<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:28:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ashley a.k.a put-your-hands-up</title><description></description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-7476715291682656132</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-02T03:52:50.936+11:00</atom:updated><title>concentrate!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 3:50am right now&lt;br /&gt;and why I'm still blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I can't tahan abnormal psychology already&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that I'm half dead right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday my last paper&lt;br /&gt;and that's my worst paper i ever have&lt;br /&gt;Mood turning over and over&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself getting into abnormal personalities&lt;br /&gt;very very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the lecture slides&lt;br /&gt;haven't started my textbook yet&lt;br /&gt;and yeah CASE STUDIES still on 0% progress&lt;br /&gt;How I gonna finish off everything in one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SQyJJPg9jJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o0RRGagpVA8/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SQyJJPg9jJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o0RRGagpVA8/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263732856365878418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea few packets and few packets :)&lt;br /&gt;keep myself awake&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not concentrating =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-7476715291682656132?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/concentrate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SQyJJPg9jJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o0RRGagpVA8/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-3232410331418025685</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T20:59:04.911+11:00</atom:updated><title>birthday =]</title><description>Happy Halloween =]&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat?&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 21st birthday for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's really bad to have my birthday fall between the exam period. I can't imagine how terrible it is but I can feel it right at the moment :(&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Lisa, Adeline and Shuyar coming over to my house right at 12am last night for the surprise. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Karen, Xuan and Arthur coming over to my house today =]&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm so happy with all this plan from you guys. So sweet of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very very thank you for my loved one. Never failed to give me such a sweet moments between me and her =] . Thanks for the card, wishes and the true heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever forget you owe me a cake "a birthday cake" okay not a cupcake. Oh yes one more paper and that's it. I can't wait to go home and enjoy my holidays loooorrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to all peeps who wishes me happy birthday in facebook, sms, phone.&lt;br /&gt;People who indirectly wish me, people who never thought of wishing me. OKAY, that's make me understand what is so-called-friends to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-3232410331418025685?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-4976722240826174342</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-23T02:27:54.518+11:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>obviously everyone is in their exam period and this is so-called-stress ==&lt;br /&gt;Done with the speaking test and that's not that good but not really bad thou =]  Exam is around the corner and yet I freaking worried lor okay especially both psychology subject. APA MACAM DENGAN SEMUA INI!?           *suffering me in pain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I MUKA MASAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I MAKAN BANYAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I FACING COMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I BECOME &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT ASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really hate exam lor okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I do enjoy holidays after my exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-4976722240826174342?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/10/obviously-everyone-is-in-their-exam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-2209732050756146689</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T20:30:03.776+10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>homosexual</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gay rights</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>malaysia</category><title>Clarify myself as a gay</title><description>Seriously I found the different between western countries and Malaysia after I further my studies in Australia. "Are you born to be homosexual?" or "Are you being hurt by someone before?" or "When do you know that your are a lesbian?" All this questions happen around me once they know I'm a lesbian. No doubt they are just curious about how's life of being a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, I never wanted to tell peoples that I'm a lesbian. I'm trying to hide myself from the truth due to Malaysia is an Islamic country that cannot accept homosexual. Being deceived as a deviance if I telling everyone that I'm a lesbian. Somehow being out from the closet never cross to my mind when I'm in Malaysia. I change my mind after I came to Australia, I being proud that I'm gay. err cannot use proud this word is just that I think that it is not a crime or anything that hurt others. I'm just being myself, and that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a girlfriend when I'm in secondary school but I admit that when we went out shopping we will more act like a close friends rather than a couple. God knows that Islamic countries doesn't not accept homosexual somehow I should know that we are not allowed to be too over in public. Comparing to Australia, is very different. I can feel the gay rights in Australia but not in Malaysia. Everyone respect to the gay! Everyone will be equalized! no hard time of being a lesbian in Australia. By the mean time, gay marriage are legalized in Australia and not in Malaysia. The hardest things for every gay couple in Malaysia that have to face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lesbian, there are butch, andro, femme, etc. people who labeled them as a butch always fucked up their life in Malaysia. They don't have to tell people that they're lesbian and people will just judge them by their look of short hair, boyish style, boyish attitude, and act so boyish. I still remember I heard that there is a political news about being boyish is illegal in Malaysia. "National Fatwa Council forbids tomboyism" The title that have been held around Malaysia newspaper by The National Fatwa Council has ruled that tomboyism, where a girl behaves or dresses in a boyish manner, is forbidden in Islam. In Malaysia, everything is restricted comparing to other countries. Everyone have their own life. Even gays have their own rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, I happened to see some of the people who post in forum mentioning that once their parents know their gays relationship. They are not allowed to go out and they are not to mix with friends who looks boyish and the parents are being discriminant to people who looks boyish. sophiscate their mobile and not allow them to contact with outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the question according to most of my friends who asked me. I would like to clarify everything here rather than answering everyone question one after one.&lt;br /&gt;I clarify myself as a lesbian. I love girls. And I'm a butch somehow a bit girlish. I act like a girl and I like girl that who I am. I never get hurt my anyone else before and turning my sex orientation. Instead of interested to the opposite sex, I prefer same sex! I remember my first love who i fell on is in form 3 (15years old). There is this girl who is my best friend in class we used to chat on the phone almost everyday. In some instances, that she's playing with my another bestie who seems like very boyish too and I will started to feel the pain in my heart. It is feeling of being jealous and everytime she close to me, my heart popping quickly. And this conclude that, I fell on her. And I know I'm a lesbian from the day on. Another reason is because I found it is more easy for me to get along with girls. I do not hate boys is just that I just dislike to communicate with them, is just that I'm not interested on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-2209732050756146689?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/clarify-myself-as-gay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-1853231135392232521</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T17:08:36.697+11:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Sincerely begging my blog for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;sorry for neglect you for ages&lt;br /&gt;because my life wasn't that interesting to blog about&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happen due to too much tasks to be done!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was just staying at home facing the computer to complete my assignments, listen to songs and chit-chatting. Have been awhile never out from my house but i did go grocery-shopping opposite my house. I still need some foods for myself though I'm just staying at home right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing runs out under your prediction.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect too much to wider the way you get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking all the while that I'm too childish to be in a relationship. Oh well I'm going to be 21 and I should not being childish for the time being. My beloved one always tends to forgive once and once but I always repeated the same things which I shouldn't do so. I'm sorry for trouble-ing you so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;ILoveYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-1853231135392232521?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/10/sincerely-begging-my-blog-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-6430177841558870580</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T21:20:10.840+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my holidays gone and I seems like did nothing for the holidays =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Taylor's besties!&lt;br /&gt;Catherine's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: TGI Fridays-Pancake Parlour&lt;br /&gt;Date: 290908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_F-AckI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOnCNSxgJbw/s1600-h/n507980588_1845756_6069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_F-AckI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOnCNSxgJbw/s320/n507980588_1845756_6069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252141630424642114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVP-wOuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cRygGdOKi84/s1600-h/n507980588_1845773_1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVP-wOuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/cRygGdOKi84/s320/n507980588_1845773_1019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252142011069250274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are again in between the dishes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVXB4uII/AAAAAAAAAj0/OGMNrYSTT6Q/s1600-h/n629890155_4446137_5362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVXB4uII/AAAAAAAAAj0/OGMNrYSTT6Q/s320/n629890155_4446137_5362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252142012961437826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dishes! *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_IKX6YI/AAAAAAAAAis/uMSy01r4cTI/s1600-h/n507980588_1845750_4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_IKX6YI/AAAAAAAAAis/uMSy01r4cTI/s320/n507980588_1845750_4375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252141631013382530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Dorothy *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gonna miss you after you back HK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_Z-tMjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uIV_vY-Gtlc/s1600-h/n507980588_1845778_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_Z-tMjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uIV_vY-Gtlc/s320/n507980588_1845778_2600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252141635796283954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl always the one who will get bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_NMpKvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ctwr9uqYVZI/s1600-h/n507980588_1845775_1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_NMpKvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ctwr9uqYVZI/s320/n507980588_1845775_1636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252141632365079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Joana, Dorothy, Annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;next year wont be seeing you guys anymore =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next Pancake Parlour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVCg33XI/AAAAAAAAAjc/pXEGBWN2xF4/s1600-h/n507980588_1845784_4540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVCg33XI/AAAAAAAAAjc/pXEGBWN2xF4/s320/n507980588_1845784_4540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252142007454260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert Time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVOEMewI/AAAAAAAAAjk/U3Sn-LXNj10/s1600-h/n507980588_1845788_5834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVOEMewI/AAAAAAAAAjk/U3Sn-LXNj10/s320/n507980588_1845788_5834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252142010555202306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for you our dearest Catherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVTwqCHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Isukm48IoSc/s1600-h/n507980588_1845794_7880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONbVTwqCHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Isukm48IoSc/s320/n507980588_1845794_7880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252142012083865714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_Ep9JzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ME7UeEt0I1w/s1600-h/n507980588_1845754_5501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_Ep9JzI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ME7UeEt0I1w/s320/n507980588_1845754_5501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252141630072104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look so fat, short, ugly but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_Z-tMjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uIV_vY-Gtlc/s1600-h/n507980588_1845778_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We have endless conversation&lt;br /&gt;3hours,4hours and so on&lt;br /&gt;there is no ending&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-6430177841558870580?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/10/tick-tock-tick-tock-half-of-my-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SONa_F-AckI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UOnCNSxgJbw/s72-c/n507980588_1845756_6069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-2616738158768053689</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-27T01:09:18.794+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mid semester break&lt;br /&gt;here you come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;task to be done during the mid semester break:&lt;br /&gt;Japanese assignment&lt;br /&gt;Psy lab report&lt;br /&gt;Psy abnormal essay&lt;br /&gt;1 class test&lt;br /&gt;1 speaking test&lt;br /&gt;1 listening test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Uni! Sorry for being so rude but isn't a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;how come so much things to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! I admit my school is too over&lt;br /&gt;uni reopen early than other uni&lt;br /&gt;uni ended late than other uni&lt;br /&gt;uni sem break only 1 week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? NOT FAIR lor okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memang geram with all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-2616738158768053689?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-semester-break-here-you-come-task.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-6113453491335548525</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 11:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T21:48:16.358+10:00</atom:updated><title>绝种</title><description>人人都纷纷并论好男人都绝种了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;这是最好的理由为何同志渐渐日升&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;虽说好男人绝种了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;可是好女人还没啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM5K6hN2PCI/AAAAAAAAAik/4NyVEkD0rDM/s1600-h/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM5K6hN2PCI/AAAAAAAAAik/4NyVEkD0rDM/s320/DSC09927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246212985142524962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;请把我归类为好女人之一吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;哈哈哈哈哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-6113453491335548525?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM5K6hN2PCI/AAAAAAAAAik/4NyVEkD0rDM/s72-c/DSC09927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-3293559218712700387</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T13:29:47.974+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM3VRDA91GI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3s-nh2ZS1mE/s1600-h/Pasted_Data_9959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM3VRDA91GI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3s-nh2ZS1mE/s320/Pasted_Data_9959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246083629800346722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-Autumn Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby, wishing everyone Happy Mid-autumn Festival. Having a great night with the loved one's? I rather rushed home and facing the computer because I want to have a great night with my loved one's and yet it do so. I'm pretty with how I celebrate it. You're not by myside but I still think this make me feel happiness enough. Sometimes over worried will just make things worst. Like me, I do and most of our arguments are due to my stupid over worried about you. Worried about things that wont be happen and being just to much. I should change it for our better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM3VRHRJnwI/AAAAAAAAAic/16FhkCrGDtc/s1600-h/Pasted_Data_f080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM3VRHRJnwI/AAAAAAAAAic/16FhkCrGDtc/s320/Pasted_Data_f080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246083630941970178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... no lantern but I had a picture of lantern from my sweet one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-3293559218712700387?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-autumn-festival-i-hereby-wishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM3VRDA91GI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3s-nh2ZS1mE/s72-c/Pasted_Data_9959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-8167571138456885186</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T00:16:34.482+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mooncake Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxXMdTII/AAAAAAAAAh0/KZYMcYFNBS8/s1600-h/DSC09888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxXMdTII/AAAAAAAAAh0/KZYMcYFNBS8/s320/DSC09888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245879675810303106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly picked to post on *my mouth so big*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxcm-DyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IHaRgA949dk/s1600-h/DSC09893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxcm-DyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IHaRgA949dk/s320/DSC09893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245879677263679266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid look when I had my mooncake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxkmRhvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/u85i1oEjvd0/s1600-h/DSC09896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxkmRhvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/u85i1oEjvd0/s320/DSC09896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245879679408244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhh.. here are a tiny bit of mooncake for you!! yes YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxiZUtsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rNC2p0wZ3M4/s1600-h/DSC09908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxiZUtsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rNC2p0wZ3M4/s320/DSC09908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245879678817056450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly picture of me *camwhore!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-8167571138456885186?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-mooncake-festival-randomly-picked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SM0bxXMdTII/AAAAAAAAAh0/KZYMcYFNBS8/s72-c/DSC09888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-7786392515001128551</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T00:26:17.575+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I realized something I should know in the beginning of everything happen. But at least what I understand was not that late because I still got the chance to change everything back into same. Except the arguments. I &lt;strike&gt;guess&lt;/strike&gt; we could be better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONO! could be SURE this time&lt;/span&gt;. A good damn speech should consists of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;earn to be tolerate, to forgive how it happen and forget the past looking forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For some reason of arguments rise, my attitude, myself being selfish, my bad temper. I'm sorry for the incident and I wish this will never happen once again between me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling deep down in my heart is really so pain and hurt. And I admit if this continue happening, I know my heart could not handle it anymore. So please! please! please!&lt;br /&gt;never ever let this happen once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know what I did in the past is seriously break someone heart. but could you please just don't bring this to me. I know I'm selfish but I just want a happily ever after with someone who I love to be with. And thanks for stopping my tears dropped out! I feel better with the relief of the pain in my heart. The tears stop dropping. And everything go well now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-7786392515001128551?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-realized-something-i-should-know-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-499357156067865192</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T02:15:59.367+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Things come out like shit&lt;br /&gt;and I swear I'll never write anything which could represents my feeling&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know how to give a good damn speech&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-499357156067865192?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-come-out-like-shit-and-i-swear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-4085761327873716133</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T01:47:49.784+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>不知道是什麽爛事&lt;br /&gt;搞到一個本來很久沒流淚的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;竟然流淚了&lt;br /&gt;是因爲又再一次的很在乎那個人嘛？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知&lt;br /&gt;我不想知道&lt;br /&gt;因爲流下的淚，換不來什麽&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-4085761327873716133?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-4116602278667068235</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T23:06:55.505+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SMZzRb_RXCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/16k2LJS4JLM/s1600-h/P27-08-08_18.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SMZzRb_RXCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/16k2LJS4JLM/s320/P27-08-08_18.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005559527627810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some-I-dunno what reason,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly so E-M-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I'm a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get my ass off from here right now&lt;br /&gt;just to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF my parents&lt;br /&gt;own a plane then I can no need to bother about the money issues&lt;br /&gt;just to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I'm there with you&lt;br /&gt;then I can always by your side&lt;br /&gt;just to acc you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything starts with IF&lt;br /&gt;it will be just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There ain't an easy way for me to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-4116602278667068235?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-some-i-dunno-what-reason-i-suddenly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SMZzRb_RXCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/16k2LJS4JLM/s72-c/P27-08-08_18.16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-8420213137473474956</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-08T16:26:27.645+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm looking for a lover not a friend&lt;br /&gt;                      Somebody who can be there when I need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm looking for someone who won't pretend&lt;br /&gt;                      Somebody not afraid to say the way they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      And I'm looking for someone who understands how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who can keep me real and who knows always&lt;br /&gt;                      Baby I like to have you in my way&lt;br /&gt;                      And I'm looking for someone who takes me there,&lt;br /&gt;                      Wants to share, shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;                      Thinking on the one that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me? (Could you be?)&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      I'm looking for someone to share my pain (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who I can run to, who would stay with me when it rains&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who I can cry with trough the night&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who I can trust who's hardest right&lt;br /&gt;                      And I'm looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      And I'm looking for someone who understands how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who can keep me real and who knows always                       &lt;br /&gt;                      Baby I like to have you in my way&lt;br /&gt;                      And I'm looking for someone who takes me there,&lt;br /&gt;                      Want to share, shows he cares&lt;br /&gt;                      Thinking on the one that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be this one I need?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Take for grant&lt;br /&gt;                      How much I care (How much I care)&lt;br /&gt;                      And appreciates that I'm there&lt;br /&gt;                      Someone who listens&lt;br /&gt;                      And someone I can call who isn't afraid of thought to share&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Is it you? is it you?&lt;br /&gt;                      Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;                      Could you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;                    Could you be the one I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Is it you the one I've been waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-8420213137473474956?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-looking-for-lover-not-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-399835518043646675</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-06T03:43:56.289+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Trying not to put my spot on you&lt;br /&gt;because I know I'm trying to avoid from missing you&lt;br /&gt;The more I miss you&lt;br /&gt;The more I would thought of look for you&lt;br /&gt;and I realized you're not there&lt;br /&gt;Your name is not appearing in my msn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do, I really do miss you!&lt;br /&gt;I really have to admit it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-399835518043646675?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-not-to-put-my-spot-on-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-5080538963074518387</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T01:23:33.004+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若愛你那麽難説出口&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;那就不用再説好了~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-5080538963074518387?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-9135218902976736962</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T23:04:02.561+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SL6K7HGC-JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/46f5yq6mswI/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SL6K7HGC-JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/46f5yq6mswI/s320/DSC02058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241779764427159698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved&lt;br /&gt;Relationship steady&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say&lt;br /&gt;but I do appreciate what I have now&lt;br /&gt;and hope it would be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-9135218902976736962?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-are-getting-better-problem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SL6K7HGC-JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/46f5yq6mswI/s72-c/DSC02058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-1340983919740937851</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T00:38:18.675+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Implication of being too far from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't be by yourside when you needed someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't take care of you when you're sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got no rights to know what's really going on around you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-1340983919740937851?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/implication-of-being-too-far-from-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-3210531752085741966</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T19:40:32.801+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Pictures taken for the two outing last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-SJytgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JX777-YzY8c/s1600-h/My+bday%402008+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-SJytgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JX777-YzY8c/s320/My+bday%402008+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341113795786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate's birthday, taken somewhere around lygon street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-kBofNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JWWE3BkGUPw/s1600-h/My+bday%402008+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-kBofNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JWWE3BkGUPw/s320/My+bday%402008+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341118593400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy: Ashley put your hands up and show us how long is ur hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: SHOW US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Okaylar here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-0a3q7I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_ZpZujJgJWc/s1600-h/My+bday%402008+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-0a3q7I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_ZpZujJgJWc/s320/My+bday%402008+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341122994219954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is to prove that my hand is long enough for 3 persons XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-qpzihI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Rkn05C8MiWo/s1600-h/My+bday%402008+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-qpzihI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Rkn05C8MiWo/s320/My+bday%402008+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341120372509202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I love to show out my tongue&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is no longer the longest among my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can be better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SL0JutM-zCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kogoiAzvqjM/s1600-h/n1283140856_98813_629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SL0JutM-zCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kogoiAzvqjM/s320/n1283140856_98813_629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241356239341800482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vonne you're the winner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka! The best reason for us to go clubbing and say YES to alcohol beverages&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7_BJvKQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tdaj4HJJMKs/s1600-h/P8301638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7_BJvKQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tdaj4HJJMKs/s320/P8301638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241341126412019970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-3210531752085741966?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-taken-for-two-outing-last-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLz7-SJytgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JX777-YzY8c/s72-c/My+bday%402008+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-4360607536841251679</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T20:08:02.247+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything throws on me at once&lt;br /&gt;nothing less&lt;br /&gt;and nothing left over&lt;br /&gt;all on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLUmaH2-j0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/BFARJB90bp4/s1600-h/DSC00108+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLUmaH2-j0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/BFARJB90bp4/s320/DSC00108+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239135971743534914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*a weird shape from starbust fruity fusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this lame-ness shape&lt;br /&gt;me, xuan   me, xuan and arthur&lt;br /&gt;rolling on the floor with our laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to think why we can laugh like mad cow&lt;br /&gt;with the odd shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-4360607536841251679?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-throws-on-me-at-once-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLUmaH2-j0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/BFARJB90bp4/s72-c/DSC00108+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-8980774527183404553</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T03:29:35.583+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I just can't accept things goes like that, maybe I'm just too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't like things goes that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-8980774527183404553?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-cant-accept-things-goes-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-8049656437324690586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T02:46:26.013+10:00</atom:updated><title>A day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olympic was done&lt;br /&gt;Before the closing ceremony, a lot of people was saying that closing ceremony is much more surprising compare to the opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;but, everything came out like CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRAPPY~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;Andy Lau with just a tiny mini step almost PK but for the blessing by God&lt;br /&gt;He saved by Jackie Chan&lt;br /&gt;I think if he really do PK it should be the ever best scene for Olympic closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD BE&lt;/span&gt; only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Japanese mid sem test today.&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely my most failure paper I had done&lt;br /&gt;even worst than Computer Science, Maths paper than I had done previously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to imagine how sucks is the paper was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a role play, a presentation and a lab report &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which due on next week enough for me to think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Starbucks to meet up Anne for our coming lab report experiment&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;There is enough happening for a day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLLfPB-GYTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SI-tMNmdXhI/s1600-h/DSC09757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLLfPB-GYTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SI-tMNmdXhI/s320/DSC09757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238494765905240370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I wish I could be better to be your beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-8049656437324690586?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/08/day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mDTUoTJLnec/SLLfPB-GYTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SI-tMNmdXhI/s72-c/DSC09757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-8286776164712035624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 08:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T19:58:13.394+10:00</atom:updated><title>Still the same</title><description>I guess I'm just too &lt;strike&gt;over&lt;/strike&gt; harsh. I shall bring out my sincere &lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;apologize&lt;/u&gt; to her at here.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't being so unreasonable. You're not wrong but I'm just keep blaming you're &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still the one who used to be, I never change my attitude for being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;For what I had done, what I had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Could you just forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Because I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese test make my mind stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-8286776164712035624?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-same.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941191913122250802.post-1597397204311175574</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T01:20:12.056+10:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;你我之间那段情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的好脾气&lt;br /&gt;让我心情坏不起来&lt;br /&gt;因为你总是给那种很开心地感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时得你气到我&lt;br /&gt;你的道歉&lt;br /&gt;听着听着我都快要笑出来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上没有什么事&lt;br /&gt;能够如此的绝对&lt;br /&gt;可是我和你却拥有那种绝对在一起&lt;br /&gt;的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这个彩色的世界&lt;br /&gt;有你我才会存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941191913122250802-1597397204311175574?l=put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://put-your-hands-up.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashley)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>