<?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-11162545</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:26.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, anyone?</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a coffee addict who's blogging for all the wrong reasons. Oh, time for a cup of coffee! Want some?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7421315054336095762</id><published>2008-08-20T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:57:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor</title><content type='html'>Upon the request of some friends, I've finally decided to write something about this movie. It is painful enough to have seen it, even more so to have to remember all the details and write about it, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236541986921566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKvvMVXg0AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OSQkNTgW8To/s400/mummy3intpoterhr_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start going into details, I must say that this movie is wrong. Plain wrong, from the very beginning to the end. It might be amusing to foreigners (by foreigners I mean people from the western part of the world), or even kids, but to me, it's everything but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's look at the list of things that's wrong about this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Setting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you remember the first Mummy, the setting was in Egypt, and everything was as it should be. War, deserts, camels, pyramids, slavery... And the main reason of all these elements being well-placed is because it's "The Mummy", for crying out loud, we all know mummies generally come from Egypt, 'cause mummification of the pharoahs is what ancient Egypt was famous for. So when I first saw the words "Tomb of the Dragon Emperor", I knew they had gone down a wrong direction, simply because there weren't mummies in China. The only scary thing they have there are Jiang Shi, which looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236544773479461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKvxuiGr8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/T3zmVPy0gZU/s400/hopping_vampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to be honest with you. The whole digging up mummies and resurrecting them by accident thing is getting old. In the first movie, Imhotep was resurrected because Evelyn read that bloody book of death or whatever it was called. Fine, I could live with that. In The Mummy Returns, someone resurrected Imhotep for power, and even that is ok for me, but it already was some kind of repetition. Now, Alex had incidentally ditch college, go all the way to China to dig out Emperor Han (Emperor Han? I don't remember there being an Emperor Han who wanted to conquer the whole China and built the Great Wall...) and resurrected him by accident. In fact it could've been another person that they accidentally resurrect, but then incidentally the emperor that they thought was the emperor was a decoy, and the person they resurrected turned out to be the real emperor. How convenient. Too conincidental for my taste, really. I'd rather see someone read from Zi Yuan's book of spells and accidentally resurrected Han.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan Fraser/Rick O'Connell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like this guy. He's funny, at the very least. However, it is a bit hard to accept that he's still behaving like some 20-year-old when his son is already about 20 years of age. In this movie I really couldn't feel the connection between him and Alex (Luke Ford). It felt as if the two of them were totally unrelated strangers, and when they're having a fight, it looked (relatively) more like 2 brothers quarrelling rather than father and son. I know that they are not close, but blood is thicker than water, and I failed to see that bond of blood between them. Want an example of believable father-and-son relationship? Check out Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556955406091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKv8znUUxmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y98TGeXP01I/s400/the-mummy-tomb-of-the-dragon-emperor-20071002031734551_640w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Bello/Evelyn O'Connell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have nothing against Maria Bello's acting. However, Rachel Weisz seemed to have more charm and life in her when she's acting as Evelyn. Maria Bello does have her own strengths, but at the end of the day, she's still no Rachel Weisz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236558677832037570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKv-X32q9MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HYbMMwFZKb8/s400/mummy310.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke Ford/Alex O'Connell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lot could change in so many years, and Alex O'Connell is no longer the same boy we knew from The Mummy Returns. He's supposed to be a rebellious young man with the kind of charm his father once possessed. However, in this movie I failed to see his charm or his skills or even his rebelliousness. He just seems so... old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236593844241979874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKweW08KWeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lL8_Y4Pyp2Y/s400/themummy3pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Russell Wong/General Guo Ming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's good looking and has great physiques fit to be a general alongside one of the greatest emperors the world has ever seen. Ancient chinese, he's everything but. And speaking of chinese, this guy is what we call "banana". Yellow on the outside, white on the inside. He can't even speak Mandarin properly, for God's sakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594004664852770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwegKj9ISI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mvDzxj5WGzA/s400/2687691208_e3dc85ddbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jet Li/Emperor Han&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jet Li is one of the actors that I respect most. We all remember "Fearless" and "Lethal Weapon 4". However, being the emperor here, Jet Li is most unsuitable. Firstly it's his built. He's fairly short, maybe average Asian height, but do they have to put him beside Russell Wong so often? It makes him look like Frodo in the presence of Gandalf! Then there's his looks. Jet Li has that baby-face that makes him look very young. Somehow, the combination of his looks and his (relative) size failed to deliver that great conquerer's image to the big screen. However he does look better with that moustache though. Wonder why they removed it when he was resurrected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594159361864706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwepK2mNAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n1CjsUFsXug/s400/2687691230_50d41887c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Yeoh/Zi Yuan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;All I can say is that I don't enjoy seeing old ladies dressed up in sexy, revealing clothes. Her Mandarin isn't that good either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594259693408194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwevAngD8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/zSM45RDnJjE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Isabella Leong/Lin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a person who had lived for 2000 years, she does seem very immature and emotional. Very very unconvincing. Besides, she calls Michelle Yeoh "Mu Qin" (mother, in Mandarin), but till the very end, when Michelle Yeoh was murdered, she yelled, "MOTHER!!!" So the lesson here is, the mother tongue of non-English-speaking people are actually English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594484754999954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwe8HCXapI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iUSPzqLnJig/s400/themummy3pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Footballer Yetis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can accept that the Yetis came out of their hiding to help. But kicking that army guy over the arch and making that "victory" move? That's probably pushing it too far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594603630854290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwfDB4lAJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sPdI5e5oZ4M/s400/mummy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Death of Rick O'Connell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all still remember that Evelyn was resurrected from her death in The Mummy Returns. But now Rick goes through the same thing? This movie has bored me from the beginning, and the part where Rick took the stab for his son, I kind of wished that he'd die for real. At least it would be surprising, and their fight with the emperor would've been more personal than ever. But well, he got resurrected, big surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I See Dead People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you still remember Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing, where Kate Beckinsale died and her face appeared in the sky at the end? It took a massive blow of criticism, that scene. Obviously Rob Cohen had not learned the lesson, and allowed Russell Wong's and Michelle Yeoh's faces appear in the sand in the end. LAME. Besides, there wasn't much character development for Russell and Michelle's character to begin with, why are they suddenly so important that they get to show their faces in the blown sand in the end?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Headed Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so Jet Li is a shape-shifter, and changing into a dragon does make sense since it is regarded as one of the most mysterious and powerful and divine creatures in Chinese culture. But the problem is, there are no 3-headed dragons in Chinese culture. Besides, it looked nothing like a Chinese dragon, which should look like the dragon we see in D-Wars. Besides, whats that hairy creature he morphed into in the final battle? I thought it was a Qi Lin, but it looked nothing like it. Movie makers, please, DO MORE RESEARCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236596797970571458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwhCwb74MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TXB2jZJo2LU/s400/mummy-dragon-emperor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236596008119854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKwgUyA2ZTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4FzXhzHXqfQ/s400/dragon_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are so many other things that I find wrong in this movie, but I'm too lazy to elaborate already, so I'm going to just briefly go through them. The statue of the emperor - no such thing in Chinese history. Ever. John Hannah isn't funny anymore. The movie's historically incorrect. Anthony Wong was a good antagonist but he posed too little threat. "Why am I laughing?" Well, I don't know... why are you laughing? It's not even funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion, if you're 12, you'll probably enjoy this movie. If you're not, make sure you only watch it when you really have nothing better to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7421315054336095762?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7421315054336095762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7421315054336095762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7421315054336095762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7421315054336095762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy-tomb-of-dragon-emperor.html' title='The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/SKvvMVXg0AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OSQkNTgW8To/s72-c/mummy3intpoterhr_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8474583217955740040</id><published>2008-07-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:08:08.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>流星下的愿</title><content type='html'>我要花儿开个不停陪我们永远年轻&lt;br /&gt;每朵花代表了纯净的爱情&lt;br /&gt;我要种出一个森林陪他听落叶回音&lt;br /&gt;陪它看雪花融化了的宁境&lt;br /&gt;我怎能不相信飞舞的流星&lt;br /&gt;正是为了实现我和花儿的约定&lt;br /&gt;看满天的星星写出我心情&lt;br /&gt;正好代表着我和你拥抱的生命&lt;br /&gt;也许云端里有精灵窃听我的心&lt;br /&gt;就让我们一起闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;我要提琴奏出生命陪我们永远年轻&lt;br /&gt;每个音节都有渐进的感情&lt;br /&gt;我要用心表演一场让世界对我肯定&lt;br /&gt;让湖边的狼也用心的倾听&lt;br /&gt;我怎能不相信飞舞的流星&lt;br /&gt;正是为了实现我和音乐的约定&lt;br /&gt;合看满天的星星(流星的风景)&lt;br /&gt;写出我心情(有你的背影)&lt;br /&gt;正好代表着我和你(你永远是我)&lt;br /&gt;拥抱的生命(命中的精灵)&lt;br /&gt;也许云端里有精灵窃听我的心&lt;br /&gt;就让我们一起闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;就让我们一起闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://tofor.3gof.com/sup/music/665923984112949.mp3" height="12" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8474583217955740040?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8474583217955740040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8474583217955740040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8474583217955740040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8474583217955740040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='流星下的愿'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7126817556839284463</id><published>2008-06-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:17:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Bee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard, the past few hours when I've been uploading these songs to the Mickey MP3 Player and posting the lyrics for you on this blog... My body's doing all the work, but my heart's been missing you so damn much it hurts. I really do wish there would've been one more day for us to be together, without phone calls, no TV, no nothing, just the two of us. Guess I didn't realize that time had been flying and now it's time to say goodbye. Somehow "I miss you" simply couldn't explain how I feel right now... So I guess I'll just have to let you listen to the songs yourself. Anyways, I hope we both do well in our internship, and I hope you'd have a good time in Korea. I'll be waiting here for you to come back. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Khai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7126817556839284463?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7126817556839284463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7126817556839284463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7126817556839284463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7126817556839284463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-273068351297069012</id><published>2008-06-12T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:10:12.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day - Diamond Rio</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a crazy dream &lt;br /&gt;A wish was granted just for me, &lt;br /&gt;It could be for anything &lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for money &lt;br /&gt;Or a mansion in malibu &lt;br /&gt;I simply wished, for one more day with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day &lt;br /&gt;One more time &lt;br /&gt;One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied &lt;br /&gt;But then again &lt;br /&gt;I know what it would do &lt;br /&gt;Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl &lt;br /&gt;Then I'd unplug the telephone &lt;br /&gt;And keep the tv off &lt;br /&gt;I'd hold you every second &lt;br /&gt;Say a million I love you's &lt;br /&gt;That's what I'd do. With one more day with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me wishing still for one more day &lt;br /&gt;Leave me wishing still for one more day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-273068351297069012?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/273068351297069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=273068351297069012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/273068351297069012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/273068351297069012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-day-diamond-rio.html' title='One More Day - Diamond Rio'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-556093960410013973</id><published>2008-06-12T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:09:13.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>I could stay awake just to hear you breathing &lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping &lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender &lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever &lt;br /&gt;Well, every moment spent with you &lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do &lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you &lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating &lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming &lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together &lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna stay with you &lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do &lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss &lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close &lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine &lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment &lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd still miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do &lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby &lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-556093960410013973?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/556093960410013973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=556093960410013973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/556093960410013973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/556093960410013973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing-aerosmith.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-2870367877247708430</id><published>2008-06-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:05:58.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys &amp; Usher</title><content type='html'>Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;And I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share &lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-2870367877247708430?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/2870367877247708430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=2870367877247708430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2870367877247708430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2870367877247708430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-aint-got-you-alicia-keys-usher.html' title='If I Ain&apos;t Got You - Alicia Keys &amp; Usher'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7037825082690516308</id><published>2008-06-12T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:04:44.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7037825082690516308?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7037825082690516308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7037825082690516308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7037825082690516308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7037825082690516308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-youre-gone-avril-lavigne.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone - Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-1888673219099949869</id><published>2008-06-12T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:02:49.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I Close My Eyes - Babyface</title><content type='html'>Girl it's been a long, long time comin', yes it has &lt;br /&gt;But I, I know that it's been worth the wait &lt;br /&gt;It feels like springtime in winter &lt;br /&gt;It feels like Christmas in June &lt;br /&gt;It feels like heaven has opened up it's gates for me and you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord that I've got you &lt;br /&gt;And you've got me too &lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of it &lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself cuz I don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;That someone like you loves me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I think that you're truly somethin', yes you are&lt;br /&gt;And you're, you're every bit of a dream come true, yes you are &lt;br /&gt;With you baby, it never rains &lt;br /&gt;And it's no wonder &lt;br /&gt;The sun always shines when I'm near you &lt;br /&gt;It's just blessing that I have found somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord that I've got you &lt;br /&gt;And you've got me too &lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of it &lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself cuz I don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;That someone like you loves me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of all the nights I've cried myself to sleep &lt;br /&gt;You really oughta know how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;It's only right, it's only right &lt;br /&gt;that you be in my life right here with me &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord that I've got you &lt;br /&gt;And you've got me too &lt;br /&gt;And every time I think of it &lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself cuz I don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;That someone like you loves me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-1888673219099949869?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/1888673219099949869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=1888673219099949869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1888673219099949869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1888673219099949869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/everytime-i-close-my-eyes-babyface.html' title='Everytime I Close My Eyes - Babyface'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-383466640521446908</id><published>2008-06-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:00:54.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Break Your Heart - Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>Baby I know your hurting &lt;br /&gt;Right now you feel like you could never love again &lt;br /&gt;Now all I ask is for a chance &lt;br /&gt;To prove that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day &lt;br /&gt;That I saw your smiling face &lt;br /&gt;Honey, I knew that we would be together forever &lt;br /&gt;Ooh when I asked you out &lt;br /&gt;You said no but I found out &lt;br /&gt;Darling that you'd been hurt &lt;br /&gt;You felt that you'd never love again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a try honey just once &lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance and I'll prove this all wrong &lt;br /&gt;You walked in you were so quick to judge &lt;br /&gt;But honey he's nothing like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by you &lt;br /&gt;Will get to know me &lt;br /&gt;A little more better &lt;br /&gt;Girl that's the way love goes &lt;br /&gt;And I know you're afraid &lt;br /&gt;To let you're feelings show &lt;br /&gt;And I understand &lt;br /&gt;But girl it's time to let go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a try honey &lt;br /&gt;Just once &lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance and I'll prove this all wrong &lt;br /&gt;You walked in you were so quick to judge &lt;br /&gt;But honey he's nothing like me &lt;br /&gt;Darling why can't you see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, no how &lt;br /&gt;I'll make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart &lt;br /&gt;I'lll never make you cry &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me &lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-383466640521446908?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/383466640521446908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=383466640521446908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/383466640521446908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/383466640521446908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-i-know-your-hurting-right-now-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Break Your Heart - Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4308917227119993699</id><published>2008-06-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:58:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise Me - Beverly Craven</title><content type='html'>You light up another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And I pour the wine&lt;br /&gt;It’s four o’clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And it’s starting to get light&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m right where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Losing track of time&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that it was still last night&lt;br /&gt;You look like you’re in another world&lt;br /&gt;But I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so far away&lt;br /&gt;Lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Every night and day just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;’cos I’ll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be home, I’ll be home soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4308917227119993699?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4308917227119993699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4308917227119993699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4308917227119993699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4308917227119993699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/promise-me-beverly-craven.html' title='Promise Me - Beverly Craven'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3990158896555222095</id><published>2008-06-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:56:57.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I Love You - Boyzone</title><content type='html'>I don't know but I believe &lt;br /&gt;That some things are meant to be &lt;br /&gt;And that you'll make a better me &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that dreams came true &lt;br /&gt;But you showed me that they do &lt;br /&gt;You know that I learn somethng new &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;br /&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;It's a touch when I feel bad &lt;br /&gt;It's a smile when I get mad &lt;br /&gt;All the little things I am &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you boy &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I believe that destiny &lt;br /&gt;Is out of our control (don't you know that I do) &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never live until you love &lt;br /&gt;With all your heart and soul &lt;br /&gt;If I asked would you say yes? &lt;br /&gt;Together we're the very best &lt;br /&gt;I know that I am truly blessed &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you &lt;br /&gt;And I'll give you my best &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3990158896555222095?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3990158896555222095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3990158896555222095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3990158896555222095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3990158896555222095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyday-i-love-you-boyzone.html' title='Everyday I Love You - Boyzone'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-348201909569196099</id><published>2008-06-12T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:55:22.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Bottom of My Broken Heart - Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>"Never look back," we said&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I'd miss you so?&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness up ahead, emptiness behind&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't hear&lt;br /&gt;All my joy through my tears&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes through my fears&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, still I miss you somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love, you were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time may find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby," I said, "please stay.&lt;br /&gt;Give our love a chance for one more day"&lt;br /&gt;We could have worked things out&lt;br /&gt;Taking time is what love's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put a dart&lt;br /&gt;Through my dreams through my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back where I started again&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love, you were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time may find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised yourself&lt;br /&gt;But to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And you made it so perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;Still I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love, you were my true love&lt;br /&gt;From the first kisses to the very last rose&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Even though time may find me somebody new&lt;br /&gt;You were my real love, I never knew love&lt;br /&gt;'Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never look back," we said&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I'd miss you so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-348201909569196099?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/348201909569196099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=348201909569196099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/348201909569196099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/348201909569196099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-bottom-of-my-broken-heart-britney.html' title='From The Bottom of My Broken Heart - Britney Spears'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7096540963829665290</id><published>2008-06-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:52:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To You - Carpenters</title><content type='html'>Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are near?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do stars fall down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk by?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around.&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around.&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just like me (Just like me)&lt;br /&gt;They long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7096540963829665290?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7096540963829665290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7096540963829665290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7096540963829665290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7096540963829665290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/close-to-you-carpenters.html' title='Close To You - Carpenters'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-5628083552474025478</id><published>2008-06-12T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:50:58.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion</title><content type='html'>For all those times you stood by me &lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see &lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life &lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right &lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true &lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up &lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach &lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me &lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me &lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life &lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth &lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-5628083552474025478?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/5628083552474025478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=5628083552474025478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5628083552474025478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5628083552474025478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-you-loved-me-celine-dion.html' title='Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-172090779202176582</id><published>2008-06-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:49:11.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Leave Me Now - Chicago</title><content type='html'>If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh no baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now, you'll take away the very heart of me&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh no baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh girl I just want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours is love that's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;How could we let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;How could we end it all this way&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow comes and we'll both regret&lt;br /&gt;The things we said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours is love that's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;How could we let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;How could we end it all this way&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow comes and we'll both regret&lt;br /&gt;The things we said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh no baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Uh girl, just got to have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh no baby, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama, I just got to have your lovin, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-172090779202176582?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/172090779202176582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=172090779202176582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/172090779202176582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/172090779202176582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-leave-me-now-chicago.html' title='If You Leave Me Now - Chicago'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-1970572390645221229</id><published>2008-06-12T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:49:44.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Not The One - Daniel Beddingfield</title><content type='html'>If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away &lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And know I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-1970572390645221229?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/1970572390645221229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=1970572390645221229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1970572390645221229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1970572390645221229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-youre-not-one-daniel-beddingfield.html' title='If You&apos;re Not The One - Daniel Beddingfield'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-1447451344127073052</id><published>2008-06-12T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:45:21.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Number One - Enrique Iglesias</title><content type='html'>I've kissed the moon a million times&lt;br /&gt;Danced with angels in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I've seen snowfall in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;Felt the healing of the powers above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the world from he highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;Tasted love from the purest fountain&lt;br /&gt;I've seen lips that spark desire&lt;br /&gt;Felt the butterflies a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even seen miracles&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the pain disappear&lt;br /&gt;But still haven't seen anything&lt;br /&gt;That amazes me quite like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring me up when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;You touch me deep you touch me right&lt;br /&gt;You do the things I've never done&lt;br /&gt;You make me wicked you make me wild&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, you're my number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sailed in a perfect dream&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the sun make love to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed the moon a million times&lt;br /&gt;Danced with angels in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even seen miracles&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the tears disappear&lt;br /&gt;But still haven't seen anything&lt;br /&gt;That amazes me quite like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring me up when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;You touch me deep you touch me right&lt;br /&gt;You do the things I've never done&lt;br /&gt;You make me wicked you make me wild&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, you're my number one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-1447451344127073052?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/1447451344127073052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=1447451344127073052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1447451344127073052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1447451344127073052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-my-number-one-enrique-iglesias.html' title='You&apos;re My Number One - Enrique Iglesias'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-9113555445739567804</id><published>2008-06-12T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:40:55.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words - Extreme</title><content type='html'>Saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, but if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all you have to do to make it real&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all I ever needed you to show&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I took those words away&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-9113555445739567804?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/9113555445739567804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=9113555445739567804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/9113555445739567804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/9113555445739567804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-than-words-extreme.html' title='More Than Words - Extreme'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7131431612653192615</id><published>2008-06-12T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:37:42.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You - Glenn Medeiros</title><content type='html'>If I had to live my life without you near me &lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty &lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long &lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly &lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before &lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young &lt;br /&gt;And we both know they'll take us &lt;br /&gt;Where we want to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now &lt;br /&gt;Touch me now &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of &lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy, &lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way for us &lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing &lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are &lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view &lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now &lt;br /&gt;Touch me now &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of &lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;You ought know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7131431612653192615?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7131431612653192615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7131431612653192615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7131431612653192615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7131431612653192615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Gonna Change My Love For You - Glenn Medeiros'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-2266635196515311240</id><published>2008-06-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:35:50.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay The Same - Joey Mcintyre</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wish you were someone else,&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be the way you are exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Reach down inside.&lt;br /&gt;The love you find will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself, you will come alive.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in what you do.&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish you were someone else,&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be the way you are exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-2266635196515311240?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/2266635196515311240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=2266635196515311240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2266635196515311240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2266635196515311240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/stay-same-joey-mcintyre.html' title='Stay The Same - Joey Mcintyre'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-2157353032700795543</id><published>2008-06-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:33:47.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You - LeAnn Rimes</title><content type='html'>I don’t need a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I can get by with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Of all the blessings life can bring&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always needed something&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got all I want&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to loving you&lt;br /&gt;You’re my only reason&lt;br /&gt;You’re my only truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven’s gate&lt;br /&gt;There’s a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the hope that moves me&lt;br /&gt;To courage again&lt;br /&gt;You’re the love that rescues me&lt;br /&gt;When the cold winds, rage&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so amazing&lt;br /&gt;’cause that’s just how you are&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t turn back now&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’ve brought me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven’s gate&lt;br /&gt;There’s a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy&lt;br /&gt;From heaven’s gate&lt;br /&gt;There’s a freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;That carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-2157353032700795543?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/2157353032700795543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=2157353032700795543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2157353032700795543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2157353032700795543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-you-leann-rimes.html' title='I Need You - LeAnn Rimes'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7601154852811703317</id><published>2008-06-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:31:47.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You - Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>No I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way&lt;br /&gt;The story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there&lt;br /&gt;But then I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And now it's only fair&lt;br /&gt;That I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;What you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't give&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way&lt;br /&gt;The story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;I can't give any more&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't give&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7601154852811703317?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7601154852811703317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7601154852811703317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7601154852811703317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7601154852811703317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/without-you-mariah-carey.html' title='Without You - Mariah Carey'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8450242246541149296</id><published>2008-06-12T12:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:30:45.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine - Martina McBride</title><content type='html'>If there were no words&lt;br /&gt;No way to speak&lt;br /&gt;I would still hear you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no tears&lt;br /&gt;No way to feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I’d still feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;All you give to me&lt;br /&gt;You’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And showed me how to love unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams I couldn’t love you more&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time...&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;’cause all I need is you, my valentine&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8450242246541149296?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8450242246541149296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8450242246541149296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8450242246541149296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8450242246541149296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/valentine-martina-mcbride.html' title='Valentine - Martina McBride'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-6194157471055173081</id><published>2008-06-12T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:28:48.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Heart - MLTR</title><content type='html'>Don’t know what to say now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to handle&lt;br /&gt;A complicated heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you are leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;Before you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems quite tough&lt;br /&gt;To hold a conversation&lt;br /&gt;When words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is your decision&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I can only say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting when you’re coming home&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-6194157471055173081?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/6194157471055173081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=6194157471055173081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6194157471055173081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6194157471055173081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/complicated-heart-mltr.html' title='Complicated Heart - MLTR'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3731665276901109936</id><published>2008-06-12T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:27:36.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Be Around - MLTR</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since we took the time&lt;br /&gt;To share words from deep inside us&lt;br /&gt;We're in our own world spinning our wheels&lt;br /&gt;But you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first time I took your hand&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has just been growing&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to understand &lt;br /&gt;You know how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be your very true friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share your ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone cause I'm away&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn my thoughts to you&lt;br /&gt;like I always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you til the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be your very true friend...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share your ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Hold you when you’re down&lt;br /&gt;Sharing every moment&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you all I do&lt;br /&gt;I believe I’ve found a miracle&lt;br /&gt;in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you til the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be your very true friend...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share your ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3731665276901109936?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3731665276901109936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3731665276901109936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3731665276901109936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3731665276901109936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gonna-be-around-mltr.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Be Around - MLTR'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-471263680908531814</id><published>2008-06-12T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:25:54.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint My Love - MLTR</title><content type='html'>From my youngest years&lt;br /&gt;Till this moment here&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the skies above&lt;br /&gt;To the deepest love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt&lt;br /&gt;Crazy like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;You should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;It’s the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been around the world&lt;br /&gt;Then I met you girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s like comming home&lt;br /&gt;To a place I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;You should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;It’s the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;The days before all fade to black and white&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;You should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;It’s the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-471263680908531814?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/471263680908531814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=471263680908531814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/471263680908531814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/471263680908531814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/paint-my-love-mltr.html' title='Paint My Love - MLTR'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-489497582671931894</id><published>2008-06-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:25:03.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of You - MLTR</title><content type='html'>Summer's ended and without a trace&lt;br /&gt;time goes by - while you remain&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I thougt I walked on through&lt;br /&gt;with my heart in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still fear to face &lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I tried to get you of my mind&lt;br /&gt;but you return - all the time&lt;br /&gt;I believed I could just let you go&lt;br /&gt;like the fool I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby why do I still fear to face&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to release you&lt;br /&gt;to get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Still I need my hope to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;even if I know i should back away&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of me that I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still fear to face&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby why&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I try I'm still reminded&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I go I keep coliding with&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;I've given up I just can't fight it&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look away I see&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-489497582671931894?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/489497582671931894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=489497582671931894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/489497582671931894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/489497582671931894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghost-of-you-mltr.html' title='Ghost of You - MLTR'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4094108537670972479</id><published>2008-06-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:23:30.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Took My Heart Away - MLTR</title><content type='html'>Staring at the moon so blue&lt;br /&gt;Turning all my thoughts to you&lt;br /&gt;I was without hope or dream&lt;br /&gt;Try to dull an inner scream&lt;br /&gt;But you . . . saw me through . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on a path of air&lt;br /&gt;See your faces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As you melt this heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand to guide me home and now I’m in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;And when it’s cold at night&lt;br /&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;You were there to warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;You came to mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;You gave my life a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;And now . . . I ’m in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;And when it’s cold at night&lt;br /&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hands&lt;br /&gt;I won’t fear tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Here where we stand&lt;br /&gt;We never be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;And when it’s cold at night&lt;br /&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4094108537670972479?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4094108537670972479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4094108537670972479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4094108537670972479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4094108537670972479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-took-my-heart-away-mltr.html' title='You Took My Heart Away - MLTR'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4017597895066687395</id><published>2008-06-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:22:10.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ever You're In My Arms Again - Peabo Bryson</title><content type='html'>It all came so easy, all the loving you gave me &lt;br /&gt;The feelings we shared, and I still can remember &lt;br /&gt;How your touch was so tender, it told me you cared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't see, until it was gone &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime, may be too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;But I swear from now on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever &lt;br /&gt;This time will never end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seeing clearly &lt;br /&gt;How I still need you near me &lt;br /&gt;I still love you so &lt;br /&gt;There's something between us &lt;br /&gt;That won't ever leave us &lt;br /&gt;There's no letting go &lt;br /&gt;We had a once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't know it &lt;br /&gt;Till my life fell apart &lt;br /&gt;A second once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Isn't too much to ask &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I swear from the heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of romances, &lt;br /&gt;deserve second chances &lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you somehow &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I promise now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll love you much better &lt;br /&gt;If ever you're in my arms again &lt;br /&gt;This time I'll hold you forever &lt;br /&gt;This time will never end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4017597895066687395?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4017597895066687395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4017597895066687395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4017597895066687395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4017597895066687395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-ever-youre-in-my-arms-again-peabo.html' title='If Ever You&apos;re In My Arms Again - Peabo Bryson'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-5626684967676284340</id><published>2008-06-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:19:18.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx</title><content type='html'>Oceans apart day after day &lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane &lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line &lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never &lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times &lt;br /&gt;That I though would last somehow &lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears &lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive &lt;br /&gt;This romance &lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-5626684967676284340?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/5626684967676284340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=5626684967676284340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5626684967676284340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5626684967676284340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-here-waiting-richard-marx.html' title='Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7022878801762047698</id><published>2008-06-12T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:17:58.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Need You - Rod Stewart</title><content type='html'>When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;And all that I so want to give you&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a heart beat away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need love&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hand and I touch love&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was so much love&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me warm night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles and miles of empty space in between us&lt;br /&gt;A telephone can’t take the place of your smile&lt;br /&gt;But you know I won’t be traveling forever&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold out but hold out and do like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;And all that I so want to give you baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a heart beat away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy when the road is your driver&lt;br /&gt;Honey that’s a heavy load that we bear&lt;br /&gt;But you know I won’t be traveling a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold out so hold out and do like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need love&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hands and I touch love&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was so much love&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me warm night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hold out my hand and I’ve got you darlin’&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a heart beat away&lt;br /&gt;Now listen&lt;br /&gt;When I need you darlin’&lt;br /&gt;I hold you, feel ya&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Just close my eyes and I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s only a heart beat away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7022878801762047698?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7022878801762047698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7022878801762047698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7022878801762047698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7022878801762047698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-need-you-rod-stewart.html' title='When I Need You - Rod Stewart'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-2186561279763673387</id><published>2008-06-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:17:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew I Love You - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's intuition&lt;br /&gt;But some things you just don't question&lt;br /&gt;Like in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see my future in an instant&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;Only this sense of completion&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the missing pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my way home&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand angels dance around you&lt;br /&gt;I am complete now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I love you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-2186561279763673387?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/2186561279763673387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=2186561279763673387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2186561279763673387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2186561279763673387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-knew-i-love-you-savage-garden.html' title='I Knew I Love You - Savage Garden'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7553406552835222544</id><published>2008-06-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:15:42.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>I'll be your dream &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your wish &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love &lt;br /&gt;Be everything that you need. &lt;br /&gt;I love you more with every breath &lt;br /&gt;Truly madly deeply do.. &lt;br /&gt;I will be strong I will be faithful &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm counting on a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;A reason for living. &lt;br /&gt;A deeper meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever. &lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars are shining brightly &lt;br /&gt;In the velvet sky, &lt;br /&gt;I'll make a wish &lt;br /&gt;Send it to heaven &lt;br /&gt;Then make you want to cry.. &lt;br /&gt;The tears of joy &lt;br /&gt;For all the pleasure and the certainty. &lt;br /&gt;That we're surrounded &lt;br /&gt;By the comfort and protection of.. &lt;br /&gt;The highest power. &lt;br /&gt;In lonely hours. &lt;br /&gt;The tears devour you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you on a mountain, &lt;br /&gt;I want to bathe with you in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;I want to lay like this forever, &lt;br /&gt;Until the sky falls down on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it baby? &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;'Cos it's standing right before you. &lt;br /&gt;All that you need will surely come... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your dream &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your wish &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your hope &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love &lt;br /&gt;Be everything that you need. &lt;br /&gt;I'll love you more with every breath &lt;br /&gt;Truly madly deeply do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7553406552835222544?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7553406552835222544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7553406552835222544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7553406552835222544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7553406552835222544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/truly-madly-deeply-savage-garden.html' title='Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-6264801638025373340</id><published>2008-06-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:12:49.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back For Good - Take That</title><content type='html'>I guess now it's time for me to give up &lt;br /&gt;I feel it's time &lt;br /&gt;Got a picture of you beside me &lt;br /&gt;Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup &lt;br /&gt;Got a fist of pure emotion &lt;br /&gt;Got a head of shattered dreams &lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it &lt;br /&gt;I just want you back for good &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it &lt;br /&gt;You'll be right and understood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware but underlined I figured out this story &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't good &lt;br /&gt;But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory &lt;br /&gt;But that was not to be &lt;br /&gt;In the twist of separation you excelled at being free &lt;br /&gt;Can't you find a little room inside for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it &lt;br /&gt;I just want you back for good &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it &lt;br /&gt;You'll be right and understood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be together, this time is forever &lt;br /&gt;We'll be fighting and forever we will be &lt;br /&gt;So complete in our love &lt;br /&gt;We will never be uncovered again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it &lt;br /&gt;I just want you back for good &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it &lt;br /&gt;You'll be right and understood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now it's time, that you came back for good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-6264801638025373340?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/6264801638025373340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=6264801638025373340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6264801638025373340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6264801638025373340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-for-good-take-that.html' title='Back For Good - Take That'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3943165442458574225</id><published>2008-06-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:11:15.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Love In The World - The Corrs</title><content type='html'>I'm not looking for someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I've got my friend, I'm more than O.K.&lt;br /&gt;I've got more than a girl could wish for&lt;br /&gt;I live my dreams but it's not all they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe I'm missing something real&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who really sees me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wondered if love's an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Just to get you through the loneliest days&lt;br /&gt;I can't criticize it&lt;br /&gt;I have no hestitaion&lt;br /&gt;My imagination just stole me away&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing something real&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who really sees me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's for a lifetime not for a moment&lt;br /&gt;So how could I throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm only human&lt;br /&gt;And nights grow colder&lt;br /&gt;With no-one to love me that way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need someone who really sees me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;You'll reach for me and I'll know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3943165442458574225?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3943165442458574225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3943165442458574225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3943165442458574225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3943165442458574225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-love-in-world-corrs.html' title='All The Love In The World - The Corrs'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3219307058947741492</id><published>2008-06-12T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:08:27.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Inside To Hold You - Timmy Thomas</title><content type='html'>It's turning out just another day&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower and I went on my way&lt;br /&gt;I stopped there as usual&lt;br /&gt;Had a coffee and pie&lt;br /&gt;When I turned to leave&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there I didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Without one touch&lt;br /&gt;We stood there face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dying indside to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I felt for you&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside I was dying inside&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't bring myself to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said hello then you asked my name&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I should go all the way&lt;br /&gt;Inside I felt my life have really changed&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there i didn't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;First time looked away when I whispered your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hello changed my life&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;But you've shown me what is life&lt;br /&gt;And I now I know my love (I know it's coming right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3219307058947741492?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3219307058947741492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3219307058947741492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3219307058947741492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3219307058947741492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/dying-inside-to-hold-you-timmy-thomas.html' title='Dying Inside To Hold You - Timmy Thomas'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7705622531793850355</id><published>2008-06-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:04:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Knows - The Tony Rich Project</title><content type='html'>I pretended I'm glad you went away &lt;br /&gt;These four walls closin' more every day &lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show &lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows &lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying inside &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I say &lt;br /&gt;The things I needed to say &lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away &lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down &lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly &lt;br /&gt;But you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad &lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about &lt;br /&gt;The love that we had &lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two &lt;br /&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you &lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three &lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought &lt;br /&gt;You'd hear me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah my heart is callin' you &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get &lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart &lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart &lt;br /&gt;A million words couldn't say just how I feel &lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know &lt;br /&gt;I'll be lovin' you still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad &lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about &lt;br /&gt;The love that we had &lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road &lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me &lt;br /&gt;Said when the nights are lonely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad &lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about &lt;br /&gt;The love that we had &lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you &lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7705622531793850355?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7705622531793850355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7705622531793850355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7705622531793850355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7705622531793850355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/nobody-knows-tony-rich-project.html' title='Nobody Knows - The Tony Rich Project'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-5483916294721775836</id><published>2008-06-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:02:51.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Live - Trisha Yearwood</title><content type='html'>How do I get through one night without you&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live without you&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life would that be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I, I need you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Need you to hold&lt;br /&gt;You're my world, my heart, my soul&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you would take away everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you there'd be no sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;There would be no love in my life&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no world left for me&lt;br /&gt;And I, baby I don't know what I would do&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost if I lost you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you would take away everything real in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me now&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go&lt;br /&gt;How do I ever, ever survive&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how do I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you would take away everything&lt;br /&gt;Need you with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, 'cause you know that you're everything good in my life&lt;br /&gt;And tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go&lt;br /&gt;How do I ever, ever survive&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how do I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live&lt;br /&gt;Without you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-5483916294721775836?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/5483916294721775836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=5483916294721775836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5483916294721775836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5483916294721775836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-i-live-trisha-yearwood.html' title='How Do I Live - Trisha Yearwood'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3332715988244156712</id><published>2008-06-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:54:27.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Without Wings - Westlife</title><content type='html'>Everybody's looking for that something&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes it all complete&lt;br /&gt;You find it in the strangest places&lt;br /&gt;Places you never knew it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in the face of their children&lt;br /&gt;Some find it in their lover's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who can deny the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;When you found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some find it sharing every morning&lt;br /&gt;Some in their solitary lives&lt;br /&gt;You find it in the words of others&lt;br /&gt;A simple line can make you laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it in the deepest friendship&lt;br /&gt;The kind you cherish all your life&lt;br /&gt;And when you know how much that means&lt;br /&gt;You've found that special thing&lt;br /&gt;You're flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So impossible as they may seem&lt;br /&gt;You've got to fight for every dream&lt;br /&gt;'Cause who's to know&lt;br /&gt;Which one you let go&lt;br /&gt;Would have made you complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me it's waking up beside you&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sunrise on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can say I love you&lt;br /&gt;In any given time or place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little things that only I know&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's like flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my special thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the place my life begins&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be where it ends&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;And that's the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying without wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3332715988244156712?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3332715988244156712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3332715988244156712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3332715988244156712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3332715988244156712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/flying-without-wings-westlife.html' title='Flying Without Wings - Westlife'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-806158257186742853</id><published>2008-06-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:52:25.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Always Love You</title><content type='html'>If I should stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would only be in your way.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go, but I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my darling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet memories&lt;br /&gt;that is all I'm taking with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye. Please, don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;We both know I'm not what you, you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life treats you kind&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish to you, joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But above all this, I wish you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I, I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, darling, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-806158257186742853?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/806158257186742853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=806158257186742853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/806158257186742853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/806158257186742853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-always-love-you.html' title='I Will Always Love You'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-469981738644511546</id><published>2008-06-12T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:50:34.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>美丽之最 - 侧田</title><content type='html'>手愿意捐给你拓着头&lt;br /&gt;做你的安枕刚好足够&lt;br /&gt;望你的天真可以永久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼看你半世还未够&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你的眉头&lt;br /&gt;哪怕皱起始终清秀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在某天未发展&lt;br /&gt;在某间咖啡店&lt;br /&gt;尚记起坐你后面&lt;br /&gt;习惯守望半天&lt;br /&gt;望你从来都温暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想一生看下去&lt;br /&gt;还会等一天八十岁&lt;br /&gt;看你发端灰色的点缀&lt;br /&gt;未来只有乐趣&lt;br /&gt;和你去拖手看新居&lt;br /&gt;双眼开始像饮醉&lt;br /&gt;尤如观果你在这里&lt;br /&gt;我的双眼里&lt;br /&gt;寻找到宇宙之最&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心像太专心看你在忙&lt;br /&gt;望你不施脂粉多好看&lt;br /&gt;自信坦率多可爱眼光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你碰上挫折仍硬朗&lt;br /&gt;不沮丧不彷徨&lt;br /&gt;看你斗心多么凶悍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你竟用决心&lt;br /&gt;任意放弃所有&lt;br /&gt;独个走我要殿后&lt;br /&gt;视线跟着你走&lt;br /&gt;直到你放开所有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想一生看下去&lt;br /&gt;还会等一天八十岁&lt;br /&gt;看你发端灰色的点缀&lt;br /&gt;未来只有乐趣&lt;br /&gt;天真追我所追&lt;br /&gt;只怕始终未登对&lt;br /&gt;仍然想讲我第一句&lt;br /&gt;寻找到美丽之最&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说过爱你要接受意外&lt;br /&gt;总要挑战障碍比赛&lt;br /&gt;最怕看见你抱着决心离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说过要与你赤道看海&lt;br /&gt;更说永远爱你未变改&lt;br /&gt;等着你目光未会离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等你回我身边继续回味&lt;br /&gt;眼里每种温馨好滋味&lt;br /&gt;未来只看着你微笑中&lt;br /&gt;班点会皱起&lt;br /&gt;得我始终望穿你&lt;br /&gt;仍然想讲&lt;br /&gt;最后一句&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-469981738644511546?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/469981738644511546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=469981738644511546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/469981738644511546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/469981738644511546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_1232.html' title='美丽之最 - 侧田'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7880728743840977541</id><published>2008-06-12T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:48:20.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>练习 - 刘德华</title><content type='html'>如果留下多一秒钟&lt;br /&gt;可以减少明天想你的痛&lt;br /&gt;我会愿意放下所有&lt;br /&gt;交换任何一丝丝可能的占有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福只剩一杯沙漏&lt;br /&gt;眼睁睁看着一幕幕甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;不会再有原来平凡无奇的拥有&lt;br /&gt;到现在竟像是无助的奢求&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已开始练习&lt;br /&gt;开始慢慢着急&lt;br /&gt;着急这世界没有你&lt;br /&gt;已经和眼泪说好不哭泣&lt;br /&gt;但倒数计时的爱该怎么继续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我天天练习&lt;br /&gt;天天都会熟悉&lt;br /&gt;在没有你的城市里&lt;br /&gt;试着删除每个两人世界里&lt;br /&gt;那些曾经共同拥有的一切美好和回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是一万公顷的森林&lt;br /&gt;迷了路的却是我和你&lt;br /&gt;不是说好一起闯出去&lt;br /&gt;怎能剩我一人回去&lt;br /&gt;回去&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7880728743840977541?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7880728743840977541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7880728743840977541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7880728743840977541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7880728743840977541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_2065.html' title='练习 - 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吴奇隆'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3883829526635245830</id><published>2008-06-12T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:45:35.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>还未 - 容祖儿</title><content type='html'>还未等到的烛光晚餐&lt;br /&gt;还是穿好新衫等你拣&lt;br /&gt;有点冷长年累月何其缓慢&lt;br /&gt;还未手牵手攀登雪山&lt;br /&gt;还是不敢迫你定时限&lt;br /&gt;如若肯约会我&lt;br /&gt;你拣一个夜晚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我只想试试&lt;br /&gt;当一刹那幸运儿&lt;br /&gt;心息极容易&lt;br /&gt;何不敷衍我一次&lt;br /&gt;这样的坚持&lt;br /&gt;难捱但我不介意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下半生我知我还是会等你&lt;br /&gt;若应该与你一起为何还未&lt;br /&gt;年华易过岁月如飞&lt;br /&gt;渐看得出再没有传奇&lt;br /&gt;也难得固执的我坚决为你死心塌地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下辈子准许我拣我还是会再次拣你&lt;br /&gt;像今生从头到尾那般预期&lt;br /&gt;结局仍然未结我始终不容许我自卑&lt;br /&gt;要是黄河未到我又如何舍得心死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还未解得开的这一个锁&lt;br /&gt;难道苍天都爱莫能助&lt;br /&gt;唯独你可帮我&lt;br /&gt;偿还未了的因果&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等不起我知我&lt;br /&gt;还是会等你&lt;br /&gt;若应该与你一起为何还未&lt;br /&gt;年华易过岁月如飞&lt;br /&gt;渐看得出再没有传奇&lt;br /&gt;我们的这一出戏&lt;br /&gt;仿似具有惩罚我的意味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太疏离但还未可抽离&lt;br /&gt;我彷佛赌着气&lt;br /&gt;要共你比谁耐性好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今生不可一起过一世&lt;br /&gt;还是会再次等你&lt;br /&gt;下一生才能教我有所预期&lt;br /&gt;结局仍然未见我始终不容许我自卑&lt;br /&gt;要是黄河未到我又如何抛得下你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还未等到的烛光晚餐&lt;br /&gt;穷尽一生等你还&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3883829526635245830?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3883829526635245830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3883829526635245830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3883829526635245830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3883829526635245830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_3939.html' title='还未 - 容祖儿'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4369825516483912076</id><published>2008-06-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:39:17.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么舍得你 - 张学友</title><content type='html'>红笑脸红裙红丝巾&lt;br /&gt;白纸般坦率还天真&lt;br /&gt;一对眼水晶般吸引&lt;br /&gt;流转的舞步像浮云&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘记你但仍然想起&lt;br /&gt;愈想起更加难入寐&lt;br /&gt;紧抱你抱紧的只得空气&lt;br /&gt;明知得不到你&lt;br /&gt;何必再要记起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一丝丝一点点烧毁忆记&lt;br /&gt;一幅幅一声声又复燃起&lt;br /&gt;怎么舍得你&lt;br /&gt;任由我肠断至死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋一生差一些不可一起&lt;br /&gt;只一心等一天日月如飞&lt;br /&gt;却等不到你&lt;br /&gt;愿忘记又想起你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情与爱是无从更改&lt;br /&gt;未更改却因何分开&lt;br /&gt;失去你才明白未可舍弃&lt;br /&gt;但始终祝福你&lt;br /&gt;宁愿我这田地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一丝丝一点点烧毁忆记&lt;br /&gt;一幅幅一声声又复燃起&lt;br /&gt;怎么舍得你&lt;br /&gt;任由我肠断至死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋一生差一些不可一起&lt;br /&gt;只一心等一天日月如飞&lt;br /&gt;却等不到你&lt;br /&gt;愿忘记又想起你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4369825516483912076?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4369825516483912076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4369825516483912076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4369825516483912076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4369825516483912076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_2297.html' title='怎么舍得你 - 张学友'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4497988101869890568</id><published>2008-06-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:37:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>每天爱你多一些 - 张学友</title><content type='html'>无求甚么无寻甚么&lt;br /&gt;突破天地但求夜深&lt;br /&gt;奔波以后能望见你&lt;br /&gt;你可否知道么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平凡亦可平淡亦可&lt;br /&gt;自有天地但求日出&lt;br /&gt;清早到后能望见你&lt;br /&gt;那已经很好过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当身边的一切如风&lt;br /&gt;是你让我找到根蒂&lt;br /&gt;不愿离开只愿留低&lt;br /&gt;情是永不枯萎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这醉者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些再多些至满泻&lt;br /&gt;我发觉我最爱与你编写&lt;br /&gt;以后明天的深夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这醉者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些再多些至满泻&lt;br /&gt;我最爱你与我这生一起&lt;br /&gt;哪惧明天风高路斜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;名是甚么财是甚么&lt;br /&gt;是好滋味但如在生&lt;br /&gt;朝朝每夜能望见你&lt;br /&gt;那更加的好过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当身边的一切如风&lt;br /&gt;是你让我找到根蒂&lt;br /&gt;不愿离开只愿留低&lt;br /&gt;情是永不枯萎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这醉者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些再多些至满泻&lt;br /&gt;我发觉我最爱与你编写&lt;br /&gt;以后明天的深夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这醉者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些再多些至满泻&lt;br /&gt;我最爱你与我这生一起&lt;br /&gt;哪惧明天风高路斜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这醉者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些再多些至满泻&lt;br /&gt;我发觉我最爱与你编写&lt;br /&gt;以后明天的深夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而每过一天每一天这情深者&lt;br /&gt;便爱你多些然后再多一些&lt;br /&gt;我最爱你与我这生一起&lt;br /&gt;哪惧明天风高路斜&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4497988101869890568?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4497988101869890568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4497988101869890568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4497988101869890568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4497988101869890568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_5321.html' title='每天爱你多一些 - 张学友'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7945703341335588663</id><published>2008-06-12T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:35:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>祝福 - 张学友</title><content type='html'>不要问不要说一切尽在不言中&lt;br /&gt;这一刻偎着烛光让我们静静的渡过&lt;br /&gt;莫挥手莫回头当我唱起这首歌&lt;br /&gt;怕只怕泪水轻轻的滑落&lt;br /&gt;愿心中永远留着我的笑容&lt;br /&gt;伴你走过每一个舂夏秋冬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几许愁几许忧人生难免苦与痛&lt;br /&gt;失去过才能真正懂得去珍惜和拥有&lt;br /&gt;情难舍人难留今朝一别各西东&lt;br /&gt;冷和热点点滴滴在心头&lt;br /&gt;愿心中永远留着我的笑容&lt;br /&gt;伴你走过每一个春夏秋冬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤离别离别虽然在眼前&lt;br /&gt;说再见再见不会太遥远&lt;br /&gt;若有缘有缘就能期待明天&lt;br /&gt;你和我重逢在灿烂的季节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤离别离别虽然在眼前&lt;br /&gt;说再见再见不会太遥远&lt;br /&gt;若有缘有缘就能期待明天&lt;br /&gt;你和我重逢在灿烂的季节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤离别离别虽然在眼前&lt;br /&gt;说再见再见不会太遥远&lt;br /&gt;伤离别离别虽然在眼前&lt;br /&gt;说再见再见不会太遥远&lt;br /&gt;若有缘有缘就能期待明天&lt;br /&gt;你和我重逢在灿烂的季节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要问不要说&lt;br /&gt;一切尽在不言中&lt;br /&gt;这一刻偎着烛光让我们静静的渡过&lt;br /&gt;莫挥手莫回头当我唱起这首歌&lt;br /&gt;愿心中留着笑容&lt;br /&gt;伴你渡过每个春夏秋冬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7945703341335588663?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7945703341335588663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7945703341335588663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7945703341335588663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7945703341335588663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_6142.html' title='祝福 - 张学友'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-6113179211362114302</id><published>2008-06-12T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:33:46.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>约定 - 张学友 &amp; 王菲</title><content type='html'>是否妳還記得 在我的心中只有妳&lt;br /&gt;如果你沒忘記 那段有你有我的回憶&lt;br /&gt;不願放棄　捨不得看著妳哭泣&lt;br /&gt;相知相愛不容易 你我怎能不去珍惜&lt;br /&gt;解放心中的憂鬱 用我們的愛 交織回憶&lt;br /&gt;就像當初的決定 一起走過每個冬季&lt;br /&gt;不要放棄　說好了深情不移&lt;br /&gt;你我之間的感應 就像前世的約定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;我的心早已被你佔領&lt;br /&gt;你的愛你的吻夜夜在夢裡&lt;br /&gt;沒有你的世界翻天覆地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;你的愛就像我的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;是纏綿是淚滴刻在我心底&lt;br /&gt;不要忘了那年雨季 愛的約定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;解放心中的憂鬱 用我們的愛 交織回憶&lt;br /&gt;就像當初的決定 一起走過每個冬季&lt;br /&gt;不要放棄　說好了深情不移&lt;br /&gt;你我之間的感應 就像前世的約定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;我的心早已被你佔領&lt;br /&gt;你的愛你的吻夜夜在夢裡&lt;br /&gt;沒有你的世界翻天覆地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;你的愛就像我的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;是纏綿是淚滴刻在我心底&lt;br /&gt;不要忘了那年雨季 愛的約定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;我的心早已被你佔領&lt;br /&gt;你的愛你的吻夜夜在夢裡&lt;br /&gt;沒有你的世界翻天覆地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼能 我不能不能失去你&lt;br /&gt;你的愛就像我的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;是纏綿是淚滴刻在我心底&lt;br /&gt;不要忘了那年雨季 愛的約定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年雨季&lt;br /&gt;爱的约定……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-6113179211362114302?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/6113179211362114302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=6113179211362114302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6113179211362114302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6113179211362114302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_1645.html' title='约定 - 张学友 &amp; 王菲'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3324817079592319743</id><published>2008-06-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:25:53.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你最珍贵 - 张学友 &amp; 高慧君</title><content type='html'>明年这个时间&lt;br /&gt;约在这个地点&lt;br /&gt;记得带著玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;打上领带系上思念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;动情时刻最美&lt;br /&gt;真心的给不累&lt;br /&gt;太多的爱怕醉&lt;br /&gt;没人疼爱再美的人也会憔悴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会送你红色玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱流泪(你别拿一生眼泪相对)&lt;br /&gt;未来的日子是否会美(有你才美)&lt;br /&gt;梦才会真一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我学着在你爱里沉醉(我不撤退)&lt;br /&gt;你守护着我穿过黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我愿意这条情路相守相随&lt;br /&gt;你最珍贵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;动情时刻最美&lt;br /&gt;真心的给不累&lt;br /&gt;太多的爱怕醉&lt;br /&gt;没人疼爱再美的人也会憔悴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会送你红色玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱流泪(你别拿一生眼泪相对)&lt;br /&gt;未来的日子是否会美(有你才美)&lt;br /&gt;梦才会真一点&lt;br /&gt;我学着在你爱里沉醉(我不撤退)&lt;br /&gt;你守护着我穿过黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我愿意这条情路相守相随&lt;br /&gt;你最珍贵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你最珍贵&lt;br /&gt;我会送你红色玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;你知道我爱流泪(你别拿一生眼泪相对)&lt;br /&gt;未来的日子是否会美(有你才美)&lt;br /&gt;梦才会真一点&lt;br /&gt;我学着在你爱里沉醉(我不撤退)&lt;br /&gt;你守护着我穿过黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我愿意这条情路相守相随&lt;br /&gt;你最珍贵&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3324817079592319743?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3324817079592319743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3324817079592319743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3324817079592319743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3324817079592319743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_6570.html' title='你最珍贵 - 张学友 &amp; 高慧君'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7318123786808087332</id><published>2008-06-12T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:24:15.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>十指紧扣 - 张智霖</title><content type='html'>即使可以畅聚&lt;br /&gt;最幸运的一对伴侣&lt;br /&gt;沿途仍旧要牵手伴随&lt;br /&gt;原来为了温馨之中带着了恐惧&lt;br /&gt;若那对手放松了会怕失去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧紧拥抱以外我用什么感到被爱&lt;br /&gt;沿途伴着你手松下来&lt;br /&gt;遗留十时空间谁相信&lt;br /&gt;你在乎我&lt;br /&gt;若缺陷拉阔随时会分开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁都知双手可紧扣&lt;br /&gt;不依不舍的背后&lt;br /&gt;这个信念有多温柔&lt;br /&gt;从害怕会被拥有&lt;br /&gt;直到力气不够&lt;br /&gt;十只手指终於找得到对手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能开不能心都紧扣&lt;br /&gt;辛不辛苦都接受&lt;br /&gt;是一个成就&lt;br /&gt;可惜我只想与一个人尾指一勾&lt;br /&gt;也没有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧紧拥抱以外我用什么感到被爱&lt;br /&gt;沿途伴着你手松下来&lt;br /&gt;遗留十时空间谁相信&lt;br /&gt;你在乎我&lt;br /&gt;若缺陷拉阔随时会分开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁都知双手可紧扣&lt;br /&gt;不依不舍的背后&lt;br /&gt;这个信念有多温柔&lt;br /&gt;从害怕会被拥有&lt;br /&gt;直到力气不够&lt;br /&gt;可惜我只得一个人绕起双手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁都知双手可紧扣&lt;br /&gt;不依不舍的背后&lt;br /&gt;这个信念有多温柔&lt;br /&gt;从害怕会被拥有&lt;br /&gt;直到力气不够&lt;br /&gt;十只手指就是绝望时扶手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能开不能心都紧扣&lt;br /&gt;辛不辛苦都接受&lt;br /&gt;是一个成就&lt;br /&gt;可惜我只想与一个人尾指一勾&lt;br /&gt;也没有&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7318123786808087332?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7318123786808087332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7318123786808087332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7318123786808087332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7318123786808087332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_2434.html' title='十指紧扣 - 张智霖'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-5753912712618838054</id><published>2008-06-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:20:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>祝君好 - 张智霖</title><content type='html'>听你不断呼叫我&lt;br /&gt;划破宁静我的心下堕&lt;br /&gt;在难过&lt;br /&gt;讲不出爱没结果&lt;br /&gt;口和唇&lt;br /&gt;紧紧闭锁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看也一话都不说&lt;br /&gt;害怕&lt;br /&gt;连累你一生日月憾无缺&lt;br /&gt;只差跟你曾遇过&lt;br /&gt;给过你太多波折&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁愿没拥抱&lt;br /&gt;共你可到老&lt;br /&gt;任由你来去自如在我心底仍爱慕&lt;br /&gt;如若碰到&lt;br /&gt;他比我好&lt;br /&gt;只望停在远处祝君安好&lt;br /&gt;虽不可亲口细诉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说&lt;br /&gt;太多话我想说&lt;br /&gt;但我还是要哑口道别&lt;br /&gt;任由我&lt;br /&gt;天空海阔流翔去&lt;br /&gt;只要你白似冰雪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁愿没拥抱&lt;br /&gt;共你可到老&lt;br /&gt;任由你来去自如在我心底仍爱慕&lt;br /&gt;如若碰到&lt;br /&gt;他比我好&lt;br /&gt;只望停在远处祝君安好&lt;br /&gt;虽不可亲口细诉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁愿没拥抱&lt;br /&gt;共你能够终老&lt;br /&gt;任由你来去自如在我心底仍爱慕&lt;br /&gt;如若碰到&lt;br /&gt;他比我好&lt;br /&gt;只望停在远处祝君安好&lt;br /&gt;多么想亲口&lt;br /&gt;细诉&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-5753912712618838054?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/5753912712618838054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=5753912712618838054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5753912712618838054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5753912712618838054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_6753.html' title='祝君好 - 张智霖'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-625241200489224007</id><published>2008-06-12T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:18:07.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>不走 - 杜德伟</title><content type='html'>挺着胸勇敢的面对呼唏的风&lt;br /&gt;伤心总是带不走痛&lt;br /&gt;有时候我觉得自己很没用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉默完完全全把你放在心中&lt;br /&gt;有太多的话想对你说面对你都说不出口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼睁睁的看着你离开我&lt;br /&gt;我明白你有你的理由&lt;br /&gt;你回头笑笑的看我&lt;br /&gt;我心中痛痛的挥手眼泪在心里流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't go &lt;br /&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;How can I wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust love anymore&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't go&lt;br /&gt;Don't go&lt;br /&gt;Our love will be hard to follow&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我站在这里双手空空&lt;br /&gt;大雨下的不知所措&lt;br /&gt;告诉我你在玩我&lt;br /&gt;你躲在远处笑我&lt;br /&gt;让我再为你坚持不走&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-625241200489224007?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/625241200489224007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=625241200489224007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/625241200489224007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/625241200489224007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_773.html' title='不走 - 杜德伟'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8260481805942458801</id><published>2008-06-12T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:16:26.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>嫁给我 - 杜德伟</title><content type='html'>小星星亮晶晶&lt;br /&gt;闪在你的眼睛里&lt;br /&gt;从此走进我的心&lt;br /&gt;呼风又唤雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意好愿意&lt;br /&gt;双手奉上我自己&lt;br /&gt;翻山越岭找到你&lt;br /&gt;再也不离去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是我爱是你&lt;br /&gt;爱是肯定句&lt;br /&gt;谁也不能阻挡我&lt;br /&gt;永远守护你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日出日落黑夜白昼&lt;br /&gt;时时刻刻拥在怀中&lt;br /&gt;清清楚楚这感动&lt;br /&gt;分秒刻印成永久&lt;br /&gt;我望着你你看着我&lt;br /&gt;有句话我想对你说&lt;br /&gt;今生今世跟着我&lt;br /&gt;做你幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;嫁给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意好愿意&lt;br /&gt;双手奉上我自己&lt;br /&gt;翻山越岭找到你&lt;br /&gt;再也不离去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是我爱是你&lt;br /&gt;爱是肯定句&lt;br /&gt;谁也不能阻挡我&lt;br /&gt;永远守护你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日出日落黑夜白昼&lt;br /&gt;时时刻刻拥在怀中&lt;br /&gt;清清楚楚这感动&lt;br /&gt;分秒刻印成永久&lt;br /&gt;我望着你你看着我&lt;br /&gt;有句话我想对你说&lt;br /&gt;今生今世跟着我&lt;br /&gt;做你幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;嫁给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是我爱是你&lt;br /&gt;爱是肯定句&lt;br /&gt;谁也不能阻挡我&lt;br /&gt;永远守护你&lt;br /&gt;日出日落黑夜白昼&lt;br /&gt;时时刻刻拥在怀中&lt;br /&gt;清清楚楚这感动&lt;br /&gt;分秒刻印成永久&lt;br /&gt;我望着你你看着我&lt;br /&gt;有句话我想对你说&lt;br /&gt;今生今世跟着我&lt;br /&gt;做你幸福的理由&lt;br /&gt;嫁给我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8260481805942458801?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8260481805942458801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8260481805942458801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8260481805942458801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8260481805942458801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_4581.html' title='嫁给我 - 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杜德伟'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7264109408259375923</id><published>2008-06-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:14:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>把你宠坏 - 杜德伟</title><content type='html'>把爱的细胞都打开&lt;br /&gt;大脑中充满着&lt;br /&gt;蠢蠢欲动的期待&lt;br /&gt;不是我想把你宠坏&lt;br /&gt;实在是你利害&lt;br /&gt;让我舍不得离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我预感你是为我而来&lt;br /&gt;不容一秒发呆&lt;br /&gt;若是错过你&lt;br /&gt;一百年都感慨&lt;br /&gt;所谓感情路冤家路窄&lt;br /&gt;现在都明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从今后&lt;br /&gt;看着你好看着你坏&lt;br /&gt;我都捧在怀中全部都爱&lt;br /&gt;看着现在看着未来&lt;br /&gt;我都想让你在我纵容里被爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把爱的细胞都打开&lt;br /&gt;大脑中充满着&lt;br /&gt;蠢蠢欲动的期待&lt;br /&gt;不是我想把你宠坏&lt;br /&gt;实在是你利害&lt;br /&gt;让我舍不得离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我预感你是为我而来&lt;br /&gt;不容一秒发呆&lt;br /&gt;若是错过你&lt;br /&gt;一百年都感慨&lt;br /&gt;所谓感情路冤家路窄&lt;br /&gt;现在都明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经为了自己直都&lt;br /&gt;随感觉面对爱&lt;br /&gt;不勉强不刻意来对待&lt;br /&gt;而你让我改变了心态&lt;br /&gt;有一种真相大白&lt;br /&gt;一发难收拾想去爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从今后&lt;br /&gt;看着你好看着你坏&lt;br /&gt;我都捧在怀中全部都爱&lt;br /&gt;看着现在看着未来&lt;br /&gt;我都想让你在我纵容里被爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7264109408259375923?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7264109408259375923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7264109408259375923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7264109408259375923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7264109408259375923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_7704.html' title='把你宠坏 - 杜德伟'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8424937373833629792</id><published>2008-06-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:11:41.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>把你藏起来 - 杜德伟</title><content type='html'>把手伸出来&lt;br /&gt;写上我的爱&lt;br /&gt;让你的眼泪都停下来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后就算你再怎么爱游荡&lt;br /&gt;爱象星空为你亮起来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的笑象一种魔法&lt;br /&gt;把夜变成海&lt;br /&gt;我又恨又爱守在岸边等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜色越美我越难捱&lt;br /&gt;心跳越厉害&lt;br /&gt;万一你迷路怎么回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想把你藏起来&lt;br /&gt;藏在胸前的口袋&lt;br /&gt;把你暖暖地融化&lt;br /&gt;你就再也离不开&lt;br /&gt;我要把你藏起来&lt;br /&gt;永远呵护这份爱&lt;br /&gt;从此不让别人想&lt;br /&gt;只准和我一个人相爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8424937373833629792?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8424937373833629792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8424937373833629792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8424937373833629792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8424937373833629792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_4439.html' title='把你藏起来 - 杜德伟'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8928857176327323735</id><published>2008-06-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:10:26.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>跟着我一辈子 - 杜德伟</title><content type='html'>放慢了速度才恍然顿悟&lt;br /&gt;最亮的眼珠是你的投入&lt;br /&gt;仿佛我的一举一动你都会在乎&lt;br /&gt;我快乐你满足&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原谅我疏忽了你的感触&lt;br /&gt;细心的包容着我的迷糊&lt;br /&gt;无论爱出现在何时或停在何处&lt;br /&gt;你总是一无反顾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚持做我的影子跟着我一辈子&lt;br /&gt;任时光飞逝永无休止&lt;br /&gt;象青春在你手中一文不值&lt;br /&gt;说这是你唯一爱我的方式&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚持做我的影子陪着我一辈子&lt;br /&gt;分享我所有的酸甜苦&lt;br /&gt;用时间换取你为我的幸福&lt;br /&gt;一直到真心刻骨无尽的付出&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8928857176327323735?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8928857176327323735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8928857176327323735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8928857176327323735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8928857176327323735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_232.html' title='跟着我一辈子 - 杜德伟'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-6595445894361642244</id><published>2008-06-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:08:50.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>真的想你 - 杜德伟 &amp; 顺子</title><content type='html'>才相遇就有点想你&lt;br /&gt;想看你不敢告诉你&lt;br /&gt;别以为是寂寞而巳&lt;br /&gt;我知道自己的问题&lt;br /&gt;茶不思饭不吃的道理&lt;br /&gt;你使我夜夜好忧郁&lt;br /&gt;一个需要爱的人&lt;br /&gt;一颗发了疯的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想为你谱写一首歌&lt;br /&gt;歌里面都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;请相信我是用了心&lt;br /&gt;自从你出现在梦里&lt;br /&gt;生活就变得好美丽&lt;br /&gt;把时间留给你想着你和等着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是真的真的想你真的真的想你&lt;br /&gt;好想为你淋一场雨&lt;br /&gt;证明我的心证明我的命&lt;br /&gt;永远永远属于你&lt;br /&gt;我是真的真的想你真的真的想你&lt;br /&gt;让我为你淋一场雨&lt;br /&gt;证明我的心证明我的命&lt;br /&gt;此情此爱永不渝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-6595445894361642244?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/6595445894361642244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=6595445894361642244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6595445894361642244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/6595445894361642244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_3016.html' title='真的想你 - 杜德伟 &amp; 顺子'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3197718233235769774</id><published>2008-06-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:05:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>许愿 - 古巨基 &amp; 梁咏琪</title><content type='html'>我喜欢回味 记忆的美&lt;br /&gt;让人懂得感谢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你现在让谁 听你喜悦&lt;br /&gt;陪你掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿 好久不见&lt;br /&gt;请你许个愿&lt;br /&gt;要感情不再那么容易变&lt;br /&gt;让心不被距离拉得太遥远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寄了张卡片&lt;br /&gt;地址是感觉&lt;br /&gt;收件人叫永远&lt;br /&gt;像是你有递来一杯热咖啡&lt;br /&gt;生活有了你的温柔调味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寄了张卡片&lt;br /&gt;画你的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;写祝福的留言&lt;br /&gt;请把我的名字默念一百遍&lt;br /&gt;好梦就会称你睡醒实现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我习惯感觉 记忆的美&lt;br /&gt;让温柔不变&lt;br /&gt;你现在让谁 吻你的脸&lt;br /&gt;疼你的一切&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘿 好久不见&lt;br /&gt;请你许个愿&lt;br /&gt;要感情不再那么容易变&lt;br /&gt;让心不被距离拉得太遥远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寄了张卡片&lt;br /&gt;地址是感觉&lt;br /&gt;收件人叫永远&lt;br /&gt;像是你有递来一杯热咖啡&lt;br /&gt;生活有了你的温柔调味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我寄了张卡片&lt;br /&gt;画你的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;写祝福的留言&lt;br /&gt;请把我的名字默念一百遍&lt;br /&gt;好梦就会称你睡醒实现&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3197718233235769774?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3197718233235769774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3197718233235769774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3197718233235769774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3197718233235769774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_8317.html' title='许愿 - 古巨基 &amp; 梁咏琪'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-3026419062544544131</id><published>2008-06-12T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:54:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果只得一星期 - 谢霆锋</title><content type='html'>无论地球是怎麽转&lt;br /&gt;我亦爱不完&lt;br /&gt;能来自你的甚麽东西也留恋&lt;br /&gt;面容是否冰冷双手总是暖&lt;br /&gt;无论岁月长短&lt;br /&gt;能抱住便嫌短&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果只得一星期&lt;br /&gt;宁愿哪日放开你&lt;br /&gt;以后会更回味&lt;br /&gt;哪个角度凝望你&lt;br /&gt;留住哪段晨曦&lt;br /&gt;哪一种方法喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论话题是否吸引我亦觉感人&lt;br /&gt;而名字换了甚麽称呼也动心&lt;br /&gt;嘴角是否亲吻心声一样近&lt;br /&gt;无论哪样原因&lt;br /&gt;仍会这样情深&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果只得一星期&lt;br /&gt;宁愿哪日放开你&lt;br /&gt;以后会更回味&lt;br /&gt;哪个角度凝望你&lt;br /&gt;留住哪段晨曦&lt;br /&gt;哪一种方法喜欢你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-3026419062544544131?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/3026419062544544131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=3026419062544544131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3026419062544544131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/3026419062544544131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_12.html' title='如果只得一星期 - 谢霆锋'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8172279047127068078</id><published>2008-06-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:49:13.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果没有你在身边的时候 - 郑中基</title><content type='html'>如果没有你在身边的时候......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有逛逛被遗忘了的街头&lt;br /&gt;数数口袋里剩余的温柔&lt;br /&gt;假装你仍然躺在我的胸口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你在身边的时候&lt;br /&gt;日子怎么变得好难过&lt;br /&gt;三百六十五天用不完的时间&lt;br /&gt;都没有能够让我快乐的发现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果生命只是一种等待&lt;br /&gt;为了证明爱的存在&lt;br /&gt;如果失去你是暂时的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;又为何多少年仍渴望你回来&lt;br /&gt;如果相爱是一种无奈&lt;br /&gt;就让我俩能回到这无奈&lt;br /&gt;我的感觉想你能明白&lt;br /&gt;无止境的等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你在身边的时候&lt;br /&gt;心里总会觉得好后悔&lt;br /&gt;没有好好说句动听的话&lt;br /&gt;再一次把你破碎的心挽回&lt;br /&gt;心里难过得说不出口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果生命只是一种等待&lt;br /&gt;为了证明爱的存在&lt;br /&gt;如果失去你是暂时的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;又为何多少年仍渴望你回来&lt;br /&gt;如果相爱是一种无奈&lt;br /&gt;就让我俩能回到这无奈&lt;br /&gt;我的感觉想你能明白&lt;br /&gt;无止境的等待&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8172279047127068078?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8172279047127068078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8172279047127068078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8172279047127068078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8172279047127068078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='如果没有你在身边的时候 - 郑中基'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-9065773666270359616</id><published>2007-08-03T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:07:06.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A random entry for some not-so-random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Something got me wondering lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you know for sure that you have the determination to do something good, but everyone around you, including the one who’s closest to you, doubts that you would? I mean, how many people in this world have the strength to still do good just for the sake of doing good when everyone else already has this preconception that he/she wouldn’t? And the worst part is, even the one person that you trust would have faith in you, joins the others in bashing you. Would you still hold that faith in you and say to yourself that no matter how much everyone doubts you, you’d still go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that separates us normal people from true heroes. Take Spidey for example. All he did was living up to the great power he was given: taking up a great responsibility, saving lives. Well what happened to him? He got fired from his delivery job, the love of his life thinks of him as an empty seat, the press says he’s a criminal, and most of all, his best friend thinks he’s a murderer. Even heroes have their breaking points, and Peter Parker almost reached that point. He gave up being Spiderman and tried to live a normal life. Everything went great for him, I guess, but in the end he realizes that sometimes to do what’s right, we would have to give up the things that we want the most, even our dreams. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams, I guess I wouldn’t be too far from the truth when I say that it would be most guys’ dreams to be able to have a relationship with any girl that attracts them. Seriously, which straight guy wouldn’t want that? It’s human nature, no? If you’re one of the few straight guys in this world who doesn’t think so, or thinks that when you’ve found that one person that you really want to be with and that would be enough, then welcome to the club. I believed (and I still do, but don’t know how long more) that I have the ability to be that hero who would give up his dreams to do what’s right. But let’s face it, the world is skeptical, and Spidey is fictional, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I guess confidence is the main driving force that gives me the ability to achieve things. Somehow I realized that confidence alone isn’t enough. You need motivation. Would Peter have picked up his Spidey suit once again if Aunt May hadn’t motivated him? If everyone in the city believes the press and thinks of Spidey as a criminal, would he have given up his dreams once again just to save the day? If everyone around you doubts you, would you still be determined to be that hero that you believed you would be? If you still have faith, it’s probably a good thing but everyone might still not acknowledge your deeds. Worst still, they might have prejudice against you, or your kind, and think that you’re probably doing good just for show, and that you’re still bad in nature. Wouldn’t that make you want to start doing bad things just so that you’re not being thought of as or called something you don’t deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes only one person to motivate you to do what’s right. When MJ said, “Go get’em, Tiger.” Peter was immediately transformed into an ultra crime fighting machine that dedicates his life to ridding planet earth, and subsequently other planets, of crimes. Just that one phrase of acknowledgment can give a person the power to go a long way. Just a word of support can give life to a near-dead person. Perhaps we’re all alive because we’re motivated by the knowledge that we’ll experience something new everyday, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the impact of MJ’s last dialogue in Spiderman 2 had on me, though it was meant to create an impact on Peter. I put myself in Peter’s shoes and thought that those words felt like rain in the middle of the drought. But well, I sure ain’t getting any rain lately. Perhaps getting some sleep would make me feel better about being that hero I’ve always wanted to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-9065773666270359616?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/9065773666270359616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=9065773666270359616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/9065773666270359616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/9065773666270359616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-entry-for-some-not-so-random.html' title='A random entry for some not-so-random thoughts'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-4653864905804182932</id><published>2007-07-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:01:31.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>高妹</title><content type='html'>从来身高没那么高都不会去羡慕&lt;br /&gt;为何今天令我仿佛失一点分数&lt;br /&gt;跟你合照挺胸收腹总是攀不到&lt;br /&gt;难道不断用力尝试令我双脚企高&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有六尺高我却会待你好&lt;br /&gt;我会接受你一切的改造&lt;br /&gt;你似美丽城堡的一个待嫁的女巫&lt;br /&gt;有着各样法术一再施法使我迷倒&lt;br /&gt;吃一口送我的蛋糕以后就不知道&lt;br /&gt;从此只懂去抬头望你&lt;br /&gt;似对着神圣的海报&lt;br /&gt;做你的俘虏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长期服务付出不等于你有义务&lt;br /&gt;闲来想想亦有一点不知所措&lt;br /&gt;感觉就似听到声音可是触不到&lt;br /&gt;但你一站在人群里便会把你看到&lt;br /&gt;无从投诉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有六尺高我却会待你好&lt;br /&gt;我会接受你一切的改造&lt;br /&gt;你似美丽城堡的一个待嫁的女巫&lt;br /&gt;有着各样法术一再施法使我迷倒&lt;br /&gt;吃一口送我的蛋糕以后就不知道&lt;br /&gt;从此只懂去抬头望你&lt;br /&gt;似对着神圣的海报&lt;br /&gt;做你的俘虏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随传随到&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-4653864905804182932?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/4653864905804182932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=4653864905804182932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4653864905804182932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/4653864905804182932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='高妹'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-7343041352626627227</id><published>2007-06-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:23:11.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>Alright, Transformers, a movie that most people (who had a childhood) had been anticipating, had finally come to the big screens. To tell you the truth, I was pretty excited as well. Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved robots. Automatrons, if you wish that I'd be more specific, since I'm not really interested in those machines that build your Perodua Kancil, even though those things are so happened to be termed "robots" as well. Transformers has been around for a long, long time (for how long, I don't know, because I'm lazy to do research on that). It's always been a classic, and now it's REAL! Who wouldn't be excited about it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Let's go to the reviews. Sorry, the most I can tell you about the story is that the Autobots and the Decepticons fought for some cube thing, and humans were caught in the middle. Nothing much to expect, really. In terms of story, it's pretty much the same, and you know that in order to be entertained, you gotta just let go of the storyline, and focus on the effects and fighting scenes. No, don't argue with me. If you want excellent story telling, go watch some other movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched Transformers in IMAX. The screen was kind of too big, really, and it's quite hard to catch the actions from time to time, and my eyes had to take some time to adapt to it. However, once you get used to it, it's fine. The story started pretty quickly, and the heroes of the story were almost immediately pulled into the special world from the ordinary world (don't mind me, I'm just kind of practising the use of some so-called screen-writing jargons that I learnt in class). Well, I like it this way, because it's an action-packed movie, we don't want to waste time on too much introduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, with some slight introduction of the heroes, namely Sam and Mikaela (not sure if I spelt it right), all the actions started and didn't stop till the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the robot designs, I would say that they're great, even though they do take quite a long time to fully transform, which, in the real world, it makes more sense, so I find it acceptable. The only thing that disappointed me (only at a microscopic scale, of course), is that we don't really get to see clearly how they transform, and which part of the vehicle becomes which part of the robot. Well, let's hope they would consider showing a slow-mo animation of the transformation as an extra feature in the DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are a few points here that I think are really good for the movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Megatron doesn't transform into a miniature gun that his minions could use as a weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Bumble bee is a Camaro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Optimus Prime is like, a gazillion times cooler than he was before! He wrestles, he uses a blade, and he kills! Kick ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. There are some comical scenes, which makes the movie more watchable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. The movements of the robots are really fast and flexible, which implies they are organisms, not mere machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. One of the autobots was killed brutally, and this makes the movie more realistic in the sense that good guys sometimes die as well. Also, let's face it, it's not that transformer cartoon you see some 20 years ago anymore. Face it, it's real now, and Megatron will have no hesitation in exterminating every single last one of the Autobots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think the only bad thing about this movie was the ending, where Optimus Prime actually did a short narration and "closing statement", which I think is pretty lame. Other than that, I can't say I have anymore complaint about this movie. It retains the balance between the lighter scenes and the darker parts of the story, and most of all, the CG were excellently executed. It's definitely a movie that you can watch over and over again (even Spiderman, or Batman Begins, or X-men are not fascinating enough to make you consider watching them again sometimes). You'd only disagree with me if you happen to fall into any of these two categories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. You're 35 years old and above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. You hate movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With that, I rest my case. Here are some pictures to reward you for reading: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081872640782717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZwPeuhUqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8VclFUffmL8/s400/000493880534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While humans get tattoos, Prime gets flame vinyls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873937862841010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZxa-uhUrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DfP_NGYFMsY/s400/000493880518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Megatron gets a more evil look, instead of looking like a cone-headed moron!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081875179108389570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZyjOuhUsI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYVm7UPmdcI/s400/000565528940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chicks who knows the engines of your car more than you do are HOT, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081876149770998482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZzbuuhUtI/AAAAAAAAABI/4gNOmaCB6k8/s400/000565529572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blonde, blue-eyed, and mute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081876948634915554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZ0KOuhUuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6gx7uHS8blg/s400/000493904495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Remember that Madagascar penguin that goes, "Kaboom, kaboom! KABOOM"? This is him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-7343041352626627227?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/7343041352626627227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=7343041352626627227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7343041352626627227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/7343041352626627227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/RoZwPeuhUqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8VclFUffmL8/s72-c/000493880534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-375129484216839376</id><published>2007-06-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:26:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>美丽之最</title><content type='html'>手愿意捐给你拓着头&lt;br /&gt;做你的安枕刚好足够&lt;br /&gt;望你的天真可以永久&lt;br /&gt;眼看你半世还未够&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你的眉头&lt;br /&gt;哪怕皱起始终清秀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在某天未发展&lt;br /&gt;在某间咖啡店&lt;br /&gt;尚记起坐你后面&lt;br /&gt;习惯守望半天&lt;br /&gt;望你从来都温暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想一生看下去&lt;br /&gt;还会等一天八十岁&lt;br /&gt;看你发端灰色的点缀&lt;br /&gt;未来只有乐趣&lt;br /&gt;和你去拖手看新居&lt;br /&gt;双眼开始像饮醉&lt;br /&gt;尤如观星你在这里&lt;br /&gt;我的双眼里&lt;br /&gt;寻找到宇宙之最&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心像太专心看你在忙&lt;br /&gt;望你不施脂粉多好看&lt;br /&gt;自信坦率多可爱眼光&lt;br /&gt;你碰上挫折仍硬朗&lt;br /&gt;不沮丧不彷徨&lt;br /&gt;看你斗心多么凶悍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你竟用决心&lt;br /&gt;任意放弃所有&lt;br /&gt;独个走我要殿后&lt;br /&gt;视线跟着你走&lt;br /&gt;直到你放开所有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想一生看下去&lt;br /&gt;还会等一天八十岁&lt;br /&gt;看你发端灰色的点缀&lt;br /&gt;未来只有乐趣&lt;br /&gt;天真追我所追&lt;br /&gt;只怕始终未登对&lt;br /&gt;仍然想讲我第一句&lt;br /&gt;我的双眼里&lt;br /&gt;寻找到美丽之最&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说过爱你要接受意外&lt;br /&gt;总要挑战障碍比赛&lt;br /&gt;最怕看见你抱着决心离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说过要与你赤道看海&lt;br /&gt;更说永远爱你未变改&lt;br /&gt;等着你目光未会离开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等你回我身边继续回味&lt;br /&gt;眼里每种温馨好滋味&lt;br /&gt;未来只看着你&lt;br /&gt;微笑中班点会皱起&lt;br /&gt;得我始终望穿你&lt;br /&gt;仍然想讲最后一句&lt;br /&gt;我的双眼里&lt;br /&gt;寻找到美丽之最&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-375129484216839376?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/375129484216839376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=375129484216839376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/375129484216839376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/375129484216839376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='美丽之最'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-2027607522072852286</id><published>2007-04-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:30:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party's Over Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will no longer tolerate the following female behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By: Mike Zimmerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You say to us, "You're not romantic anymore." Fine, we'll try harder. But only if you agree to initiate once in a while, too. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then there's "You never listen." This is not an inherently male trait. I mean, how many times does a guy have to explain the infield-fly rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No, you don't look fat. Did we mention how you never listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you ask our opinion, please don't get mad when we give it. The color of the curtains shouldn't be a referendum on our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's just a spider, for Pete's sake. Step on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We worked a 60-hour week, took out the garbage, did the dishes, paid the bills, walked the dog, changed the oil, picked up the dry cleaning, read to the kids, and gave you equal time. All we're asking for is 3 hours on the couch on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No more deflecting responsibility for crummy behavior with cute and kittenish responses. You can't giggle your way out of trouble anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know damn well what we're doing in there. Stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Forget the notion that raising kids is harder than maintaining gainful employment. More important? Yes. But harder? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you continue to dump on our best friend, we will probe the (many) character tics of all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you want to have kids, you have to have sex. This is not a com-plaint. This is science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Somewhere, somehow, women were sold this idea of "fashionably late." Men don't get this. Make up a fashion emergency if you must, but don't ask us to be intentionally tardy. It's like asking us to kick the host in the groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Yes, that woman is hot. Yes, we appreciate beauty. That's why we're with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. We do listen. And empathize. But when your troubles have been analyzed until there's nothing left to talk about, can we please stop talking about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If we fell in love with you when you had long hair, we're going to want you to keep your long hair until death do us part. We'll beg, but would prefer not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. As for commitment ultimatums, just address numbers 1 through 15 on this list, then we'll talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-2027607522072852286?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/2027607522072852286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=2027607522072852286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2027607522072852286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/2027607522072852286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/04/partys-over-ladies.html' title='Party&apos;s Over Ladies'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-8629855770884725803</id><published>2007-04-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:13:25.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30,000?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/Ribr7dS9MuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YGwz83gBrRg/s1600-h/khoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054987038478906082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/Ribr7dS9MuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YGwz83gBrRg/s320/khoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-8629855770884725803?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/8629855770884725803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=8629855770884725803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8629855770884725803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/8629855770884725803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/04/30000_18.html' title='30,000?'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Von866pwYiQ/Ribr7dS9MuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YGwz83gBrRg/s72-c/khoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-1722464356940992509</id><published>2007-04-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:19:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total blurness</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be sleeping now but I feel bad for Agito 'cause he's still colouring the storyboard. Should I sleep or should I just stay awake so that he know that we're not abandoning him and leave all the work for him to do? I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be one of the most fucked up days in my life. I woke up late this morning and Vincent had already left. Alan's still there, so to not make him wait any longer, I didn't shower as I usually do in the morning these days. Thank God I wasn't sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for class, again. Natalya was being boring and sarcastic as usual, though I think she's trying her best. Many people dislike her, but I'm just neutral towards her. She's not a bad lecturer, and she knows her stuff. That's quite adequate, actually. However, I could hardly open my eyes, partly because of Natalya's boring ranting, and partly because of E-theatre's ridiculously cold temperature. It's so cold that it probably works better than cryogenics. If you've got a terminal illness and want to freeze yourself hoping that one day humans would unfreeze you to treat your illness when they've finally managed to find a cure, the E-theatre maybe the cheapest way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the lecture she gave us a 10-minute break and we went to hang out in FCM Cafe as usual. I didn't eat anything because frankly, the food there sucks big time. Besides, what kind of food can you enjoy in 10 minutes? Well the rest of the class was boring also, but well, I managed to sleep through most of it so I've got no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Digital Animation. We were asked to do the tutorials, and I did it. However I was stopped my Tariq because he wanted to demonstrate something to us. To be completely honest, I slept through that as well. It's not that I didn't want to listen. If I could, I would. Cross my heart and hope to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was probably the only good moment of the day. I was hoping to eat some decent Chinese food at the bus station but Kenny, Gary and Agito wanted to pay their fees so Vincent decided to eat in one of the HBs. Seriously, the vendors in the HBs can't cook for shit. The nasi lemak or nasi beriani in HB2 were probably the only proper food you can get from the HBs. Everything went OK, though, and I guess I had a rather nice chat with Vincent about the accident. Yes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was time for Media Production Process. We're having a quiz today so I thought that it would be great because all we need to do is to finish the quiz ASAP and go home. Creative Studies class was miraculously cancelled. However I got a shock of my life when Ghaz mentioned that the quiz would take place after Woo Ming Jin's lecture. Lecture!? Are you out of your mind? Fine. It wasn't much of a lecture anyways. He just played 2 documentary films on the screen and I, as you probably would have guessed correctly, slept through it, once again. The quiz was quite difficult for me but I still hope I get good grades for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the quiz, there's nothing else. Time to go home and sleep. BAAAAAAAAAA! Wrong!!! Right after I reached home and was settling down, I recieved a call from Ling Yee. She said she's got a car (which actually belongs to her friend) and she needed me to drive her to Putrajaya because her driving license was expired. Well, maybe it'll just take a short while, so I decided to help her. All she wanted was to go to Putrajaya to do a research on motorvehicle insurance. I waited at Cyberia's roundabout, wondering what kind of car I would be driving her to Putrajaya in. While I was waiting several cars passed by, including a Gen 2 (which I had no interest at all in driving), a Satria Neo (which I would like to try), and a Mini (which made me beg the heavens above for it to be the car I'll be driving). I wish I could tell you God was so pleased with me that He granted me my wish. I wish I could tell you that. But reality is no fairy tale. I drove off with Ling Yee in a blue Wira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the MNI insurance company in Precinct 8 of Putrajaya and she asked for my help to interview one of the agents there, which I unwillingly did, because I'm a nice guy. After that we went back to Cyberjaya but Ling Yee was hungry. So I drove to Ming Chu where I had prawn mee. I wanted to get my regular dose of loh mee but that guy who sells it was having his dinner, and being the nice guy that I am, I decided to not bother him. The prawn mee was OK, but not really satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at around 6.45pm, which was the time I decided to take a nap. Rong and her housemates were going to go out at around 7.30pm so I thought I could rest for a bit. I was just about to start dreaming when Ling Yee called again and asked if I could help her reverse the car because she didn't know how to do it. Sounds fishy but I went to her aid once again because I'm just a darn nice guy. She asked me to drive her to the roundabout where she'll take over the wheels and drive to campus herself. However she showed signs of not knowing what the oil pedal is for, and how to release and handbrake, so I decided that I should just send her to campus, and walk back home after that because she had to leave the car in campus so that her friend could drive home later. What choice do I have but to depend on my legs to carry my big fat ass home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back and found out that Rong and her housemates will go out at 8pm. That gives me a window of about 10 minutes to shower. 15 minutes later, I was driving towards Ming Chu... again... We were going to Jusco, actually. We had dinner at Sushi King, wherein I discovered that my chopstick holding skill was totally crap. Even Aishah could hold it better than me, and I feel truly ashamed of myself. I had chawanmushi (sorry, don't really know the spelling, and don't give a fuck anyways), and some Unagi while making a joke of myself. Rong and Co. bought a cake for Rusdi, whose birthday is today, while I bought a bottle of Sunsilk shampoo. Rong said it would cause hair loss. I don't know how true that piece of information is, but as usual, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home feeling really tired, and just when I thought I could just have a rest and start doing the storyboard, Heidi called, and said she and Jacintha would come in a short while, for the meeting for the Creative Studies (which Khoo calls "CS" and reminds me of Counter Strike), Creative Communication (which he calls "CC" and reminds me of Cyber Cafe) and Internet Application (which he calls "IA" and reminds me of Intelligent A... er... Bah! forget it) assignments. They were kind enough to let me do the storyboard while they make a mind map for Creative Studies. I finished up my part and let Alan do the rest. Agito would be the one to colour it, we all agreed. Kong came back for a short while and before you know it, he's already having a meeting with Zhou Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I rearranged the mind maps that we did and created a presentable copy for tomorrow's possible presentation. Meanwhile, Khoo, Heidi and Jacintha did the creative communication's advertisement thing. I'm glad that the 4 of us work quite well together. Around that time Agito came back, so I asked him to find a way to scan the storyboard into his PC and start colouring, which he refused to do. Kong did it for him, though, so I feel that I should give credit to Kong here. So Agito has been colouring the storyboard till now (I'm not sure if he's still awake but right before I started writing this post he was still awake and doing the job we assigned to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems right today, even though it's not entirely bad, I wouldn't say it went well at all. And I'm feeling so freaking sleepy right now (oh my, it's 5.13am already!) I'd probably think of skipping tomorrow's class. Right now I'm going to go check on Agito and see if he's OK, but after that I'll just sleep and whether or not he finishes the storyboard, it's out of my hands now. What the hell is wrong with me today anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: In case you haven't noticed the question I put in my YM status, read this carefully and if possible, give me your answer, I'm interested to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If someone you love has a terminal illness that you might be able to cure with enough time spent on research, would you spend time looking for the cure or would you rather spent time with your dying loved one? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-1722464356940992509?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/1722464356940992509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=1722464356940992509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1722464356940992509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/1722464356940992509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/04/total-blurness.html' title='Total blurness'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-5614926703065718464</id><published>2007-04-15T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:24:43.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>In a secret place that only I know&lt;br /&gt;lies a book connected to my soul&lt;br /&gt;It was once opened by a special girl&lt;br /&gt;who wrote with endless twists and twirls&lt;br /&gt;There was great beauty inside her stories&lt;br /&gt;along with countless unsolved mysteries&lt;br /&gt;I journeyed deep into the book of my soul&lt;br /&gt;but found nothing onto which I could hold&lt;br /&gt;So I closed this book along with her stories&lt;br /&gt;in the depths of my heart I kept it buried&lt;br /&gt;It was not to be found for I'm tired of this game&lt;br /&gt;trading time and emotions for nothing but pain&lt;br /&gt;But then you came and found a path&lt;br /&gt;into the ruins of this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;So effortlessly you uncovered the forgotten book&lt;br /&gt;with your charms that I have never understood&lt;br /&gt;As if with magic you turned the pages of my past&lt;br /&gt;into beautiful memories that will forever last&lt;br /&gt;And with the ink of love you wrote the first line&lt;br /&gt;and so it begins a new chapter of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Rong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-5614926703065718464?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/5614926703065718464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=5614926703065718464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5614926703065718464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/5614926703065718464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117654191606210986</id><published>2007-04-14T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:15:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The accident</title><content type='html'>Life's full of ups and downs, let's face it. The story that I want to tell right now is not a pleasant one, but I guess it's a good lesson for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in KL, shooting our documentary about a day in the life of a tattoo and piercing artist, and the artist that I'm talking about is Frankie, the boss of Zoo Body Art in Sungei Wang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day because the major tattoo process took around 4 or 5 hours, and by the time we're done shooting, it's around midnight already. So Elyn drove her boyfriend's car to fetch us back to Cyberjaya. However, when we were just about to leave, Mr. Hamid, the guy who rented videocams and lightings to us, asked us to return the equipments to him at The Mall (the location of which none of us knew for sure). Great, so we asked Frankie for the direction and headed that way right after we're done with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I could remember is that Frankie told us that we should turn right at Maju Junction. So we were driving along, looking for Maju Junction and unfortunately we missed that junction. In order to go back to that junction Elyn made a (legal) U-turn and headed back. This time we're in an opposite direction so instead of turning right, we should turn left. Makes sense? Right. However as we approached the junction and tried to turn left, we realised that we couldn't, because that was a one way street, so we wanted to turn right instead. So Elyn hit the right indicator and made a right turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next happened so quickly I don't even know how it happened before piecing together all the evidence and come up with a logical explanation for it. So basically I heard a scream (from Heidi, I think), and suddenly a motorcycle hit us and flew off to the front, and our car was halted, then immediately after that there was a greater impact that came from the back which sent our car in a 180 degree turn along the Y-axis (the vertical one) and a displacement of a few metres along the X-axis (the horizontal one, like, duh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I regained "consciousness" after the sudden shock I went out of the car to check if the motorcyclist was OK. He could still walk, but with a limp. Some scratches and abrasions on the skin, and nothing else, I think. No broken bones whatsoever, I presume. He certainly didn't look happy, and he didn't look strong enough to be of any physical threat to us, so I wasn't too worried about him. However, the taxi drivers came and wanted to find trouble. They kept pointing their fingers at us, taking photos of our car and number plate, and calling us names like "penipu" (liar) and "sombong" (arrogant) and "bodoh" (stupid). So Elyn had an argument with those furious taxi drivers (yes, several of them, even though there was just one of them involved in the accident).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passersby weren't much of a help either, because all they manage to do is provoke the taxi drivers and make the situation a whole lot worse. I'm not being racist here, but let's face it (if you're a foreigner you might want to take notice of this; and if you're a Malaysian and had never met with this kind of situation before, read carefully). In Malaysia, when an accident happens between people of the same race, things get settled quickly and relatively more peacefully. Either someone pays up, or they call the police. However when it happens between people of different races, chances are that there might be a fight, and usually passersby would join in to create more trouble. Once again, this is not a racist statement, this is a fact. I've seen this happen several times now. It's worse when it happens in rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Elyn was busy arguing with those taxi drivers, I called the police and made a report. After that, I called Frankie, who was near the area, just so that we're not totally isolated. The situation was that the 5 of us were the only Chinese around, and to tell you the truth, I was really, really afraid. Also, I called Mr. Hamid to come to Maju Junction to get his equipment back, with the hope that he could speak for us a little, so as to lower the tension a bit (which he did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 2 to 3 minutes later, Frankie arrived and asked if we're OK. The police arrived slightly after that (or was it the other way round, I couldn't really remember). Seeing that the police had arrived, Frankie decided to leave, which I think is the right thing to do, because we had trouble him enough for the documentary, and he didn't have to get involved in this. The police checked the scene and took down some identifications, but the taxi drivers kept asking Elyn for her IC, and kept saying, "Ini undang-undang (this is the law)!" So, feeling that they're bullying her, I went up and said (and I stress that I said it in a very polite way), "The police had arrived, and they've taken her identifications and all, so just let them settle this, ok?" Know what? That guy stared at me with this I'm-not-talking-to-you-so-why-don't-you-shut-the-fuck-up-or-I'll-beat-the-crap-out-of-you look and yelled at me, "What are you saying, huh? What do you know? This is the law!" Of course, we conversed in Malay, while Elyn was the only one who spoke English for reasons unknown to me. Her actions (speaking in English), of course, met with most unpleasant reactions. He said to her, "[lorem ipsum dolor sit amet]... Cakap Bahasa Melayu lah! Kenapa cakap Bahasa Orang Putih? Sombong!" The "lorem ipsum" part was something he said before that, which I couldn't remember, and had no wish to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few minutes later, Mr. Hamid arrived. He asked us to quickly get his equipments and load them into his van, and I thought that he's trying to escape as soon as we're done loading. However I was wrong. He actually came and tried to understand the situation, and tried to get us out of trouble. He even get scolded by those taxi drivers for helping us, and among those unpleasant words I heard him being scolded with was "malu" (shame). I felt bad for him, but at the same time, really grateful. There was another (Malay) guy who advised us to leave the scene as soon as possible, and I would really like to thank him for being the few who were actually trying to solve the matter instead of creating more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after taking some statements one of the police officers came to me and said, "You better go to the police station now. I'm just patrolling this area and I came by just to see to it that the situation is under control, but if people get into fights or anything I'll arrest all that's involved. Since I've checked everything and nobody's making any trouble, I'll leave it to the traffic department and go on duty soon, so if you still want to stay here and later if anything happens, it's out of our hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how helpful is that? So I went to the other police officer and asked if he could help escort us to the nearest police station, which they agreed to and did. So all that followed were simply procedures. Filing reports and all. The taxi driver never showed up to report the accident that night. I don't know whether or not he did it the next day, and I don't care. I'm just glad it was over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a piece of advice for you all out there. If you meet with a minor accident and either one of you were willing to pay up, just take the money and leave. If it's not, call the police and let the police handle it. If you feel that it's not your fault and you've got people on your side, please for the love of God don't be an asshole and try to bully the other party or take matters into your own hands! By doing so you're not solving the matter at all, you're just making it a whole lot worse! If you feel that you're not guilty but you're outnumbered by those who think otherwise, call the police, don't argue or quarrel with them, or you might get yourself into trouble. And if you're just a pedestrian or passerby, you can either help the injured, or help to prevent a fight, or just stand there and watch. If what you decide to do wasn't one of these 3 options, please FUCK OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117654191606210986?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117654191606210986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117654191606210986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117654191606210986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117654191606210986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/04/accident.html' title='The accident'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117458334877091606</id><published>2007-03-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:04:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>I must be crazy now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I dream too much&lt;br /&gt;But when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Words that are old as time&lt;br /&gt;Words only you would hear&lt;br /&gt;If only you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Should've made my move when you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause by now I wish that you'd feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I finally find the courage deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Just to walk right up to your door&lt;br /&gt;But my body can't move when I finally get to it&lt;br /&gt;Just like a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then without a word I'll hand you this letter&lt;br /&gt;Read my hope this finds the way into your heart, it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I, I need a little love yeah&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I, I need a little care&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I, maybe you, maybe you, maybe you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you need somebody just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;If you do, just reach out and I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, please say&lt;br /&gt;You love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;These three words&lt;br /&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please please&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;My baby&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, forever&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I will be your light&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Shining through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117458334877091606?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117458334877091606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117458334877091606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117458334877091606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117458334877091606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117445488240341572</id><published>2007-03-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:28:02.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>Everytime I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;is another day that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;with you in my life&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just glad&lt;br /&gt;to have lived this life the way I had&lt;br /&gt;because it led me to you&lt;br /&gt;and all the beauty that follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I breathe&lt;br /&gt;is another breath of new life&lt;br /&gt;because you're here&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just glad&lt;br /&gt;to have loved you the way I still do&lt;br /&gt;because without you&lt;br /&gt;everything in my life becomes hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I pray&lt;br /&gt;is another gratitude from me&lt;br /&gt;for having met you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just glad&lt;br /&gt;to have taken a bold step to know you&lt;br /&gt;because away from you&lt;br /&gt;my heart will be filled only with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I dream&lt;br /&gt;is another dream about you&lt;br /&gt;and everything we shared&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just glad&lt;br /&gt;to have spent time being with you&lt;br /&gt;because... I love you&lt;br /&gt;and this feeling I have for you&lt;br /&gt;will never cease to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117445488240341572?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117445488240341572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117445488240341572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117445488240341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117445488240341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/03/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117361414552310313</id><published>2007-03-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:18:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale vs 300</title><content type='html'>So what the hell does 300 have to do with Casino Royale, and vice versa? The answer is nothing. I just happen to watch both movies in the same day, that's all, and liked both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Casino Royale. As we all know, it's the 21st James Bond movie if you don't count Never Say Never Again, which isn't an official James Bond movie, and let's just leave the production politics out of this. The first thing you have to know about Bond movies is that they are guy movies. How so? Well, as you probably would've noticed if you're smart enough, James Bond is the kind of character that they always use these words to describe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women want him, and men want to be him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's a hero that couldn't save the world more than he already has. He's charming, handsome, sleek, smooth, smart, athletic, and in some occasions, vengeful. However, I regret to report that the new (5th) actor they had chosen to play the role of James Bond, Daniel Craig, fits none of the above descriptions. Then again, this is no ordinary Bond movie either. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale is the first of Ian Fleming's Bond novels, and the story revolves around a much younger, more reckless, more arrogant and more hot-headed James Bond. Being newly promoted to the Double-O status, young Bond did things the shoot-first-ask-questions-later method, causing endless problems for his superiors as well as himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a movie, I can see nothing wrong about it. The story, typical of regular Bond movies, is about Bond trying to save the world, and in this case, it involves a game of Hold'em Poker, which makes it a rather interesting story, unlike other bond movies that revolves around diamonds, nukes and other stuffs related to terrorism. I guess the only problem with this movie is still Daniel Craig himself. Here's a photograph of Craig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1679/894/1600/66934/craig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1679/894/320/290685/craig.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well as you can see here, while he's not horrifyingly ugly, he's not exactly Bond material now, is he? Of course, his eyes are beautifully blue, and his hair gorgeously blonde, but that does not make him the best looking Bond, does it? His head is rather round, his eyes "beagled", his nose is... well, fairly rounded, and that smirk on his face... He's more of a Le Chiffre (the main villain in Casino Royale, in case you're wondering) than James Bond, wouldn't you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides that, what do we usually look for in Bond movies? Right, Bond girls. In this movie I'd say both Eva Green and Caterina Murino are beautiful, but I don't know why Eva Green keeps reminding me of 毛舜筠 (Mo Shun Gwan), a Honkie actress. Here are photos of both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/6839/evagreen16fm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="371" alt="" src="http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/6839/evagreen16fm.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chowsingchi.com/movie/lotd/actor/MoShunGwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="189" alt="" src="http://www.chowsingchi.com/movie/lotd/actor/MoShunGwan.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, see the resemblence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, one of the most important elements in Bond movies is the Bond mobile. Throughout the history of James Bond movies, Bond mobiles has always been British sports cars, including Aston Martins and Lotuses (or is it "Loti"?), and in several occasions, the Bimmers (Z8 and M5, if I remember correctly). In this movie, it's the Aston Martin DBS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sybarites.org/wp-content/112007astonmartindbsjamesbond007casinoroyale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 458px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="189" alt="" src="http://sybarites.org/wp-content/112007astonmartindbsjamesbond007casinoroyale.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now ain't she a beauty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too bad, Bond crashed it, setting a Guinness World Record for most cannon rolls in a car by completing 7 turns. And the most saddening part of the story? They crashed not 1, but 3 DBSes just to achieve that crash! Man, that ain't no way to treat an Aston, yo! Why couldn't they just use CG or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a terrible shame that the Aston only appeared like... 2 times before it crashed. When James Bond's love interest Vesper Lynd was kidnapped, he jumped into the Aston and sped off along the curvy country roads, and just when we were anticipating an exciting car chase, Bond crashed the car to avoid running over Vesper Lynd who was left tied up in the middle of the road. Even though it's a shame the Aston had to die, the crash was very well excuted and very believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, I'd give a rating of 7 to Casino Royale. Out of 10, of course. Despite Daniel Craig, I'd say this is a proper James Bond movie. The motion graphics of the intro is very nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, finally we're done with Casino Royale, let's move on, then, to 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so basically, 300 is a movie based on Frank Miller's graphic novel, 300. The story is about King Leonidas of Sparta who sparked a conflict between Sparta and Persia because he refused to surrender his country to the Persian King Xerxes who has an army massive and strong enough to conquer half the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paloaltoonline.com/photos/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="189" alt="" src="http://www.paloaltoonline.com/photos/300.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;King Xerxes. You can see from his elaborate makeups and piercings that he means business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, on seeking the blessing of the high priests, the Oracle (sort of like an impersonation of the Gods) prophecized the fall of Sparta, and because it was Sparta's law that the King must follow the words of the Oracle, the King was forbidden to wage war against the Persians. However, being determined to protect his land against invasion, Leonidas brought along 300 of the finest Spartans as his personal bodyguards for a "stroll" to the Hot Gates, the northern part of Sparta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.publicradio.org/content/2007/03/08/20070308_leonidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="189" alt="" src="http://images.publicradio.org/content/2007/03/08/20070308_leonidas.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ulrik.bloguje.cz/300_Oracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="189" alt="" src="http://ulrik.bloguje.cz/300_Oracle.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gerard Butler as King Leonidas and the sexy Oracle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypetjawa.mu.nu/archives/300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="189" alt="" src="http://mypetjawa.mu.nu/archives/300.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how you create the falling dominoes effect by the cliffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, Leonidas chose to place his 300 at a bottle neck at the entrance to Sparta where the massive number of Persian army would be rendered useless because of the hiatus in the path. There, they fought boldly and intelligently, successfully killing thousands and thousands of Persians until Ephialtes, a deformed but spared Spartan betrayed Leonidas by leading the Persians to a small goat path that enabled them to surround the Spartan elites, leading to the death of Leonidas and his 300 finest soldiers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Overall, what I can tell you about this movie is that it is very beautiful. The story is rather simple. However, the screenplay and CG effects were extremely fascinating. I especially liked the part with the charging rhino, even though it had yet to show us its powers before it died at the feet of one of the Spartans. Everything was made to look almost the same as Frank Miller's graphic novel, and it was a success. Not only had they created magnificent backgrounds by replacing the blue screens, they had also taken care of all those minute details, including the lightings and all. It's an excellent movie. 8 out of 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117361414552310313?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117361414552310313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117361414552310313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117361414552310313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117361414552310313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/03/casino-royale-vs-300_11.html' title='Casino Royale vs 300'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117316658798457819</id><published>2007-03-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:15:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>逃避你</title><content type='html'>世界最遥远的一种相距中&lt;br /&gt;明明迷恋然而又不知怎向你形容&lt;br /&gt;呆想只会越盼越冻&lt;br /&gt;我怎么可得到你认同&lt;br /&gt;我不清楚不太懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界最遥远的一种相距中&lt;br /&gt;明明情深然而亦不敢亲切地抱拥&lt;br /&gt;呆等感觉被我断送&lt;br /&gt;纵使看不清所爱面容&lt;br /&gt;仍未敢伸出我手触碰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;却又期待我可跟你做情人&lt;br /&gt;而用情的心可天昏地暗&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;爱是遥又远得很&lt;br /&gt;而我始终不敢靠近&lt;br /&gt;还是不相信能和你合衬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界最遥远的一种相距中&lt;br /&gt;明明留恋然而让辗转的挂念扑空&lt;br /&gt;回忆心里越载越重&lt;br /&gt;却不珍惜这一次重逢&lt;br /&gt;我的思想像完全失控&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;却又期待我可跟你做情人&lt;br /&gt;而用情的心可天昏地暗&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;爱是遥又远得很&lt;br /&gt;而我始终不敢靠近&lt;br /&gt;还是不相信能和你合衬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如共你从没开始不会有终结&lt;br /&gt;谁人在意情在我心的深处不可以停止&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;却又期待我可跟你做情人&lt;br /&gt;而用情的心可天昏地暗&lt;br /&gt;逃避你&lt;br /&gt;爱是遥又远得很&lt;br /&gt;而我始终不敢靠近&lt;br /&gt;还是不相信能和你合衬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="baseline" src="http://song.52enjoy.net/data1000/02/69/026993.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" autoplay="false" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117316658798457819?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117316658798457819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117316658798457819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117316658798457819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117316658798457819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='逃避你'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117226172506664778</id><published>2007-02-23T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:15:25.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>A week ago I was so eager to go home for Chinese New Year, and now I'm back in Cyberjaya, exhausted and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel that Chinese New Year has become so different that sometimes I almost wish that I don't have to celebrate it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 10 to 15 years ago Chinese New Year was a highly anticipated festival, and those CNY songs would fill our ears everywhere we go, one to two months prior to CNY. Back then we used to enjoy listening to those songs, because it signifies the coming of a lot of joy and fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when grandma was still around, on new year's eve, my family would clean up our shop and rearrange the display racks and shelves in the shop in order to fit 2 to 3 tables in the shop, where the whole family would sit down together and dine, and also celebrate grandma's birthday. Mom and the other aunts would cook and bring the food to the shop for everyone to eat. Back then children used to run around and laugh and shout. We play with firecrackers, too, if available. After dinner, all the adults would start to distribute their angpows to children and unmarried youths. Things were much simpler back then, and love was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mom's from Nilai, my family usually goes to Nilai on the first day of CNY. Back then dad usually drives down to KL where we'd stop by my aunt's house for a visit and lunch, after which we leave for Nilai, my grandma's house. There we were greeted by my uncle, aunt and grandma. Of course exchange of angpows also occur, and we as children were always the happiest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, on the next day, everyone in mom's family would come to gather at grandma's house, bringing lots and lots of gifts to exchange with one another. Home cooked food would also be prepared and we'd dine together in peace and harmony. Everyone's happy, especially the adults who would start gambling right after their meals. Since they only do it once a year, no one would ever object to their gambling, save for a few exceptions who either had no heart or no brains. So things would go this way for one whole week, and we'd go out to do some shopping together, or visit one another's house. Trust me, back then there was so much happiness and love around that you could almost taste it in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, Chinese New Year has become cold and quiet. CNY songs are no longer as nice as they were all those years ago. I especially hate those CNY songs that are actually popular hit songs like Numa Numa and Las Ketchup with their lyrics changed to Chinese. Even those old fashioned CNY songs were seldom heard on the streets and in malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year's eve, we'd dine at a Thai food restaurant somewhere in the middle of a jungle. Family members sit in cliques of their own, and some don't even show up. Young boys would now be holding their gameboys and PSPs and whatnots, busy trying to kill aliens and monsters, whereas young girls would be busy typing smses to their friends or boyfriends. When dishes are served, everyone would compete against one another to fetch small portions of each dish for one another's kids - as if to show generosity - completely forgetting their own. Some would even talk bad about other relatives who are sitting just a few metres away. What used to be happy chit-chats have now become sharp-edged weapons of criticism and sarcasm that pierce right through the listeners' hearts. After dinner everyone would gather for such a short while that it felt almost as if everyone's gathering just to follow the standard procedure of giving angpows. The adults would start to distribute their angpows till they've finished distributing to everyone on their lists, and then they'd run, dragging their children along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Chinese New Year, my family and I took the morning flight to KL where we were fetched by mom's younger sister's family. Then, because mom's brother and most of mom's sisters are now filthy rich, they take turns to treat the rest of the family in restaurants with food enough to feed the population of poor Africans for a year. After meals they would start gambling and some youngsters are also starting to gamble with the adults. While doing so they would criticize everything under the sun, especially the food that they've just eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Keong's food very bad la this year, I think he knows that also..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin Heng's food much better than the one we ate yesterday lo, hor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The crab meat in the sharkfin soup was bad, and how dare they make up such a weak excuse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This year's Lala isn't as big as last year's lo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for those who gamble, their lives were full of excitement for the whole CNY. But what about those who don't gamble?  My aunt just threw them into her "entertainment room", turned on Astro and leave them to rot. She had even so generously permitted us to get cold drinks from her big-ass fridge, but failed to mention to us that there were only 2 cans of beer in that giant fridge. Some would watch TV, others would gamble, and a minority of people would sit down in some quiet and drak corner, criticizing almost everyone they could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth I'm sick of all this hippocracy, and I really don't enjoy this Chinese New Year. So I managed to make my way back to Cyberjaya, only to find out that in order to make it back to KB in time for the reunion dinner, I've skipped some classes wherein marks were given to some stupid in-class activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year? Think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117226172506664778?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117226172506664778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117226172506664778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117226172506664778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117226172506664778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117225653787920077</id><published>2007-02-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:48:57.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do (cherish you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;All I am, all I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everything in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All that I'll ever need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shining at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you smile I can feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All my passion unfolding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your hand brushes mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And a thousand sensations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Seduce me 'cause I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I do cherish you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;For the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You don't have to think twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I will love you still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;From the depths of my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's beyond my control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In my world, before you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I lived outside my emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Didn't know where I was going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Til that day I found you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;How you opened my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To a new paradise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In a world torn by change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Still with all of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Til my dying day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always remember your lovely voice when you sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117225653787920077?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117225653787920077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117225653787920077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117225653787920077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117225653787920077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-do-cherish-you.html' title='I do (cherish you)'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117146511827076259</id><published>2007-02-14T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:58:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>14 of February, probably the most awaited date for lots of people, especially those who are studying in colleges and universities, has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from the scene, at 12.00am today, there were tons of activity going on all around Cyberia, people with flowers walking towards their destinations, some to deliver to their loved ones, some were just in the delivery business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, have a lot to say to the one(s) I love. I love you, mom and dad, I love you, sis, and I love you, friends. And most of all, to the girl who makes my heart skip a beat everytime I look at her, you'll always remain special to me no matter what happens, and all I ask of you is that you'd remember me always. Here are two songs dedicated to you on this very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine - Martina Mcbride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no words&lt;br /&gt;No way to speak&lt;br /&gt;I would still hear you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no tears&lt;br /&gt;No way to feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;All you give to me&lt;br /&gt;You've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And showed me how to love unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams I couldn't love you more&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time...&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I need is you, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完美 - 杜德伟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有多久没被人追&lt;br /&gt;冻结的心才化成水&lt;br /&gt;爱不管是与非&lt;br /&gt;你为何那么的完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为何要闯进我世界&lt;br /&gt;偏偏你好得无怨言&lt;br /&gt;抱你想掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;每一滴都那么珍贵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你给我的爱绝对&lt;br /&gt;整夜的高兴不想睡&lt;br /&gt;你让我心在空中飞&lt;br /&gt;飞多久我都不想坠&lt;br /&gt;让我爱你不收回&lt;br /&gt;让我没有你会心碎&lt;br /&gt;让这些越爱爱更美&lt;br /&gt;美的有爱情的香味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;The perfect one&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life just for you&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;The perfect one&lt;br /&gt;No other can compare&lt;br /&gt;I pray you're always there&lt;br /&gt;My perfect one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁能体会这种感觉&lt;br /&gt;整个屋子都是玫瑰香味&lt;br /&gt;一朵一朵盛开整个房间&lt;br /&gt;让我爱你又沉又醉&lt;br /&gt;让一切都应该那么完美&lt;br /&gt;让谁都想知道我心正在想著谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有多久没被人追&lt;br /&gt;冻结的心才化成水&lt;br /&gt;My perfect one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's day, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117146511827076259?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117146511827076259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117146511827076259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117146511827076259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117146511827076259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117085320220110564</id><published>2007-02-07T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:00:02.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jit Dor 折堕</title><content type='html'>折堕, or "Jit Dor" (Cantonese) means being reduced to a lower-than-ever state of life, due to one's own doing or external factors. So under what kind of circumstances can one be termed "Jit Dor"? Here's an example, which is a real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 7th 2007, townhouse number D-33-A has survived the 2nd day of having their water supply cut off because of delayed payments. The one in charge of paying the bills, me, hadn't the time to do it on the 6th so I did it on the 7th, which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was RM228, the bills for October and November, and the water reconnection fee was RM50. I felt my wallet bleed. The lady in the office was rather friendly, and she asked her colleague to make a phone call so that our water supply would be reconnected in some 20 minutes time. However it didn't happen. I was at home till 1.45pm when I had to go to campus for the continuation of our design process class. Still no water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class it was pool time, and while we were happily playing, Edwardlina called, saying that there's still no water. Great. I told him to go ask the people at the office, but it was already 5 something, which means the office was already closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I went and inspected the water pipes. Nothing had changed, it still leaked if I turn on the water supply, so no point doing that. I tried to tighten the connecting nut but it didn't help at all. So I was all sweaty and hot and couldn't shower because there was no water. So were my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence, we came out with an idea. We'd go to Block C, swim there, then take a shower in their changing rooms after that. Sounded like a nice plan, except there were no working shower in Block C's changing rooms. Frustrated, we went to Block B swimming pool and searched for the changing room, which was sort of underground. And voila, working showers! Khoo, Vincent, Gary and Agito immediately rushed into the showers, while Edward and I decided to swim for a bit before doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this was not the end of the story, because the moment I started swimming, I noticed something very wrong with the water in the pool. I didn't wear goggles and my eyes hurt like hell. I'm a rather experienced swimmer so I could swim without my goggles with normal swimming pool chlorine levels, but in this case I could hardly open my eyes. And the water tasted weird! Yucks! We swam for a while and decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our showers and headed home, feeling very "Jit Dor". I do feel bad for not paying the water bills earlier, but it's not entirely my fault, really. Let's keep our fingers crossed that tomorrow would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117085320220110564?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117085320220110564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117085320220110564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117085320220110564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117085320220110564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/jit-dor.html' title='Jit Dor 折堕'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117078873584692713</id><published>2007-02-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:05:35.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You selfish people</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for some time now, and I've had it with your attitudes, people! I mean... do you have any idea how much time I spend on blogging and none of you people ever give any proper comments on my posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do you people even know what it means to blog? Blogging is my life, I tell you, I love blogging and I most certainly enjoy writing cruel things about people and things that are happening around me but the essence, the most crucial part of blogging, to me, is the attention I get from people, people quite like yourself, and you know what? I have posted so darn many posts on this blog and guess what happens... Every hour of every day I go to my own blog to see if there were any useful comments, only to be disappointed! I mean, &lt;em&gt;seriously,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;how lame can you people be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna lose interest in blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna just go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna just leave this blog here... you know... just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I'm gonna update my friendster blog, too... you know... just in case you have... some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably just update this one as well... after some time, just to give y'all the benefit of doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: There's the "post / read comments" link down by this post... you know... just in case...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117078873584692713?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117078873584692713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117078873584692713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117078873584692713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117078873584692713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-selfish-people.html' title='You selfish people'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117078690701972144</id><published>2007-02-06T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:38:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Vincent die?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, seems that I'm contradicting myself right now. Actually since Vincent had already transferred several movies for me to watch, one of which was "The Breed" (which was about an island filled with a bunch of crazy dogs that attack humans for no reason), I'd say that earns him a level of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, apart from that, I also feel that I owe Vincent an apology for bashing him so badly in my previous post. So Vincent, I'm sorry, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a bit over the limits in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we're not here to talk about Vincent, really, because in this post, I'd like to show you one of the most amazing races I've ever seen. This race is, of course, done by some of the craziest people the world has ever seen - 3 of my housemates whose names I'm not allowed to tell you for political reasons. However here are some useful clues, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not Alan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not Gary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most certainly not Kenny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this was how it happened:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, these 3 people were overwhelmed by the extreme boredom because Streamyx was down. So they moved around the house like zombies till one of them saw the elongated sachets of Nescafe and cloth pegs all around the house, and that was when all hell broke loose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8q04GIEzPE"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8q04GIEzPE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what do you think of this rubber-burning, adrenaline-pumping, blood-gushing drift race?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117078690701972144?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117078690701972144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117078690701972144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117078690701972144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117078690701972144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/must-vincent-die_06.html' title='Must Vincent die?'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117053137849024835</id><published>2007-02-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:42:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent must die</title><content type='html'>Alright, you're wondering who Vincent is, and what he had done to piss me off so much that I want him to die. Simple. Vincent is one of my housemates who is vertically and horizontally challenged. In other words, he's pretty much like Samwise Gamgee, if you know what I mean. And, what he did was worse than the sum of all the 7 sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate. I was sick for the past week or so, as you already knew if you had read my blog. I remember last weekend, Vincent messaged me on YM, telling me that I MUST go watch this movie called "Epic Movie". Well, before he mentioned it to me, I had never heard of the movie before. He told me it's pretty much like Scary Movie, only better. Fine, I placed that movie in my KIV department in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got back, that stupid Hobbit just doesn't stop talking about the movie! You know what he said? He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you go to watch that movie, make sure you don't go to the washroom half way. Don't even blink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well considering that he's never been wrong about any movies before this, we (Khoo, Gary, Agito and I) believed him, and decided to go watch that movie in 1 Utama on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, we were so wrong that even the word "wrong" is now a massive understatement! We were DEAD WRONG. We've never been wronger all our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I go on and on about how pissed we are at Vincent, let me first explain how bad the movie actually is. If you're actually planning to watch this movie (even after reading the previous paragraphs), let me warn you that there are spoilers hereon. And besides that, let me add this, in the words of Chef from south park,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go fudge yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, firstly, this is a Scary-Movie-ish movie, which means it had no content, just tons and tons of rip-offs from famous movies in the box office. So basically this movie is based pretty much on "The Chronicles of Narnia". At the beginning of the movie, they introduced the 4 main characters, 4 orphans from different backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, the dumbshit (no, she's not blonde), was under the care of the curator of a museum (this one's from The Da Vinci Code). The events that followed and led to her acquisition of the special ticket to an epic adventure basically doesn't make any sense at all, and is not worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, on the other hand, has a background from the movie "Nacho Libre" or whatever the name of the movie was, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Susan whose first appearance was on a plane full of snakes which attacked people's genitals and tits, from which she was thrown off by a guy who claimed that he's always yelling 'cause he's Samuel-God-Damned-Jackson. She fell from the sky, killing a girl who dressed like Paris Hilton (or at least I thought so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there's Peter, who's from a Mutant High. The only thing worth mentioning here is perhaps Mystique, who was played by sexy Carmen Electra. She certainly had racks that could beat the ones of the original Mystique (played by one of my favourite model-turned-actresses, Rebecca Romjin Stamos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the 4 had all gotten their special tickets to Willy's Chocolate Factory, only to find out that it's all a sick plot to get their body parts for the candy they're making in the factory. However, in their effort to escape Willy's wrath, Lucy found by accident a passageway to Gnarnia, where the name had a "G" added to it for legal purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tumnus was there, of course. And there was the White Bitch (originally the White Witch from Narnia) that rides in a drifting sleigh with a number plate that reads "Gnarnia Drift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the story that follows is simply a huge rip-off from Narnia. There were also parts that come from Pirates of The Carribean, Superman Returns (this is perhaps the only relatively funnier part of the whole movie, where the bad guy fired right into Superman's eye, and they zoomed in at his eye, showing how the bullet actually went into his eye and he fell off the building), and Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lamest part of all is when Edward, Susan and Lucy were all killed by the White Bitch's army, and Peter was on the ground, crawling away from the White Bitch who was trying to kill him. All of the sudden he found a remote control, the one from "Click". He paused the White Bitch, and then slow-mo-ed a girl who was jogging by (where the hell did she come from!?). There was even a "heal injuries" button on that remote control which Peter used to heal his brother and sisters. They then got up and killed all the paused enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the Narnia story where they ruled for a long time and one day they found the closet once more, and they went back to their own world. The only difference was that when they got back, they found Borat standing in front of them, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make movie have happy ending... NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all got crushed by Captain Jack Swallow's giant wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I think of this movie is that you know sometimes you suddenly have this great idea that you could use, but what you're required to do had nothing at all to do with the great idea that you had. However you insist on using that idea of yours, so you simply distort your assignment just so that you could fit that idea of yours into it. That's what this movie is about. Someone (the producers of Scary Movie, perhaps) suddenly said out of no where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, let's make a funny movie based on The Chronicles of Narnia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the team all went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I've got an idea, why don't we use some scenes from the Da Vinci Code, and then make fun of Tom Hank's stupid hairdo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, listen to my idea! Let's use a scene from "Snakes on A Plane" and then make fun of Samuel L. Jackson!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no no no! I've got a better one! Let's put storm troopers among the army of the White Witch, that would definitely be funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, their leader said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, why don't we use all the idea and compile them into a movie? That way we don't have to do much, we just re-produce everything and "sew" them together into an order that makes the most sense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. That's pretty much all that I could say about that horrible, horrible movie. Don't watch it, thats my advice. If you're one of the producers of this movie, go to hell, or give me back my RM6 and an hour and a half! If you happen to be Jigsaw from the movie Saw, please help me design a machine that could torture Vincent in the worst possible ways for the longest possible duration before killing him in the cruelest method imagineable. You could do that to the crew who produced the Epic Movie, too, as a bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117053137849024835?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117053137849024835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117053137849024835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117053137849024835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117053137849024835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/02/vincent-must-die.html' title='Vincent must die'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-117017700304893552</id><published>2007-01-30T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:12:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>I love the sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look, all the same&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;And I love the way you say,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it's been a while!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your calmness and cool&lt;br /&gt;I love the cute girl inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I love the care you show for me&lt;br /&gt;And I love the friend you are to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh at my silly jokes&lt;br /&gt;I love the enthusiasm in you when we talk&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me when you tell me it's ok&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love for you to love me back the same way,&lt;br /&gt;someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-117017700304893552?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/117017700304893552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=117017700304893552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117017700304893552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/117017700304893552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116992633355429153</id><published>2007-01-27T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:41:15.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistant idiopathic fever</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 2 weeks at home in Kota Bharu, I'm back in Cyberjaya, with a fever which doesn't seem to want to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm not going to talk about this fever, which is actually making me change my mind about going out with Rong and Shin tomorrow. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to talk about is the brand new Windows Vista! If you're wondering what Windows Vista is, please go back to the stone age, the people there probably would know more than you do. Alright, enough with the useless stuff, let's get to the topic, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I noticed about Vista is that it is rather fast to install. Alan clocked an installation time of 20 minutes, whereas I did 30 minutes, roughly, of course. This is good, because for people like me and my old housemate, Kelvin, we love to format our computers as a solution to all sorts of problems, be it software dysfunction or idiopathic (I think this word means "with no apparent cause") errors. In short, it's convenient, and easy to install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after everything's set, you start windows, and then configure usernames and passwords and stuff. Routine stuff. Finally, you're in business. Next thing you'd notice is that annoying sidebar thingie which chews up chunks of your memory and takes up 99 percent of your desktop. Unless you've got a very powerful PC and a widescreen LCD monitor I'd suggest that you turn that off. Who needs 2 clocks (a digital one and an analogue one, wtf?!)anyways? And there's a slideshow of nice photos on the sidebar too. Does it make any sense? Hell NO! Why would Chewbacca, an eight-foot tall Wookiee, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, after you've turned off the sidebar, perhaps you start choosing your favoured desktop wallpaper. Well, I guess it'd be fair to say that the wallpapers provided are really nice. In fact, the whole GUI of Vista is just great, you have a black, half-transparent taskbar, you have transparent window frames and title bars, you get a 3-D windows switching when you press windows button + tab, everything's just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to install your hardware drivers, then, you might think. No, no, no! Actually Windows would take care of that, and attempts to install your drivers would only cause conflicts and stuff. For instance, I installed my old Nvidia driver, and as a result all the transparent windows and stuff were gone! Installing other softwares might be a very troublesome task as well, as everytime you run a program, Windows would ask whether you authorised the execution of that program. Of course, this is for our own protection against worms and spywares and what-nots, but it's simply too fucking irritating. Turn off the User Accounts Control, for Gods sakes. Turn it back on only after you've finished installing all the softwares you needed. Oh, just a reminder, do not EVER install Alcohol 120%, 'cause the next thing that happens after would be being unable to go into Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything else, I would say, is pretty much like Windows XP, perhaps faster in the way things run. Vista optimizes its performance according to your PC's performance, so you don't really have to worry about it being unstable or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go on and try it out, people. But if it runs rather slowly on your PC, it's not my fault, you take your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: What did the dumb, deaf and blind kid get for Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Cancer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116992633355429153?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116992633355429153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116992633355429153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116992633355429153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116992633355429153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/01/persistant-idiopathic-fever.html' title='Persistant idiopathic fever'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116833563806886526</id><published>2007-01-09T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:40:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken curse...</title><content type='html'>Give me a moment to pick myself up again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still weak from being soaked in the rain;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost though I know I'd never lose you, friend,&lt;br /&gt;but a broken heart needs time to heal and mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd please please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;for my actions I could only plea insanity;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy I know but only about you,&lt;br /&gt;if only one day you'd feel the same way, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116833563806886526?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116833563806886526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116833563806886526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116833563806886526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116833563806886526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2007/01/broken-curse.html' title='A broken curse...'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116708733167711481</id><published>2006-12-25T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:55:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Quite some things happened these few days and I thought... why not blog about it? So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all it started with me thinking that this would be the worst Christmas ever for me, because of the multimedia authoring submission. I remember that morning I slept at around 4am, after compiling our group work and burning it into a CD. Everything seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong and couldn't believe even till this very moment how wrong I was. Let's look at it at a third person's point of view, shall we? So early that morning, say around 8am, Vincent, Kenny, Agito and Gary were up and ready to go to campus for their presentation for Malaysian Studies. These are the four people who usually go to campus together in Vincent's car, and they are always early, relatively speaking. Another characteristic that they don't share with the other group, namely Alan, Kong, Khoo and I, was that they knew that submission time was from 9am to 10am, and within this group, I was the only one who's not taking Malaysian Studies. In other words, I do not have presentation on that day, and waking up early wasn't my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Alan and the other two woke up later, say, 8.30am, and headed to campus, leaving me sleeping alone at home (and not knowing that submission was due 10am). They went to campus and were ready to present the work they prepared, but before they got to do that, they heard the shocking news about Mr. Ken Neo's time window. Immediately they bailed out of the lecture hall and began their sacred quest of submitting the MCP (multimedia authoring) project CD. Well, I figured they should have enough time to do so but you know what? Nobody even thought of giving me a phonecall and wake me up. No one. At all. Alan submitted his CD immediately, while Khoo made up an excuse to delay his submission because he hadn't burned all the required elements of the project into the CD. And so he asked for and was granted permission to submit a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went to Cik Gee, our tutor, to get Khoo's intro CD (the one containing the intro that he did not burn into the CD that he had to submit to Mr. Ken Neo). Only after that, they headed back home and while Khoo was busy burning his CD, Alan woke me up as if it was just another usual day with nothing unusual going on. I woke up, grabbed my CD, and headed to campus with them, still not knowing that I had to submit before 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached campus, I was still filling in the questionaire by Cik Gee that we had to submit, and Khoo just gave me his CD and questionaires, asking me to submit the CD to Mr. Ken Neo, the questionaire to Cik Gee, and then return the CD containing his intro of the project to Cik Gee. It was when I was on my way to submit those things that I remembered that I had also forgotten to burn my intro into the CD I was supposed to submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the lecture hall and stood outside, messaged Alan telling him that I need to borrow his car. I really don't know what the hell he was doing, he didn't get my message till much later, when it was already too late. Fortunately for me (relatively speaking, of course, as the following events that took place is hardly anywhere near fortunate to me at all), Vincent and the others were walking towards me so I asked them where they were going. They said they'd be going to eat and I told them I my problems. So Vincent decided to help. He sent me back home to burn the CD and then back to campus to submit the CD. However it was on the way when I finally realized that I was terribly, terribly late for submission. Even though Kenny had played a few pranks on me before about how my attendance was unsatisfactory and the dean wanted to see me, this time he seemed pretty serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, might as well just try my luck, I thought. So I went to Mr. Ken Neo's office hoping that he'd accept my CD. As you would've already guessed, he didn't. To describe the whole event, I can only use a "Manglish" sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He die die also dun wanna accept my CD lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried making up stories and tried begging. I even asked him to check my records and see how many times I had been late (which is none, in case you're stupid enough to wonder). He just wouldn't accept it. So I had no choice but to thank him (thank him!? He should be the one thanking me for not slitting his fat and nearly unapparent throat with something... something lethal in a very horrific sense... like a chainsaw for instance!) and leave his office, all shattered and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, of course that was how I felt at that very moment, but then come to think of it, it was entirely my fault if not my housemates', so I really don't blame Mr. Ken Neo, he's just doing his job and being serious about it, and as much as I still hate him right now, I respect his decision.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cik Gee's and submitted the questionaire papers. Cik Gee went to the toilet, I think, and there were no one in the room, and I experienced one of the worst case of helplessness and hopelessness I've ever been through. Gary called while I was waiting for Cik Gee, I think, and I sort of scolded him I think. Actually to be exact I wasn't waiting for Cik Gee outside her office. I was merely standing there, trying to figure out what kind of grades I would get this time, and how to cover my ass. After a while Cik Gee came back and she said sorry for keeping me waiting. I said it was OK and followed her into her office, where she then told me that marks are given by tutors, and not Mr. Ken Neo. However I don't feel convinced, but what choice do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I went to the lecture halls again, and this time I just sat outside, trying to look for people who would save me. As I expected, there were only 2 people in this world who could help me through all these. One is already dead, and the other one hasn't been born. Alan and Khoo later came out of the lecture hall and asked me what happened, and Khoo promised he would help me submit mine as he would have to personally submit his own as well. I knew it wouldn't work, but agreed to let him help all the same. That happened much later, and as I had expected, Mr. Ken Neo only accepted his CD and not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super moody and that time and mad at everyone around me, especially at Khoo and Alan who didn't wake me up for the submission. Even right now as I am typing I'm at the verge of ripping their guts out. I was so mad at them at that time that I wanted to just go back to sleep and not talk to any of them for the whole day. But then later I thought, even if I did that it's not going to do any good at all, because my CD is already rejected, and there's nothing anyone could do about it. So I started talking again. I also chatted with Shiew Woei and Carlyn for a while, and they told me marks would be given by tutors, so hopefully it won't affect my grades in a large scale, it helped cheering me up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend had been OK and Christmas was better than expected, even though the fact that I didn't get to submit my CD is still pricking and hurting me everytime I think of it. We watched Eragon (if you trust me, don't watch it) on Saturday, and went present hunting in 1U. The next day, we went to The Mines, with the hope to catch Ben Stiller's latest comedy, "Night at The Museum", but failed. What we did was walk around and help Gary decide what to buy for his Christmas present exchange thingie with a group of his friends. Boy was he undecisive. Then yesterday we went to Times Square with Alan, then to Low Yat, and then had dinner in SS2 before we came back to Cyberia where I visited Rong and Shin, gave them their presents and Jazlyn's, and sat down to watch (the real life version of) Chibimaruko or whatever it's called with them. Upon my return we played Chor Dai Dee, Khoo, Gary, Edward and I. Things went well, I suppose, and I won't complain. It's the time of the year when we should put away everything and just enjoy some good time with people we're close to, and I did exactly that. I'm also glad that Rong and Shin liked the mugs I bought for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to conclude, I'd like to just wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Oh, and I'd like to add that the only present I got this year was a box of chocolates with a layer of mint in the middle from Shell, but it's good enough for me. So, thanks, Shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116708733167711481?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116708733167711481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116708733167711481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116708733167711481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116708733167711481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116595587593400564</id><published>2006-12-12T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:58:17.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool is fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It must've been like... 30 billion years since the last time I played pool. Why? Well, I owe it all to Keith, my cousin, who introduced me to the cousin of that game I used to love so much - snooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who plays snooker would most likely say that snooker is so much more challenging than pool, and as a snooker player myself, I'd think that way too. But wait! There's more to it. Being more challenging doesn't mean being more fun, as it could be very frustrating sometimes playing snooker. 1st there's the smoke as snooker centres are usually full of imbeciles trying to smoke their lungs into bronchogenic carcinoma (that's lung cancer to you and me). 2nd, Keith's just so cocky at times, and he's simply too good. He could start at a very low point of negative 40 and still win. Maybe it's just that I'm too weak. But anyhoo... he's not a very patient teacher, and playing snooker with him is a pain in the ass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Rong and Shin were telling me about playing pool at a place I hadn't been to before - Old Town Kopitiam. Even though I tried so desperately to save money, I couldn't resist the temptation of going to Ming Chu (near Jusco) for some decent chinese food and playing pool afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's skip the dinner part. Everything was fine and... well... boring, so to speak, till Kong and I got to the pool tables behind Old Town Kopitiam. We started playing while waiting for the girls, namely Rong, Shin, Steph and Jaz, to come. Heard they were buying durian in Jusco or something. So yeah, my skills were a bit rusty as I wasn't taking things seriously at the very beginning. Kong beat me twice, and both times I was left with ball number 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while the girls arrived. They started playing but no one wanted to break because Kong and I were watching. They finally did break, but were doing rather badly, I think. So i decided to act like I'm a pro and started teaching them the correct posteur for playing pool. In case you're wondering, I didn't go behind each of them and show them from behind how the pose should be, though what wonderful experience that would've been &gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Kong and I started playing again when we started to get a lil' bored of their (the girls') game. This time, I had the chance to get rid of ball number 12 early in the game and I did. And guess what? I won, haha! Rong was impressed, I guess, but later Kong got a phonecall from his girlfriend, and he had to step out of the place so that he could talk in a mushy manner to his girlfriend without being teased till death by us, while I decided to do a lil' more coaching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incredibly, both Rong and Shin were rather fast learners, and they pick things up very quickly. In no time at all I have witnessed both of them doing shots that even I had no confidence in perfecting. Not bad, not bad at all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, of course I'm not such an unfair person. I also taught Jaz and Steph how to make good shots and all, but the way Jaz's left hand (the one that supports the cue) never touches the table was really funny and hopeless. I kept seeing her having the correct angle but still miss the shot because the moment the cue shot forward, it became slanted to one side. I tried teaching her as much as possible to a point where I think she kind of got pissed off and sent the cue ball towards my finger which was still pointing at the part of the table to show her where the cue ball should be headed. She almost had my finger flattened between 2 balls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, Steph wasn't too happy having me around either, I think, as she was kind of frustrated when I managed to help Shin and Rong score a bundle. I tried helping her but she's got some problems with her posteur. Not that she could help it anyways, as she's wearing something that would expose the twins if she's not careful. I tried to look elsewhere and look innocent, and I hope she buys it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after some turns, Steph got really frustrated and went out to get a bottle of... not sure if it was a Carlsberg or Heineken. It made my mouth water, nonetheless. Seriously... I would surely love to have a bottle of those, if the price hadn't been so expensive! Curse our government! Why do we need to buy booze at such a high price just because the "earthly prince" of this piece of land are not supposed to drink alcoholic drinks (which they still do)? Lame! Go on and cover your eyes and ears and say it's not happening, you bloody stupid ostriches! Go bury your heads underneath the sand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as I was saying, Shin and Rong were doing very well, while Jaz and Steph were struggling to get the balls into the pockets. So finally, after some 4 or 5 games, they decided that it's time to go back and I thought I'd check on Kong. Coincidentally he just got off the phone with his girlfriend, so I challenged him to another match which the girls stayed and watch, hehe. Well, maybe it's the girls, or maybe just my luck, I won again, this time anihilating Kong totally. I didn't mean to, but everything just went well for me in that game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Kong was complaining to me later that nobody saw his victories earlier on because the girls weren't there yet, and the 2 games that I won were played when the girls were watching. Well, what can I say? Better luck next time? Hehehe! I went home, feeling deeply satisfied having played a game that I have always loved ever since I touched the first cue stick of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116595587593400564?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116595587593400564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116595587593400564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116595587593400564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116595587593400564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/12/pool-is-fun.html' title='Pool is fun!'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116565033202696650</id><published>2006-12-08T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:45:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Christmas</title><content type='html'>I wish&lt;br /&gt;Christmas could be good again&lt;br /&gt;You could forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you right back&lt;br /&gt;To when you were a little girl&lt;br /&gt;To when each day promise you pearls&lt;br /&gt;Before you grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish&lt;br /&gt;That we owned a house we live in&lt;br /&gt;And I wish&lt;br /&gt;That we had no bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;And I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could find something this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Something so valuable&lt;br /&gt;That it didn't cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas to you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And may somebody save you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And may you still believe that I might&lt;br /&gt;And may some things just turn out alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116565033202696650?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116565033202696650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116565033202696650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116565033202696650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116565033202696650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-christmas.html' title='Lost Christmas'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-116018332896729941</id><published>2006-10-06T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:11:30.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>8.47am, 7th of October, trapped between the end of assignments and the last paper of our examination - Computer Modelling. I have now exhausted my supply of movies and TV series as well as games to keep me entertained. There're 5 more days to go, and I can't go on like this. I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, the hit TV series, Lost, is back with the 3rd season, and it's still as lost as ever. Besides, South Park is also back! Within these two series lies salvation for me, and I'm very thankful. However, I wish Supernatural and Top Gear would come back soon. Can't wait to see Jeremy Clarkson with his cruel jokes, and James "Captain Slow" May boring everyone with technical stuffs and of course, hopefully Richard "Hamster" Hammond's almost fatal car crash footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, (sadly) I'll have to spend my days trapped in Kelantan, spending my holidays in a routine fashion. No broadband connection means I have to wait till MMU reopens to be able to access those series, sobs! This will probably be my last post before I go back to Kota Bharu, Kelantan. Another sad thing is I will be saying goodbye to my (rented) Canon 350D. Goodbye, my friend, even though our time together was short, you certainly have served me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope everyone has a boring holiday, because I'm certainly NOT able to have an enjoyable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Shin, try not to drink so often, ya? If you do I'll not treat you Milo ais anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-116018332896729941?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/116018332896729941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=116018332896729941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116018332896729941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/116018332896729941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115965043084516751</id><published>2006-09-30T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:07:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I told you that</title><content type='html'>Now tell me how you feel if I told you &lt;br /&gt;That I have feelings for you &lt;br /&gt;And would it be so wrong to say &lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I have to&lt;br /&gt;We were friends but with time &lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside for you has changed &lt;br /&gt;But I'd give up on love, if I thought &lt;br /&gt;That it was untrue for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I wanted to see you &lt;br /&gt;(And if I told you that) I beg to please you &lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I'll always keep you &lt;br /&gt;What would you say (if I told you that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we were just friends &lt;br /&gt;But what if I decide to bring somethings in &lt;br /&gt;I hope it won't offend the trust we have&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't want this to end&lt;br /&gt;I you think that we'll lose what we have &lt;br /&gt;Then I'd just rather stay (rather stay) the same &lt;br /&gt;(I'd rather stay the same) &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna choose &lt;br /&gt;Between two of the most precious things to me &lt;br /&gt;(tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I wanted to see you &lt;br /&gt;(And if I told you that) I beg to please you &lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I'll always keep you &lt;br /&gt;What would you say (if I told you that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take this chance and extend &lt;br /&gt;To each other romance &lt;br /&gt;I hope it would be &lt;br /&gt;The right thing for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I wanted to see you &lt;br /&gt;(And if I told you that) I beg to please you &lt;br /&gt;(If I told you that) I'll always keep you &lt;br /&gt;What would you say (if I told you that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there for me &lt;br /&gt;Could you dare to hold me &lt;br /&gt;Will my feelings leave me &lt;br /&gt;Lonely if I told you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115965043084516751?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115965043084516751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115965043084516751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115965043084516751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115965043084516751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-told-you-that.html' title='If I told you that'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115957383802655587</id><published>2006-09-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:03:36.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude looks like a lady</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering what the title means, it's a song by Aerosmith that's been playing in my head since I finished watching the X-files just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.23am, and if you think I'm up early, think again. Yet another sleepless night... I feel mentally tired but physically restless. It's been like this since MMU. The house is quiet, as the guys, excluding Khoo (who just went to sleep) and Vincent (who went home for the weekend), are out yam cha-ing after their daily dose of Dota, a game that I never touched for unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say that finally there's some peace, as all the madness has finally come to an end. No more assignments to submit save photography which required some minor changes. Speaking of photography, I would like to thank Shin officially here for being my model for the past few weeks, she's absolutely gorgeous. Also, she's been really nice and she never complained, the reason being that she understands the pain, as she went through the same thing as we all did. Here are some photos that I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/Shapes%20&amp;%20Patterns%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/200/Shapes%20%26%20Patterns%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/Foreground%20Frame%201_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/200/Foreground%20Frame%201_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/Shapes%20&amp;%20Patterns%201_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/200/Shapes%20%26%20Patterns%201_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/IMG_5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/200/IMG_5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/wat%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/200/wat%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These 5 photographs are the ones Che Mat accepted. They are under the categories "Shape and Pattern", "Foreground Frame", "Shadow", "Reflection" and "Leading Line". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the final A3 print, I chose Shape &amp;amp; Pattern, but apparently Che Mat thinks otherwise. The Shadow looked more dramatic, according to him. Well... different people have different preferences. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, thanks so much, Shin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115957383802655587?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115957383802655587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115957383802655587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115957383802655587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115957383802655587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/dude-looks-like-lady.html' title='Dude looks like a lady'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115932524788693380</id><published>2006-09-26T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:55:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After staying awake for the whole night, I had this sudden thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 10 years or more ago, everyone was crazy over the pop singer Faye Wong. Her voice is very unique, and many of her songs became instant classics, for example, “容易受伤的女人”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/5_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/320/5_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the late 90's or so, Kelly Chen emerged, and everybody said she looked like Faye Wong. Her songs, however, aren't as soulful as Faye's, but more of dance music and techno. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/kelly52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/320/kelly52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, another girl got famous and she was from Taiwan. Her name? Ruby Lin Xin Ru, the actress starring alongside Vicky Zhao in Huan Zhu Ge Ge. And guess what? Everyone said she looked like Kelly Chen! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally about a few years back till now, everyone's crazy over Jolin Tsai, another Taiwanese artist who made it into the halls of fame. She's hot, she can dance, and she sings pretty well, too (for most guys, yeah). Most important thing of all, I remember when she first emerged, people said she looked like Ruby Lin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/1600/jt2zw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/894/320/jt2zw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this post you'd probably be asking me, "Who the fuck is Faye Wong?" Well... I guess it'd just be a matter of time before we start asking the same question with the words "Faye Wong" replaced by "Jolin Tsai". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115932524788693380?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115932524788693380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115932524788693380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115932524788693380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115932524788693380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115922137429234756</id><published>2006-09-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:38:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>遥远的她</title><content type='html'>让晚风轻轻吹送了落霞&lt;br /&gt;我已习惯每个傍晚去想她&lt;br /&gt;在远方的她此刻可知道&lt;br /&gt;这段情在我心始终记挂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这半山那天&lt;br /&gt;我知我知快将要别离没说话&lt;br /&gt;望向她&lt;br /&gt;却听到她说不要相约纵使分隔&lt;br /&gt;相爱不会害怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥遥万里&lt;br /&gt;心声有否偏差&lt;br /&gt;正是让这爱试出真与假&lt;br /&gt;遥远的她&lt;br /&gt;仿佛借风声跟我话&lt;br /&gt;热情若无变&lt;br /&gt;那管它沧桑变化&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但这天收到她爸爸的一封信&lt;br /&gt;信里面说血癌已带走她&lt;br /&gt;但觉得空虚的心仿佛已僵化&lt;br /&gt;过去事像炮弹心中爆炸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这半山这天&lt;br /&gt;我悲痛悲痛不已在胡乱说话&lt;br /&gt;夜雨中&lt;br /&gt;似听到她说不要相约纵使分隔&lt;br /&gt;相爱不会害怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人无觅处&lt;br /&gt;心声有否偏差&lt;br /&gt;正是让这爱试出真与假&lt;br /&gt;遥远的她&lt;br /&gt;仿佛借风声跟我话&lt;br /&gt;热情若无变&lt;br /&gt;那管它沧桑变化&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥远的她&lt;br /&gt;不可以再归家&lt;br /&gt;我在梦里却始终只有她&lt;br /&gt;遥远的她&lt;br /&gt;可知我心中的说话&lt;br /&gt;热情若无变&lt;br /&gt;那管它沧桑变化&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115922137429234756?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115922137429234756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115922137429234756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115922137429234756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115922137429234756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='遥远的她'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115920866438778111</id><published>2006-09-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:24:24.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friends</title><content type='html'>I was ignorant enough to not even know that Shin and Rong are leaving, till a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not like they're leaving for good, they're just going to be staying in Puchong, and Rong will be driving here and back home every school day. Tiring, but I heard that her mother thought it was safer. The way I see it, it's not logical, but then again, better not question other people's mother's authoritah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be changes, that's for sure. Even though we could still chat online at night, there'll always be something less, knowing that they're not there to hang out with during late nights when I feel like having some fresh air and they (usually just Shin) feel like having a cup of Milo ais. But guess I'll just have to find somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well... goodbye! We'll see you guys in class as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115920866438778111?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115920866438778111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115920866438778111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115920866438778111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115920866438778111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-my-friends.html' title='To my friends'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11162545.post-115896275111562654</id><published>2006-09-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:27:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night or early morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 5.40am. If mom finds out that I usually sleep at this hour of the day, she'd scream for 10 minutes and 17 seconds straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't feel like sleeping, perhaps it's partially because of the cup of Nescafe I just had like...an hour ago. This is all Khoo's doing. About one and a half hours ago, he held a biscuit right above my monitor and said nothing. Took me a while to notice he was actually offering me a biscuit, a coffee flavoured one, in fact. That obviously triggered my desire for caffeine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason might be because of the diarrhoea that I just had a while ago while reading an article on the Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 in the magazine Autocar Asia. I guess it was the biscuits I had with my Nescafe just now that came out. It came out straight from my stomach. I can tell by the burning sensation on my arse hole which is still strong and stinging right this moment. At least it's better than the acid reflux that my dad has. It makes him cough a lot. My arse doesn't cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am I blogging at this hour of the day? Don't know. Maybe because of the acute insomnia I'm having, maybe because I just want to write something. God knows how many great ideas come from late night brain activities that I have. Or is it early morning? Don't know... what's the difference anyways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awfully lonely now, especially when everyone's fast asleep while I'm still awake. Don't want to sleep because I know when I wake up there'd be piles of work waiting for me to complete. But if I don't sleep I'd not have enough energy to complete those works that will still be waiting for me to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heidi and Jacintha called me weird for not liking sleep. Weird I am, I guess. Anyways, I guess the best choice is still to sleep, because the works that I mentioned are my final assignments, and I'm in FCM where assignments take up some 70% of our assessment. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: If you are Shin or Rong, I know this sounds kind of out of place but I kind of miss you guys. Shin especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11162545-115896275111562654?l=nescafeice0103.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/feeds/115896275111562654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11162545&amp;postID=115896275111562654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115896275111562654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11162545/posts/default/115896275111562654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nescafeice0103.blogspot.com/2006/09/late-night-or-early-morning.html' title='Late night or early morning?'/><author><name>Sky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
