tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94855082011-04-21T20:11:33.540-07:00Huilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584323444952210112noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485508.post-66179451627544048962007-12-29T00:44:00.000-08:002007-12-29T21:43:47.006-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bEXDvaXuS0Y/R3YW7C9s16I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mL6FW_VzDJk/s1600-h/_Blue_blood_and_feathers__by_Bloddroppe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bEXDvaXuS0Y/R3YW7C9s16I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mL6FW_VzDJk/s320/_Blue_blood_and_feathers__by_Bloddroppe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149328427608496034" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I sure feel like shit now.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />I'm glad that there's no one at home so I could scream my lungs out and blast those loudspeakers.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />But I still feel the same.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Every now and then, I just can't wait for the day I die,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so everything would comes to an end.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">There's a feeling inside me now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I don't know wads wrong, but I know its killing me in the inside.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />It makes me feel like cutting up myself, open up and than let everything</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> get</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">come</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">leak</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> or just break out.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Well, I guess I'm just another loser.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">So much that I even forgot those</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> words which I wanted to confess.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485508-6617945162754404896?l=emptywordss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Huilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584323444952210112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485508.post-91833297093118111552007-12-24T22:58:00.000-08:002007-12-24T23:38:38.610-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Eve</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">is here again! Had Christmas dinner at Eunice house one or two nights ago and another dinner at Aunt house last night. Omg! I ate quite a lot last night, and I think you would like to call me a fatso when you see me. ;D<br /></span><br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5672.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_5672.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Helisquatter</span>", "<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Love Bucket</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">" and "</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Train Train</span>"!<br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5677.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_5677.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5678.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_5678.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5676.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_5676.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0161.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_0161.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_01991.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n309/huiqiao/IMG_01991.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">Sorry, I didn't have the chance to celebrate Christmas with you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">But hopefully, we could spend next Christmas together. </span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485508-9183329709311811155?l=emptywordss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Huilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584323444952210112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485508.post-5887208880699750232007-12-12T01:05:00.000-08:002007-12-14T03:48:46.506-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bEXDvaXuS0Y/R2Jsli9s15I/AAAAAAAAADo/_zA_7o-6f0c/s1600-h/pains_in_the_imaginary_world_by_tazmo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bEXDvaXuS0Y/R2Jsli9s15I/AAAAAAAAADo/_zA_7o-6f0c/s320/pains_in_the_imaginary_world_by_tazmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143793116707084178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span> <div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And this is the last straw</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The time is now I can finally see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Through these walls that you built</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This is the hole you call the truth</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We've had enough of these useless ties</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We've seen enough of what we could be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This has become something we've never believed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Slowly but surely it'll take us all away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I remembered what you said to me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Everything will be the same like it used to be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now I know what I mean to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If I can't do everything that you want me to</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If I knew the truth, then I wouldn't be here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And now that you've got, all that you always wanted</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This place isn't what, you said to be so beautiful</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Running away, nothing has been done</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shattered dreams and broken hearts</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The time has come to recover what we've lost</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The time has come to take back what was ours</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Just like the words, we used to say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Just like the battles, we fought before</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Just like our bodies, and our souls</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Fade away, just like our memories</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Fade away, just like our families</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Over and over</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When will we love, before it's too late?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >The feeling weren't like it was before.<br />I'd rather have the times we had in the past.<br />Well, I just gonna let things slip by,<br />cause' I'm tired and I can't possibly be wasting my time thinking about it.<br />But still, I can't tolerate it whenever you worry too much on unnecessary stuff.<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485508-588720888069975023?l=emptywordss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Huilihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584323444952210112noreply@blogger.com0