway . We try to get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you found out that you rather be with somebody you love anywhere&amp;nbsp;than exploring the world alone, you're indeed in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3161395636820094424?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3161395636820094424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3161395636820094424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3161395636820094424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3161395636820094424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-were-no-longer-teenagers.html' title='When we&apos;re no longer teenagers.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8038819191102623074</id><published>2011-11-25T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:39:39.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>cut</title><content type='html'>Ok...I had enough from everything..&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8038819191102623074?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/8038819191102623074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=8038819191102623074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8038819191102623074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8038819191102623074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/cut.html' title='cut'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1472149618720309410</id><published>2011-11-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:10:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't.</title><content type='html'>I thought of how people would discriminate one another...and I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1472149618720309410?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1472149618720309410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1472149618720309410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6290088143979557440</id><published>2011-11-23T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T02:35:20.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;23/11/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Around 1 o’clock in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be able to hear from the person that once hurt you years ago and acknowledges that he made a mistake. To hear from him that way after years, and to know that he knew he's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6290088143979557440?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/6290088143979557440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=6290088143979557440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6290088143979557440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6290088143979557440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7759839647430478846</id><published>2011-11-21T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:18:06.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Sea bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s a house she made a home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was once rejected when I offer one; only to realize it’s only worth giving if the person at&amp;nbsp;the receiving end thinks you’re worth it, thinks you’re irreplaceable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I keep it to myself now. I feel home when I attend to my own feelings. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7759839647430478846?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7759839647430478846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7759839647430478846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7759839647430478846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7759839647430478846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/sea-bed.html' title='Sea bed'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1689267812712111114</id><published>2011-11-19T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:54:10.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Coffee- a story behind the rich taste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interest or passion is something developed from within, something we shouldn’t rely on anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interest shouldn’t die because of anything, just from my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It could start off from someone else, but shouldn’t stop there nor die because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was my brother that I start to love music when I’m still 3. I can remember the way he sings and plays the piano like there’s nobody else in the whole apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was his passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll never know where that leads you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m afraid of a lot of things, so afraid my hand could literally shake so much that I can’t even play the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that doesn’t stop me from pursuing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I believe that pursuing your true interest is never hard, compared to having a comfortable environment, facing something you know you’ll never love no matter how good you’re able to achieve it. Because I’ve been there…so probably it’s time for a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know how it will be. I’ll probably be a loser in that field or something. But at least I can tell god that I’ve tried my best, and I can sleep at night without any regrets nor the need to wonder how is it like for me to be there…because I can tell myself that I’ve been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;We're never old.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;We can just either get wiser, or ignorant.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;My current fav song:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IjRzAq6cses" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aVHWNOVZ_AY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1689267812712111114?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1689267812712111114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1689267812712111114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1689267812712111114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1689267812712111114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/coffee-story-behind-rich-taste.html' title='Coffee- a story behind the rich taste.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IjRzAq6cses/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4925638919495462557</id><published>2011-11-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:12:41.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>My mama taught me better than that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw anger in my dreams, that deep hatred and anger that is enough to kill a person from the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried to scream, beat, punch n even kill people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It tempts me to vent out my frustration in reality, but I knew doing it will just satisfy the devil in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should be better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why bother being angry over something I could never change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why bother thinking about things that would never exist again in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to care about people that actually care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fooling around with me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again, I appreciate whoever that’s with me all this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I could be of any help to you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not many, but one or two good friends are already good enough, as I always say to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On holiday next Tuesday till Saturday!!! Excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there's any reader here, shall we dedicate 5 minutes of the day to forget all the stress we have at work, the misery, frustration and anger or sadness, and just listen to a song and smile for being grateful we're alive...with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;May I suggest "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by Ituana =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4925638919495462557?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/4925638919495462557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=4925638919495462557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4925638919495462557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4925638919495462557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mama-taught-me-better-than-that.html' title='My mama taught me better than that'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2854662328939898774</id><published>2011-11-15T02:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:59:59.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Because I want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you’ve ever thought of somebody even when you’re busy, probably that somebody means something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always think I’m not good enough. (Yes, I do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But if there’s someone that sees me as being adequate to be called even only as “not bad”, I’m happy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be thought that I’m still that girl that I used to be, to be assumed that I can be helped, I saw hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then the world doesn’t seem that grey anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m always a pessimist, but I shall try my best not to anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Can I start again?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think if we never try something new or start all over again at least once, we’re never complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All tumbles down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, just shake it off and say I’ll do it no matter how many times it takes for me to get it correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because there are people out there that wants me to stand on my own again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2854662328939898774?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2854662328939898774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2854662328939898774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2854662328939898774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2854662328939898774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-i-want-to.html' title='Because I want to.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5900901448904419896</id><published>2011-11-11T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:52:01.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Play. Sing. Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m really the worst piano player among all piano teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WLPtrJ714g/Tr0p8nmPhEI/AAAAAAAACIA/SQmcGiWlJvM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WLPtrJ714g/Tr0p8nmPhEI/AAAAAAAACIA/SQmcGiWlJvM/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t play any songs perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does that mean I’m not a good teacher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does that mean I can’t do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does that mean I have to accept the fact that I will never be good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not that good in singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CKhhJJ_PXY/Tr0qfN27zKI/AAAAAAAACII/xPwEhoIUszs/s1600/sing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CKhhJJ_PXY/Tr0qfN27zKI/AAAAAAAACII/xPwEhoIUszs/s1600/sing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But does that mean I have to stop singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does that mean that I can never be good in that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Graduated from college, but still learning more than I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now have to play the piano, sing and at times dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX8G2qv0GKc/Tr0pGdHjU4I/AAAAAAAACH4/M5kfriy2T4k/s1600/dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX8G2qv0GKc/Tr0pGdHjU4I/AAAAAAAACH4/M5kfriy2T4k/s320/dance.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m glad I’m able too. Yes, I still spend time learning, still paying that huge amount for my education (not accounting anymore, somehow grateful for it),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But that means I’m still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I make a lot of mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I am still learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't play the piano to compare. I play because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't sing to be heard. I sing because I have to, and I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I dance because I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5900901448904419896?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/5900901448904419896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=5900901448904419896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5900901448904419896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5900901448904419896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/play-sing-dance.html' title='Play. Sing. Dance.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WLPtrJ714g/Tr0p8nmPhEI/AAAAAAAACIA/SQmcGiWlJvM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3638763502722553213</id><published>2011-11-11T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:51:02.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>0 m per sec</title><content type='html'>I can already imagine how everyone will talk about 11.11.11 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, it's special.&lt;br /&gt;So how do we capture the moment?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to share with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a picture on 11.11am, on 11.11.11?&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that?...I've never been a fan in remembering dates that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll roll my eyes and then roll on my bed twice if I read more than 10 messages on FB about how they'll treasure the moment, love and love and love.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's sweet if you have a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely special for couples that're getting married on that date.&lt;br /&gt;Special to start something new that day, to create memories.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3638763502722553213?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1112479547353078328</id><published>2011-11-10T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:45:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is ever enough</title><content type='html'>It's difficult to "build up" that "reputation" in my working place.&lt;br /&gt;The competition is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's always harder than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I really want remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably just have to focus at my task of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1112479547353078328?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1112479547353078328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1112479547353078328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1112479547353078328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1112479547353078328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-is-ever-enough.html' title='Nothing is ever enough'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3845357957366789628</id><published>2011-11-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:35:32.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk, for we can't stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How are you today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you happy with what you have?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you feel blessed for all your gifts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took a step forward again today to be happy. I decided that my happiness is more important than any other thing today. So I step out of the “box” and see what the world has to offer. If spending some money and time for a day could buy me a good memory to survive later on for the week or month, I decided that it is WORTH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know exactly about the outcome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I tried my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;LFY and BHK went home with a big shopping bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went home with two.&amp;nbsp; You both please remember to wear whatever you bought tonight the next time I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3845357957366789628?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3845357957366789628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3845357957366789628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3845357957366789628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3845357957366789628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/walk-for-we-cant-stop.html' title='Walk, for we can&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2777621124412248846</id><published>2011-11-06T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:42:42.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;My heart is filled with gladness, emptiness and sorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to sleep before midnight for the past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nowadays there’s just too much things to think about, since I have no one to share with most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to trouble my friends by asking repeated questions every day. As a matter of fact, I used to do that to ease my anxieties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m saved by people all around me that care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I wake up every day and remind myself that I am lucky to be so blessed. I greet Penny in the morning, talk to my mom, drink a cup of Nescafe while listening to Olivia Ong’s songs and then try to move on to solve my daily matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel secure because I know there are people I can run to when I need help. Not many, but if they are sincere, that’s everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To people that read my blog and care for me… ( though I may not be sure ) thanks. I might know you care, or I might not. &amp;nbsp;Who am I to think there’s so many that care for me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it’s ok, I’ll know in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like how Darling Grace knows that I’m lonely when I’m in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the special meaning behind those random gift that makes me feel..loved =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CFJd8uwvDU/TrV0BGsmhwI/AAAAAAAACHw/BKpUilSZRsQ/s1600/IMAG0484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CFJd8uwvDU/TrV0BGsmhwI/AAAAAAAACHw/BKpUilSZRsQ/s320/IMAG0484.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because friends will find you, or find a way to tell you that they’ll find a way to be with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They’ll talk to you once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there’re friends that help you when you’re in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If there’s one thing I’ve learnt, I voiced out my feelings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don’t want to die one day, and regret not telling anything I feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have secrets that I keep to myself, I wonder if anyone would walk away from me once they know it. But I guess that doesn't stop me from being positive, because they made me believe that I'm not judged by my past. Is that correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cry tonight, because I feel blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2777621124412248846?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2777621124412248846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2777621124412248846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2777621124412248846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2777621124412248846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CFJd8uwvDU/TrV0BGsmhwI/AAAAAAAACHw/BKpUilSZRsQ/s72-c/IMAG0484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6723641475770724251</id><published>2011-11-04T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:24:32.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's more to life.</title><content type='html'>Between comfort and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;When you decided what you want is what you need.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, you pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;No worries nor regrets.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;What do I need?&lt;br /&gt;After years of study, I'm now still in dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;What a long path, I'm almost too tired to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Music and accountancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6723641475770724251?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/6723641475770724251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=6723641475770724251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6723641475770724251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6723641475770724251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-more-to-life.html' title='there&apos;s more to life.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1362098862974722626</id><published>2011-11-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:51:29.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>It's dark</title><content type='html'>Have you ever...truly love me, from the bottom of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Without any other intentions, other than to love me for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions where answers had been proven physically without being told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, and some time more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1362098862974722626?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1362098862974722626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1362098862974722626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-dark.html' title='It&apos;s dark'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1880959928770126033</id><published>2011-11-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:23:25.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The random loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you’re getting somewhere when people pay to listen to you instead of you having to pay to be listened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or at least that’s what I’m thinking right now…because it’s a huge amount that I have to pay to any teacher right now to listen to my playing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally back to practicing piano -my finger technique and basics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Sincerity is the key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Don't discriminate&lt;br /&gt;*Don't be mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looks like something you can read everywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;but it's not applicable all the time if you're never there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1880959928770126033?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/1880959928770126033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=1880959928770126033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1880959928770126033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1880959928770126033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-loneliness.html' title='The random loneliness'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2589471851644350964</id><published>2011-10-30T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:29:12.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>A moment back.</title><content type='html'>Photographs by Hew.K.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9NIazguy7c/Tq1RurHwAyI/AAAAAAAACG4/J906q5UQZ3k/s1600/384512_1874756807947_1812013243_1270872_528258869_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9NIazguy7c/Tq1RurHwAyI/AAAAAAAACG4/J906q5UQZ3k/s640/384512_1874756807947_1812013243_1270872_528258869_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never smiled this way in front of a camera for quite some time. Honestly, I cannot accept the fact that I have so much wrinkles that I have to remove it before I post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Up7XbuxHFAc/Tq1RwD8Z2xI/AAAAAAAACHA/onydeNVuCus/s1600/387236_1874751647818_1812013243_1270857_198086654_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Up7XbuxHFAc/Tq1RwD8Z2xI/AAAAAAAACHA/onydeNVuCus/s640/387236_1874751647818_1812013243_1270857_198086654_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On deepavali, with darling Grace and &amp;nbsp;high school mates at Seoul Garden, KL Festival City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJgPxAcghSQ/Tq1RxAwlPbI/AAAAAAAACHI/QGJozLaVOus/s1600/378962_1874750207782_1812013243_1270853_635721267_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJgPxAcghSQ/Tq1RxAwlPbI/AAAAAAAACHI/QGJozLaVOus/s640/378962_1874750207782_1812013243_1270853_635721267_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The food is horrible and expensive. [ I like my hand, shaddap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9129oVZ03Rw/Tq1RobHfK7I/AAAAAAAACGg/HNqxCL1kaHk/s1600/300211_1874764848148_1812013243_1270896_791092680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9129oVZ03Rw/Tq1RobHfK7I/AAAAAAAACGg/HNqxCL1kaHk/s640/300211_1874764848148_1812013243_1270896_791092680_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overtime, Setapak with them after diiner. It's definitely memorable since it's so hard to gather them together most of the time. Especially Koh and Eugene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juBUGmSxeEw/Tq1Rqqah1sI/AAAAAAAACGo/hCJZjRU8zCU/s1600/374531_1874766168181_1812013243_1270899_391442033_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juBUGmSxeEw/Tq1Rqqah1sI/AAAAAAAACGo/hCJZjRU8zCU/s640/374531_1874766168181_1812013243_1270899_391442033_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's time like this you know you're actually not alone if you just look a little further. I did not realise anything, till I just keep quiet for a moment and look at them. Suddenly I realised it's been about 7 years since we graduated high school. It's amazing that we still keep in touch and laugh like crazy together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vk4MYcGXXH8/Tq1RsOCc_oI/AAAAAAAACGw/Mgj6YNdNz2I/s1600/382655_1874779928525_1812013243_1270920_635391789_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vk4MYcGXXH8/Tq1RsOCc_oI/AAAAAAAACGw/Mgj6YNdNz2I/s640/382655_1874779928525_1812013243_1270920_635391789_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's Nic by my side in this picture. Blur most probably cause he's moving. But that's how friends are like at times, they're like this blurry images you sometimes don't bother to see, but they're there. They are the one that makes the imagine a little more colourful. You're this way because they're there. [ For good friends that is]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckm9XsBwLvg/Tq1RyY-LZII/AAAAAAAACHQ/H3ylo7Oui_I/s1600/378821_1874788928750_1812013243_1270944_1072895004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ckm9XsBwLvg/Tq1RyY-LZII/AAAAAAAACHQ/H3ylo7Oui_I/s640/378821_1874788928750_1812013243_1270944_1072895004_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life can be like this shattered glass. You received something beautiful on a beautiful evening, and it's already broken a while after that. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's meant to be. Because it's never meant to be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmdjzXKrRlw/Tq1R_m3UMuI/AAAAAAAACHY/opcj-zRHj7g/s1600/385480_1874791408812_1812013243_1270951_222666910_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmdjzXKrRlw/Tq1R_m3UMuI/AAAAAAAACHY/opcj-zRHj7g/s640/385480_1874791408812_1812013243_1270951_222666910_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life can be interestingly hot too, if only you allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shattered once, and now I'm finding my way to make it interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so as I am drinking with this group of friends that's hard to be gathered, I found a piece of me that I'm once proud of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFfn25PmTHU/Tq1RkKN1RoI/AAAAAAAACGQ/8mBNooOcjNs/s1600/298946_1874761248058_1812013243_1270886_1219514893_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFfn25PmTHU/Tq1RkKN1RoI/AAAAAAAACGQ/8mBNooOcjNs/s640/298946_1874761248058_1812013243_1270886_1219514893_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fact that I'm not afraid to be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8RnzKo4J1c/Tq1SIYlNy_I/AAAAAAAACHg/sk5CwdxWKFM/s1600/381643_1874769808272_1812013243_1270907_345331218_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8RnzKo4J1c/Tq1SIYlNy_I/AAAAAAAACHg/sk5CwdxWKFM/s640/381643_1874769808272_1812013243_1270907_345331218_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where I can smile and laugh like crazy and am not afraid of showing my wrinkles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yN7R-zX8oz8/Tq1RmqShF0I/AAAAAAAACGY/_daHTAuPbQI/s1600/302460_1874791768821_1812013243_1270952_1216793962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yN7R-zX8oz8/Tq1RmqShF0I/AAAAAAAACGY/_daHTAuPbQI/s640/302460_1874791768821_1812013243_1270952_1216793962_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're no longer the teenagers in uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhtgLjivxU/Tq1ZVsWoDvI/AAAAAAAACHo/1l-WiGvZJrs/s1600/384049_1874792448838_1812013243_1270953_1611440912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhtgLjivxU/Tq1ZVsWoDvI/AAAAAAAACHo/1l-WiGvZJrs/s640/384049_1874792448838_1812013243_1270953_1611440912_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only all my girls were there too at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking forward to see all of you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2589471851644350964?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2589471851644350964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2589471851644350964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2589471851644350964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2589471851644350964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/moment-back.html' title='A moment back.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9NIazguy7c/Tq1RurHwAyI/AAAAAAAACG4/J906q5UQZ3k/s72-c/384512_1874756807947_1812013243_1270872_528258869_n_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7362797001172369270</id><published>2011-10-28T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:31:57.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Autumn's deep</title><content type='html'>I thought it's bad..but to be beyond that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok...I think I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;Only that obstacles never stop coming. I'll just have to keep fighting, keep getting stronger. It's just a test from god.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I could again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This obstacle right now, yes it's pretty hard. No,it's very harsh.&lt;br /&gt;The harshest part in my life where I have to keep this little secret to myself and deal with it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought getting over a relationship could be this hard. There's still many things in many way to be managed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm now a fighter. I may be weak, but I fight back.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I just wanna know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be down, but I'm standing up again. Don't give up on me just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7362797001172369270?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7362797001172369270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7362797001172369270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7362797001172369270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7362797001172369270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumns-deep.html' title='Autumn&apos;s deep'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5223281204127693737</id><published>2011-10-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:41:02.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Bula 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I am already past the stage of the downfall, but apparently it’s still going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t sleep well last night. My phone kept ringing at 4am and then I have nightmares after that. My day is practically ruined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the heart. It’s the endless questions of “why-me” and the constant feeling that I am not appreciated at all. After what I’ve sacrificed and care for, there is no proper appreciation in return. It doesn’t matter. As I always say, I tried my best, and leave the rest to god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not only a person, but a few recently that makes my life difficult. I am amazed with the colorful personality of every individual, especially men. This is probably the only place they would never know they are mentioned, and not like they care anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I always say, please don’t play with my heart. i’m done hurting. I’m in pieces, and realising recently about how I’m just the second option, that freaking hurts. One after another to hurt me, really? Come on, you have better people out there to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I’m stronger than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erm… I hope so? Hehe. I know there's people out there that support me. Some text me to motivate me. Some meet me when they're free. Some would advise me and cheer me up. The sweetest of all, my darling Grace that gave me a soft toy to put on my bed. ( I'm going to take a pic and blog about it next time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I appreciate all of this so much especially times like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm glad they show their support. I wish I could be of some help too sometimes. I wish I'm stronger. I'm trying. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fighting!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5223281204127693737?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/5223281204127693737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=5223281204127693737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5223281204127693737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5223281204127693737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/bula-123.html' title='Bula 123'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6822049797166515255</id><published>2011-10-22T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:09:57.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>"You're tough"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all this, I thought I’ll be fine. No, there are still people out there that behave like assholes and I’m just so unlucky to meet one after another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now after all that happened, I can once again refined and know who my best friends are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6822049797166515255?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6822049797166515255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6822049797166515255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/youre-tough.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re tough&quot;'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2569183110005858632</id><published>2011-10-21T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:11:43.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>It's never even</title><content type='html'>I’m starting all over…from nothing.&lt;br /&gt;That’s quite harsh for me, to know that I can have nothing that I thought I would have.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to be positive and all, and it works. But I have my down times…really bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;To realize that I can’t recover that fast just yet from being depressed and all, that’s difficult.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;I forget what I am fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2569183110005858632?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2569183110005858632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2569183110005858632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-never-even_21.html' title='It&apos;s never even'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1615865057713888337</id><published>2011-10-20T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:51:42.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Subside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fought back tears today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For a few times that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Even scars take months to heal at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why is it hard to be proud of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is my occupation not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My heart skips a beat when I watch Real Steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The little boy said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“I wanted you to fight with me. That’s all I ever wanted.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'll learn to love myself a little more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Laine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1615865057713888337?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1615865057713888337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1615865057713888337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/subside.html' title='Subside'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5402695296355104944</id><published>2011-10-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:47:17.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Going crazy</title><content type='html'>I could use some fresh flowers to ease my headache right now.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to some bad piano playing for 8 hours straight is...seriously a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice before you think my job is easy.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you won't even care. You have a job to attend to as well! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say love and lost is better than never been loved before?&lt;br /&gt;See me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5402695296355104944?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5402695296355104944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5402695296355104944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3007242567740128796</id><published>2011-10-17T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:29:40.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I miss all my friends</title><content type='html'>Things started off a little shaky in the morning, but I manage to get through it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue to try my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3007242567740128796?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3007242567740128796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3007242567740128796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-miss-all-my-friends.html' title='I miss all my friends'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8515907838974875578</id><published>2011-10-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:42:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing in my heart</title><content type='html'>My friends are there for me.&lt;br /&gt;They don't give shitty reasons.&lt;br /&gt;If there're reasons, they're valid.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not affected though I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8515907838974875578?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8515907838974875578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8515907838974875578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/singing-in-my-heart.html' title='singing in my heart'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1414055771336313547</id><published>2011-10-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:59:57.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm emotional.</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't know what you think right now.&lt;div&gt;Because I'm looking back while walking to the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If in the midst of everything,if you're still thinking about someone..that someone means a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would just stop whatever you're doing, to care about that person..you truly care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have nothing to do, yet you're still finding while you have someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow, hello reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1414055771336313547?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1414055771336313547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1414055771336313547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-im-emotional.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m emotional.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6401972620728059184</id><published>2011-10-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:14:30.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I need a hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JI-o25K6B-E" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Explaining what I’m doing wouldn’t make any difference right now, but I couldn’t go to sleep with such a burden in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gosh, my blog is about 6 years old already. I never fail to blog when I’m in misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That probably explains a lot. I need to talk whenever I am miserable, but I just got to depend on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last time I tried to share my burden, my world collapsed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really wish somebody would tell me sincerely that I am not alone, or that they’ll be there. Believing is one thing, finding someone sincere like that is another. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stand alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever I do nowadays, I ensure that I do it sincerely. When I smile to somebody, I smile from the heart- and that makes me feel better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever decision I make, I make it because I believe in it. I make it not because I’m forced to. If I made a decision that I’m not sure of, I make sure I am going to make it right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I return home…when I’m finally at ease…that’s when my emotions are so overwhelming. I’m drowned by it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s ok. I will still try my best. I don’t think I’m giving up so soon. ..or probably not anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be good, and you probably won’t go wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I’m still trying to obtain a peaceful state of mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish at least somebody would fix me.&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6401972620728059184?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6401972620728059184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6401972620728059184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-need-hug.html' title='I need a hug'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JI-o25K6B-E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5355860989112680475</id><published>2011-10-09T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:00:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh really?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes god really knows when to test my strength and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let him down.&lt;br /&gt;Will not let my friends down either, and my dearest family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to understand the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Our past mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;and learn to grow up and learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;Easy for us to just say or listen about it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so different right now.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just buy a teddy bear really soon.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DAY PPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I have a lot to talk about tonight here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5355860989112680475?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5355860989112680475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5355860989112680475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-really.html' title='oh really?'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6922579666084847584</id><published>2011-10-06T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:02:08.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>A step forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told Nic I feel “empty” today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said it’s better than feeling sad; feeling empty is a good thing instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"&gt;I think he has a point there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is life treating you well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might not be as strong as any of you, but I choose to believe I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I choose to believe I can be happy, I will be happy, and I want to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I choose to believe I am happy now if I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear god,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've tried my best. I leave the rest to you.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A simple “hello” would make my day nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wouldn’t dare to reach out to anyone, but I’ve come forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let me walk with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would you welcome me with open arms? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6922579666084847584?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6922579666084847584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6922579666084847584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/step-forward.html' title='A step forward'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6813662051822275405</id><published>2011-10-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:54:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so beautiful</title><content type='html'>Here's the truth:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how advance technology is...texting and talking on the phone is nothing compared to a conversation face to face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a different person when you talk to somebody face to face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is testing me in a lot of ways today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I did not disappoint him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6813662051822275405?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6813662051822275405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6813662051822275405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-so-beautiful.html' title='oh so beautiful'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1381919765350655519</id><published>2011-10-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:07:15.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>"hmm&lt;br /&gt;u r a very tough gal u no dat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what J told me just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I proved the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it does make me feel a little happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this sudden thought in my head,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe I can do it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because despite the fact that I had go through some obstacles today and the past week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L told me I have his support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One agreed with me to NOT CARE about stuff that I could do nothing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to believe, and I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's true, as I try to open my heart to other things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music's always meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never to this extend in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so meaningful, so deep and beautiful- it conveys messages subjectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning and think.." The rest of the day is a bonus if you just learn to be grateful that you're alive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be the best. I just want to be good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1381919765350655519?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1381919765350655519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1381919765350655519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5477584630298480513</id><published>2011-10-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:47:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little prayer</title><content type='html'>Uncle's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Hope he'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we just got to learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Let go the anger, greed and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know more about a colleague today.&lt;br /&gt;Teddy is so young, cute and talented.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, talents nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried about my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5477584630298480513?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5477584630298480513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5477584630298480513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-prayer.html' title='A little prayer'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2034972475404541995</id><published>2011-10-02T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T08:57:17.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Count it.</title><content type='html'>I wrote down everything I am happy about in a paper.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put it on my piano while teaching today.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's never wrong to count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;It teaches you how to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in my studio from 10 till 6pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2034972475404541995?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2034972475404541995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2034972475404541995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/10/count-it.html' title='Count it.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4172580626279093619</id><published>2011-09-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:03:16.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bula bula</title><content type='html'>There I go, thinking I couldn't be any worse last week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all men out there,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to flirt around or play games, never find me. I'm not your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I would have jump off the building last night. [yada yada ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4172580626279093619?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4172580626279093619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4172580626279093619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/bula-bula.html' title='bula bula'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-4397841671063337598</id><published>2011-09-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:37:18.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter of hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love at the age of 24 is different than when you’re at 18 or younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll have to commit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sacrifice more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think more about the future, and be more serious about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looks -not important anymore. [It’s never important for me since last time anyway]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When acceptance means so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend of me told me this evening, “Elaine, don’t find a boy; find a man”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yes, you are so right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m never a player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So don’t play with my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would like to thanks to Nic for giving me such an inspiring message in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;and also to everyone that spend some time to chat with me whenever they can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel cared for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Songs I play today:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close to you- from Long Vacation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chopin's piano concerto in e minor, slow movement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;JMC's song [ it's getting so annoying already]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_______________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't know why I think of tulips all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My thoughts are very random now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Tulips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Chocolate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Hippo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- White dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Gorgeous heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-4397841671063337598?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4397841671063337598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/4397841671063337598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/glitter-of-hope.html' title='Glitter of hope'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3253691968987429342</id><published>2011-09-26T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:02:27.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Before bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized that I have not much soft toys on my bed anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to love to receive teddy bears as gifts to feel loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I need to buy some of them to put on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My world is quite…empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah, I’m innocent like that. Shhhsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: Enya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3253691968987429342?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3253691968987429342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3253691968987429342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-bed.html' title='Before bed.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5126550001411001549</id><published>2011-09-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:10:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>It's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ak4YJjkdFRY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's so hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5126550001411001549?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5126550001411001549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5126550001411001549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ak4YJjkdFRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6144116725397839641</id><published>2011-09-24T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:37:46.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>If I die young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I die young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like the people that care for me to dedicate 3 hours at my funeral, for my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each will read a few that describe me best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Read a few that they like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What? I have to be selfish at least once, especially if I am dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want big drums and bells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want some Mariah Carey’s, Chopin’s, songs like that at night while you people are reminiscing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to be in a white dress, with red roses, and a teddy bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And after some prayers…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;…just burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember me forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listening to: The Scientist (..again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watching:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yT5LOtQSSn8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yT5LOtQSSn8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6144116725397839641?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6144116725397839641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6144116725397839641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-die-young.html' title='If I die young'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6483550226589876007</id><published>2011-09-24T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:59:04.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh gawd</title><content type='html'>I'm going to die if my heart still hurts this way.&lt;div&gt;Physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6483550226589876007?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6483550226589876007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6483550226589876007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-gawd.html' title='oh gawd'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8329722932378864391</id><published>2011-09-23T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:32:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clementi, Beethoven, Chopin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are times when I think I’m done with it, but I’m not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I don’t want to spend time thinking about it, get hurt once again, and then cry about it at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because nobody will care about it- and it’s not worth it for me to think about it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s funny how you think you have plenty of friends, and they disappear when you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How they say they will be there for you, but it’s only words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I rather have friends that say nothing, but will just be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have = ) I do have friends like that. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am going to spend my free time during work to count my blessings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;...and I eat my lunch today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Piano pieces that I sight read this week:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clementi : Sonata in D Minor/Major, op. 40 No 3 (First movement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beethoven: Sonata No 8 "Pathetique", adagio cantabile movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chopin: Nocture Op 9, No 2 In E flat Major.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Worth listening. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Laine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8329722932378864391?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8329722932378864391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8329722932378864391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/clementi-beethoven-chopin.html' title='Clementi, Beethoven, Chopin.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7698132522145401660</id><published>2011-09-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:08:13.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Speak.</title><content type='html'>Every dark cloud has a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;Song I listen to before I go to sleep tonight: LFO- Girl On Tv&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: Penny is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7698132522145401660?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7698132522145401660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7698132522145401660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/speak.html' title='Speak.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-8918026061333802318</id><published>2011-09-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:20:02.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Don't give up on me.</title><content type='html'>Instead of asking for anything,&lt;br /&gt;I will just stop and wait.&lt;br /&gt;If anybody wants to know, ask.&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't have any hopes on anyone that will disappoint myself in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I come to you,&lt;br /&gt;would you please not push me away?&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts (Literally, almost like a mild heart attack) these few days.&lt;br /&gt;My hands shake a lot too, and it sometimes affect me when I play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Never know there will be so many effects.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, let me have the appetite to eat food already.&lt;br /&gt;Enough complains for the day.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;I can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8918026061333802318?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8918026061333802318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8918026061333802318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-give-up-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t give up on me.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1818212637571022947</id><published>2011-09-18T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:46:52.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I don't care what you think.</title><content type='html'>That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I think there's no other feeling that's worse than this.&lt;br /&gt;The worst feeling in my life- series of horrible events.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even bother to explain what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never bother about my the change physically,&lt;br /&gt;the heart is the fragile one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I surrender in claiming I’m good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there’s anyone that reads this, and feel me…care for me unconditionally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Text me and tell me you do. I need support from people that care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve never ask for this before, and this time I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My blog is the only place you'll get the best of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So if I die one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the place you could remember me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1818212637571022947?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1818212637571022947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1818212637571022947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-care-what-you-think.html' title='I don&apos;t care what you think.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2809642201651970751</id><published>2011-09-16T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:16:09.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Diamonds</title><content type='html'>I cry. I still cry about it..right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cry because I'm confused, how one is able to want somebody so badly one night, and leave it behind another day.&lt;br /&gt;How persistent about wanting something, and then let it go easily.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which is real.&lt;br /&gt;About how going around seemed better, and claimed the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not answered. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better that I'm not told, though I insist for an answer so badly till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if anyone find me worth it, he'll come around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be told that I was once really loved, and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully at least there will be somebody that will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not turning back. I'm just sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not weak. I'm just brave enough to voice it out. that's a huge difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2809642201651970751?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2809642201651970751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2809642201651970751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cry.html' title='Diamonds'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-364539581510775792</id><published>2011-09-14T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:08:40.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>To Ryan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for the night where you came all the way to my place to comfort me and cried together last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve been through lots of obstacles together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you had to wake up in the middle night because of my anxieties. To stay beside me at times when I can't take care of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can still remember the routine we used to have every night once we got home after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How we laughed and screamed together in the room and watched some dramas before I fall asleep beside you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you sat beside me when I cried all night after the assessment of my interview on February this year. Though you said nothing at all, I know you tried your best to comfort me. Your presence alone at that moment meant so much even till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a shame all those came to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not always about the bad things when it comes to you, in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope that at least when you read this; you would think of me this way as well. That is if at this time, you bother to read this. I really do hope you still would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-364539581510775792?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/364539581510775792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=364539581510775792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/364539581510775792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FCrfFKAqEPw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your heart, cry for love.&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t let me make it right.&lt;br /&gt;You were hurt, but I decided,&lt;br /&gt;That you were worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every night, you lock up.&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let me come inside.&lt;br /&gt;But the look, in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Says that I could turn the tide.&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you can fit one more.&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care who was there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, hear your heart cry for love,&lt;br /&gt;Then you act like there’s no room,&lt;br /&gt;Room for me, or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t disturb is all I see.&lt;br /&gt;Close the door, turn the key.&lt;br /&gt;On everything that we could be.&lt;br /&gt;If loneliness would move out,&lt;br /&gt;I’d fill the vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain’t the Heartbreak Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it well.&lt;br /&gt;Those no shows, they sure tell,&lt;br /&gt;In the way you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-8135078540040879261?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/8135078540040879261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=8135078540040879261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8135078540040879261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/8135078540040879261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/watched-if-only-listened-to-heart.html' title='Would you cry in the night for me.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FCrfFKAqEPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3025289819410116486</id><published>2011-09-13T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:49:58.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Elements</title><content type='html'>You have never truly admit that you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You keep defending yourself.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you would at least know your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I stand outside the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3025289819410116486?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3025289819410116486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3025289819410116486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/elements.html' title='Elements'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1026578262343198066</id><published>2011-09-12T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:11:37.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>"Stop"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I question myself most of the time, whether I am good enough to be loved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or why is it not worth fighting for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll try my best to stop questioning myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s stupid to cry especially when I am crying alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I’m not going to lie to the world that I am very happy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just that I am sane enough to understand the pain and endure it while I’m seeking for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I understand that seeking for company outside while I’m lonely will bring me nowhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, it heals but only temporarily. I don’t want to regret it when I’m old..When I've spent most of my time on things that're not worth it. Probably tried it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is why I’m in my room now, blogging after I’ve talk to my friend about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"&gt;To those that care for me: I’m sorry if I’ve disturbed you in anyway. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart hurts exceptionally much today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still with love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1026578262343198066?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1026578262343198066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1026578262343198066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop.html' title='&quot;Stop&quot;'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-7045996522487918592</id><published>2011-09-11T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:06:11.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Confidence is the ultimate beauty.</title><content type='html'>F.I.R. - 月牙湾&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this song makes me miss those days when I would just spend hours listening to songs at my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will then try my best to study, write notes, highlight the key words and then try to resist the urge of falling asleep. Gosh…I really miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;One thing doesn’t change; my friends are still my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I love them, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have faith in that other kind of love anymore. &lt;br /&gt;It's ok. &lt;br /&gt;Love will always find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-7045996522487918592?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/7045996522487918592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=7045996522487918592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7045996522487918592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/7045996522487918592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/confidence-is-ultimate-beauty.html' title='Confidence is the ultimate beauty.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-256622823992191546</id><published>2011-09-11T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:36:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of us.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try my best in my performance today, despite the lack of practice [ because I just realised that is it today like 12 hours ago..]&lt;br /&gt;I will hang on, and work till 8pm today.&lt;br /&gt;All for people that care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-256622823992191546?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/256622823992191546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=256622823992191546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/256622823992191546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/256622823992191546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-us.html' title='One of us.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-2695378522620703412</id><published>2011-09-10T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:46:07.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Hah!</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am stronger than you think I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I let myself fall, and get back up right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loved for that strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-2695378522620703412?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/2695378522620703412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=2695378522620703412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2695378522620703412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/2695378522620703412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/hah.html' title='Hah!'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-5367975562321293393</id><published>2011-09-10T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T06:46:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>I think I never slept well for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Especially last night. Never really sleep at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I did, I keep having nightmares about him having a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;How I keep running non stop, wanting to run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.30 am now. I can't sleep anymore. Have to go on till 7pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hang on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-5367975562321293393?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5367975562321293393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/5367975562321293393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3226492448238855484</id><published>2011-09-09T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:02:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When guys only cry for sex. That's random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Laine’s principles effective 9.9.2011:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls:-&lt;br /&gt;Never be too close with a guy that’s in a relationship. Never call him sweetheart or anything like that. It’ll hurt the girl freaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find the need to go out with a person of the opposite sex that badly even you have a special someone, that someone isn’t special.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re sorry, show that you’re sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Being cool isn’t cool.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's more like a reminder to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: I love everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3226492448238855484?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3226492448238855484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3226492448238855484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-guys-only-cry-for-sex-thats-random.html' title='When guys only cry for sex. That&apos;s random.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-3702971518037005188</id><published>2011-09-09T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:32:57.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a hosp now, waiting to get my medicine. &lt;br /&gt;Have to to wait for hours, but I've learn to find joy in waiting. Oh wow. Look at myself. &lt;br /&gt;I'm actually sort of smiling to myself at this point for being so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we have to learn to see our own mistakes instead of blaming the others.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;You might be right at one point, but sometimes the bigger picture tells a greater story. &lt;br /&gt;Let go your ego, acknowledge your mistake. Forgive the others.&lt;br /&gt;then at this point of your life, obstacles seem easier to go through. &lt;br /&gt;So do whatever we think is right. &lt;br /&gt;We judge it from what happened, and what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Not from what the others think or talk,&lt;br /&gt;But from what we think is right for the others n ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When whatever I did makes me feel happy without guilt, I think I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;I did no harm to the others.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to care about everyone more. I start to think if whatever I did satisfy myself and ppl around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just have to let it be.&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I think my pain heal better this way.&lt;br /&gt;Went for yoga too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...today, I'm going to make sure my students love music so much they can learn to express their emotions through the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to have a good time, and think that ms goh introduce them to a place they have never been.&lt;br /&gt;Do forgive me if there's a lot of error in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to whoever that give me a comment.at least I don't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;listening to: better in time, leona lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-3702971518037005188?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/3702971518037005188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=3702971518037005188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3702971518037005188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/3702971518037005188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-hosp-now-waiting-to-get-my-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-6455619454946140556</id><published>2011-09-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:13:38.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>A phase</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many days I've been single. It doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Things between us...wait, there's nothing between us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to live without facebook, and more to finding some activites that heal me from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;I read again.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to live in peace with myself and with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's cold when he answer the phone when I ask him serious matters. Well, it's more like a yes and no reply.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No warm greetings, or a sign of concern.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess it's time I accept it truthfully that he doesn't care about me anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's time I accept the fact that at least I've tried to love someone so much, much more than anything else with my heart that it hurts so badly.&lt;br /&gt;and now that I feel it, acknowledge it, and see what happens after it...&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone that reads this... appreciate what you have, or what you used to have. I don't know if anyone reads my emo blog anymore. Drop a comment will you? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-6455619454946140556?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/feeds/6455619454946140556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15750820&amp;postID=6455619454946140556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6455619454946140556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/6455619454946140556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know-how-many-days-ive-been.html' title='A phase'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-143437223421920304</id><published>2011-09-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:41:53.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Arghhhh</title><content type='html'>#Day 7- A reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Admit it, you're just stupid in believing again...that there's a happy ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remind yourself that no matter how much you've cried, you will never get him back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You walked out of this relationship. You should be the stronger one. Why think back those things again?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So disappointed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Very, very disappointed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well at least you didn't meet him or something and say something stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go knock your head on a table or something to get back to your senses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAMN IT. YOU HAVE A PERFORMANCE TO PREPARE! IT'S SEPTEMBER ALREADY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY DO YOU KEEP FORGETTING?!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-143437223421920304?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/143437223421920304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/143437223421920304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/arghhhh.html' title='Arghhhh'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15750820.post-1657960312636760217</id><published>2011-09-04T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:32:14.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Scribbles and improvisation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a sudden thing. Don't ask me why- I'm somehow JMC inspired at certain elements. &amp;nbsp;All readers are not allowed to laugh. It's so sudden and natural I didn't even give a second thought. The improvisation and everything. It's on 1st try.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;#Day 6&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ichi Ichi ____&amp;nbsp; ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ichi Ichi ____ ____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ichi Ichi it’s midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Say goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We once proved that love is a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We danced our way through all obstacles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You stood by me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;At most of the difficult time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m no longer the brightest star in your sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You said you can never understand me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As you land among the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I could never understand all your lies that hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will never forget the good memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just choose to let go the pain if I would&lt;br /&gt;and forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We can never turn back time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;but at least friendship means I’ll have the best of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never choose the dark road ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish you well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Very JMC probably. Might as well named it as "ichi ichi night". lol.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Thought I write something here so that At least there's people that would know something about me if I die someday. =.=&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recorded a video on my 1st try of improvisation. Hopefully I can upload it by tomorrow.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I fought back my tears today. =)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pmi2HoV2lK0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love,&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Laine&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;elaine elaine elaine&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15750820-1657960312636760217?l=pengle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1657960312636760217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15750820/posts/default/1657960312636760217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pengle.blogspot.com/2011/09/scribbles-and-improvisation.html' title='Scribbles and improvisation.'/><author><name>Laine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp2bm5-aKwA/Tyvd88YTeXI/AAAAAAAACNM/x5vIzjv5lhg/s220/IMAG0705-1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pmi2HoV2lK0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
