<?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-31362811</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:12:40.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fefe's Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-6712754844666211168</id><published>2007-02-01T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:17:39.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="JA"&gt;劃出句號&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:PMingLiU;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;今天我重遊舊地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:PMingLiU;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;不是因為我想念你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:PMingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;過去的惡夢己醒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:PMingLiU;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;只想在此劃上句號&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:PMingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昔日愁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;淚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;已搾乾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;幸福笑容今天取代&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凝望沒變的一切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;細嘗如昔美味食品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不其然淡言一笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;原來我再不念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:SimSun;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;你了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝願咭或許會借鴿飛洋傳送&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Batang;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回郵地址卻願留空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒必要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不在意你會回覆與否&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" face="&amp;quot;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只在意為我生命小冊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="JA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終能補劃那一完整句號&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-6712754844666211168?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6712754844666211168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=6712754844666211168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/6712754844666211168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/6712754844666211168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-3485952324508645710</id><published>2006-11-22T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:34:20.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/period.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/period.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Dying Hope of A "Footstop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An old proclaim of love&lt;br /&gt;No “footstop” forever lock&lt;br /&gt;An old plateau of love&lt;br /&gt;Filled with womb-dead seeds to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proclaim of Love long been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Plateau of Love long been deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once green pasture perhaps here still&lt;br /&gt;Once promised love thou shall here not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He the black horse in his life&lt;br /&gt;He the black curse in my life&lt;br /&gt;Dare not to re-met in God’s sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Re-step never thy old plateau&lt;br /&gt;Only if thou is allowed to pay a toll&lt;br /&gt;Cross over to the other side of century old&lt;br /&gt;Intent staying long surely no&lt;br /&gt;All thou want is to put a “footstop” to that hole&lt;br /&gt;So the once immortal soul&lt;br /&gt;End following by the chapter finally closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-3485952324508645710?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3485952324508645710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=3485952324508645710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3485952324508645710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3485952324508645710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/dying-hope-of-footstop-old-proclaim-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-6876121887160221254</id><published>2006-10-20T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:48:45.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/forbiddenlove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/forbiddenlove1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forbidden Love&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangle in an untangle net&lt;br /&gt;Forbid in a forbidden pad&lt;br /&gt;Autumn breeze blown&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves flown&lt;br /&gt;Years and years gone unknown&lt;br /&gt;Spring seed sown&lt;br /&gt;Spring bloom grown&lt;br /&gt;Years and years gone unknown&lt;br /&gt;In the untangle net thornbirds bet&lt;br /&gt;Would one day forbidden pad crack&lt;br /&gt;Love deck sack&lt;br /&gt;Lust bed cramp&lt;br /&gt;Till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon God not to condemn&lt;br /&gt;for temptation thrú birth could only content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-6876121887160221254?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6876121887160221254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=6876121887160221254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/6876121887160221254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/6876121887160221254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-love-tangle-in-untangle-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-1182300075148434078</id><published>2006-10-02T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:50:49.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a Quick Thought of Love&lt;/span&gt;&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;When there is life&lt;br /&gt;there is love&lt;br /&gt;where there is love&lt;br /&gt;there is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love brings hatred&lt;br /&gt;Hatred implies love&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Forth and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a circle&lt;br /&gt;Love is definitely the center point&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how life is twisted and turned&lt;br /&gt;It still comes back to that center point&lt;br /&gt;A point of haunting love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-1182300075148434078?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1182300075148434078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=1182300075148434078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/1182300075148434078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/1182300075148434078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-quick-thought-of-love-when-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-4994146511426401433</id><published>2006-09-28T13:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:18:48.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/autumn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/autumn1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;An Autumn Hymn&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;br /&gt;Silently autumn breeze creeping in&lt;br /&gt;Softly awakening my tranquil dream&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing my sleepy eyes I see grace runneth over HIS realm&lt;br /&gt;From the day I learned to sin&lt;br /&gt;GOD has not stopped loving me ever since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was chasing the fiery orange beam&lt;br /&gt;Furiously bursting out of the heaven- earth seam&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollably I scream&lt;br /&gt;That old me has finally turned dim&lt;br /&gt;I could now stand high n' glorify with hymns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though four seasons might playfully hide&lt;br /&gt;HIS love n' grace everywhere it lies&lt;br /&gt;To this day shall I ever dare to deny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-4994146511426401433?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4994146511426401433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=4994146511426401433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/4994146511426401433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/4994146511426401433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/autumn-hymn-silently-autumn-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-377312284035261617</id><published>2006-09-26T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:27:58.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/openmkt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/openmkt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nightmare in A Market&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;Was it a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I still care?&lt;br /&gt;Invade my dream he dare&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the famous pair&lt;br /&gt;Cried to my father could I hide where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a market I confused&lt;br /&gt;Heavy heart dropped to my heel&lt;br /&gt;He said I loved you still&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I fought to climb that emotional hill&lt;br /&gt;One step up but four steps fell&lt;br /&gt;Three crowded in a small place would be like living in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running into you was no fairytale&lt;br /&gt;You said sit down n' listen to your tale&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second I rebel&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you still have to take her home - I inhale&lt;br /&gt;Silent Yes sucked my soul out n' totalled me in pale&lt;br /&gt;Care less heart kicked me to the very inner hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the transform perhaps I could still sell&lt;br /&gt;The idea of youthful heart was the ultimate bale&lt;br /&gt;After the transform no longer could I still tell&lt;br /&gt;The innocent soul continued to prevail&lt;br /&gt;God has once given me a free bail&lt;br /&gt;How dare I sway n' forget about self-help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by a dream)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-377312284035261617?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/377312284035261617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=377312284035261617' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/cliff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/cliff.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;The Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling memorias obscure in mind&lt;br /&gt;Suppress but don't let it die&lt;br /&gt;As you may toss it to a side&lt;br /&gt;All you need is to release it in careful style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine beauty sopping through cautious wording pile&lt;br /&gt;It is your choice to make it kind&lt;br /&gt;Evil seed permitted not to creep nor shine&lt;br /&gt;After all how easy to be on the verge of a fine line&lt;br /&gt;one step wrong&lt;br /&gt;Only could picture being alive&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't GOD already given you an extra life&lt;br /&gt;Beware and be good to your new-found life&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;Another step wrong&lt;br /&gt;Only could lead you to buring fire&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't you seen hell once with your eye open wide&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful and be civil to your hard-earned pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word/song amateur please meticulously walk thy line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-6467575257621348760?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6467575257621348760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=6467575257621348760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/400/poem_thewordstohim.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31362811-8808637106584031093?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8808637106584031093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=8808637106584031093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8808637106584031093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8808637106584031093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-8171991857140578628</id><published>2006-09-11T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:28:31.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/groundzero.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/groundzero.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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;A Poem for 911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the absolute evil&lt;br /&gt;On that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the underlying good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place&lt;br /&gt;I once called it my second home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once tried to leave it all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old wounds gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life moves on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the images of that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still haunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey back though is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll due back with a more uplifting song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For through devil I see God no wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrying us through darkness for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I once again lean onto fence of ground zero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll once again see the evil soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day when I once again walk the line of fallen hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll once again see the goodness soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never stop calling it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not just leave it all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-8171991857140578628?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8171991857140578628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=8171991857140578628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8171991857140578628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8171991857140578628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/poem-for-911-on-that-day-i-see-absolute.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-2088938586009906742</id><published>2006-09-08T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:50:29.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nameless Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A room flooded with know-it-all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tunnel light and exit neither nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brainwave ripples death encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manic laughters become cure-it-all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-2088938586009906742?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2088938586009906742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=2088938586009906742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/2088938586009906742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/2088938586009906742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Said But... I Said But.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dinning table of love&lt;br /&gt;I know I am in full-fledged luck&lt;br /&gt;I looked up&lt;br /&gt;in your baby blue eyes I see heroic guts&lt;br /&gt;head over heel someone who's clumsy and nut&lt;br /&gt;You said but&lt;br /&gt;She's as sweet as a honey bun&lt;br /&gt;Each bite gives me love more than a bunch&lt;br /&gt;I said but&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be as old as a shrunken peanut&lt;br /&gt;Each day give you eye pleasure close to none&lt;br /&gt;You said but&lt;br /&gt;I love my silly Mrs. Nut&lt;br /&gt;Till the earth turns into mud&lt;br /&gt;Till the sky withered by overflowing snow punch&lt;br /&gt;I would then piggyride my honey bun&lt;br /&gt;Slowly yet steady walking through every single bump&lt;br /&gt;Even when my sorry toes got numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-3753536894179165260?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3753536894179165260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=3753536894179165260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3753536894179165260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3753536894179165260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-said-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackboard style nine to five&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Suffocate till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called window at front side&lt;br /&gt;Give me no air in fish-tank style&lt;br /&gt;my brain cry&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts sign&lt;br /&gt;shuffle me no light in no-return pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspire&lt;br /&gt;Mercilessly deny&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pierce with electrial wire&lt;br /&gt;Ashes me with fierce fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bury me alive&lt;br /&gt;Though my body dies&lt;br /&gt;My inspire could climb&lt;br /&gt;Out of the deep pile&lt;br /&gt;Into the invisible sky&lt;br /&gt;Or go along&lt;br /&gt;With roaring tide&lt;br /&gt;As nature would guide&lt;br /&gt;I could&lt;br /&gt;At last free to roam wide&lt;br /&gt;In the four-dimension time&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely weave a web that has life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-8558368655862262968?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8558368655862262968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=8558368655862262968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8558368655862262968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/8558368655862262968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/web-of-life-blackboard-style-nine-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-3283595457191024547</id><published>2006-08-25T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:45:28.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/fog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/320/fog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&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;You once gave me hell&lt;br /&gt;Now you arn't even pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your "choice"&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a better choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wasteful with you&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderful without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;Your body is out&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of a cult&lt;br /&gt;waving at me shout&lt;br /&gt;come back baby come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice O Choice&lt;br /&gt;It's now my choice&lt;br /&gt;I "mood li choi" (ignore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;who let me go&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;who broke my soul&lt;br /&gt;I beg&lt;br /&gt;once with no soul&lt;br /&gt;You're so cold&lt;br /&gt;Only the words "No"&lt;br /&gt;destroy my whole&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;I erased my old soul&lt;br /&gt;I dressed in new sew&lt;br /&gt;in this new ho ho ho&lt;br /&gt;came down to So Ho&lt;br /&gt;See you burn in hole&lt;br /&gt;White smoke cover you whole&lt;br /&gt;I approach no&lt;br /&gt;I rescue no&lt;br /&gt;for my old soul&lt;br /&gt;gone down with you in that hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-3283595457191024547?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3283595457191024547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=3283595457191024547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3283595457191024547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/3283595457191024547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/white-smoke-you-once-gave-me-hell-now.html' 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0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have forgotten so much&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have so much yet to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have so many unspoken ties with&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have broken so many ties&lt;br /&gt;a place where I have so many ties yet to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where my heart had once been captured&lt;br /&gt;a place where my heart had once been broken&lt;br /&gt;a place where my heart had once again been captured&lt;br /&gt;a place where my heart had once again been broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where I felt complete&lt;br /&gt;a place where I felt loneliness&lt;br /&gt;a place where I felt understanding&lt;br /&gt;a place where I felt confusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where I used to long to go&lt;br /&gt;a place where I now avoid to go&lt;br /&gt;a place where I used to have a purpose to go&lt;br /&gt;a place where I now see no purpose to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever been back to New York Chinatown?&lt;br /&gt;Anwers lie beneath my soul&lt;br /&gt;Wheather one day I wil go&lt;br /&gt;Or never will I go&lt;br /&gt;New York Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;a place where I always know&lt;br /&gt;and will never say no&lt;br /&gt;to a place where my soul&lt;br /&gt;could be whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-6611735869758974047?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6611735869758974047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Fefe)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/poem1_flowerheartlearning_sm400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/poem1_flowerheartlearning_sm400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-2593632886317093445?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2593632886317093445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=2593632886317093445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/SamanthaLam.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/SamanthaLam.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/SamanthaLam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/SamanthaLam2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Lyrics as Beautiful as Poems - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;林志美 Timeless Song Picks (by Fefe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 雨夜鋼琴(Blue Mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;作詞：林振強　作曲：宇崎竜童　編曲：鮑比達&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鋼琴呆坐玻璃窗後看兩絲　微涼是這寂寥午夜時&lt;br /&gt;我彈琴望雨　不經意地再奏出一首老調子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鋼琴仍在欣賞窗外細雨絲　從來未理鍵盤有淚兒&lt;br /&gt;鋼琴似不知當天你　像我那般喜歡這調子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微雨裡　琴聲中　憑淚珠打拍子&lt;br /&gt;人已去　樓空空　流淚已沒有意思&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　彷似質問　問情緣為何盡變做遺憾&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　邊愛邊恨　恨情人仍留在心傷我心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鋼琴仍在欣賞窗外細雨絲　從來未理鍵盤有淚兒&lt;br /&gt;鋼琴似不知當天你　像我那般喜歡這調子&lt;a href="http://mojim.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你和誰在今宵倚著看雨絲　和誰互訴熱情說話兒&lt;br /&gt;我仍然在奏　即使你是聽不到此首老調子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微雨裡　琴聲中　憑淚珠打拍子&lt;br /&gt;人已去　樓空空　流淚已沒有意思&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　彷似質問　問情緣為何盡變做遺憾&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　邊愛邊恨　恨情人仍留在心傷我心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　彷似質問　問情緣為何盡變做遺憾&lt;br /&gt;激憤敲琴　邊愛邊恨　恨情人仍留在心傷我心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 偶遇(Seaside Mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：李雅桑　編曲：鮑比達&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;風　帶著微笑輕吹&lt;br /&gt;天空裡雲偶遇　難忘是當天你&lt;br /&gt;那默然的相醉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心　印下微笑的影&lt;br /&gt;天天去回味　迷人是一剎那&lt;br /&gt;再回頭已是沒法追&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看著看著你來來去去&lt;br /&gt;彷似彷似彩雲散聚&lt;a href="http://mojim.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪日才可　哪日才許&lt;br /&gt;再共你相遇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要是以後有緣能見你&lt;br /&gt;今天一切都成往事&lt;br /&gt;會是如歌　會是如詩&lt;br /&gt;怕沒法遇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. 初戀(Mad Mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：村下孝藏　編曲：郭小霖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛戀沒經驗　今天初發現&lt;br /&gt;遙遙共他見一面　那份快樂太新鮮&lt;br /&gt;我一夜失眠　影子心裡現&lt;br /&gt;問為何共他見一面　美麗印象似初戀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;默默望著是　默默望著那目光似電&lt;br /&gt;那剎那接觸　已令我倒顛&lt;br /&gt;分分鐘都盼　望跟他見面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;默默地守侯亦從來沒怨&lt;br /&gt;分分鐘都渴望　與他相見&lt;br /&gt;在路上碰著亦樂上幾天&lt;br /&gt;輕快的感覺飄上面&lt;br /&gt;可愛的一個初戀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. 新宿物語&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：林振強　作曲：桐ケ谷仁　編曲：鮑比達特別　跨刀：郭小霖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;別又再情深凝視　教我心亂了拍子&lt;br /&gt;話別你　殊不容易　我已暗中哭萬次&lt;br /&gt;日後你如果懷念　這遠方異國女子&lt;br /&gt;望望這藍色信紙　看看信中此十數字：&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know when I smile again, or find another love so true,&lt;br /&gt;I only know l won't forget the night, and you in Shijuku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日後你如不懷念　這遠方異國女子&lt;br /&gt;便讓那藍色信紙　跌進雨中洗掉往事&lt;br /&gt;(獨白)：究竟係邊個安排，兩個唔同背景、唔同國籍陌生人相遇、相愛、然後分手?&lt;br /&gt;如果呢D係浪漫，點解要結束? 如果呢D係痛苦，點解又要開始？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回首見你未停高呼　列車偏偏繼續駛去　我在車中孤單回顧&lt;br /&gt;The night and you in Shinjuku,When time stood still for me and you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. 感情的段落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：周啟生　編曲：周啟生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人聲似浪帶浪向我淹來　而你獨冷漠冷得深似海&lt;br /&gt;微風貼著你額角兩邊過　何以于思滿腮&lt;br /&gt;曾經我日夕盼你歸來　而你獨冷傲看那滄海&lt;br /&gt;如若你願意獵取我的愛　何須將心掩蓋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾經我日夕盼你歸來　而你獨冷傲看那滄海&lt;br /&gt;如若你願意獵取我的愛　何須等三數蛓&lt;br /&gt;陽光暗淡處易佈上菁苔　蘆葦盛兩岸也須多灌溉&lt;br /&gt;誰謂歲月鍛鍊了真的愛　時候當不可再&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mojim.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫忘莫忘是期待痛楚　數著日子過&lt;br /&gt;讓我在我夢裡鎖起了　歲月深閨飄過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陽光暗淡處易佈上菁苔　蘆葦盛兩岸也須多灌溉&lt;br /&gt;誰謂歲月鍛鍊了真的愛　人事總會變改&lt;br /&gt;曾經我在那夜半里醒來　重看往日信箋的記載&lt;br /&gt;無須太著意地看每一句　人事都不可再&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. 甚麼是緣份&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：顧家輝　編曲：顧家輝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緣份不可轉贈&lt;br /&gt;緣份到一起結伴行&lt;br /&gt;緣份喜作弄人&lt;br /&gt;如緣盡縱不願都要分&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緣份好似機會&lt;br /&gt;原沒法刻意地尋&lt;br /&gt;凡事不可解釋&lt;br /&gt;就稱做緣份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甚麼是愛? 甚麼叫恨?&lt;br /&gt;每一種感觸　在心內印&lt;br /&gt;合則是愛　離則有恨&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏不曉得　甚麼是緣份?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. 情人路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：周啟生　編曲：周啟生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相識相分　因擾多少有情人&lt;br /&gt;情路充滿愛和恨&lt;br /&gt;柔情相獻　曾經心印心&lt;br /&gt;回頭視作陌路人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得不到　不要緊　世間儘多有情人&lt;br /&gt;毋用將愛變成恨&lt;br /&gt;無緣相愛　無謂細問原因&lt;br /&gt;毋用癡心補裂痕&lt;a href="http://mojim.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;請放心　更休傷心　在愛的路途繼續行.&lt;br /&gt;請愛惜　完美的一顆愛心　等待情人將真心印&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相識相分　愛的足跡繼續尋&lt;br /&gt;離合終要說緣份&lt;br /&gt;情人走過　留下了怨和恩&lt;br /&gt;留下歡欣與淚痕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8. 你的眼神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：鄭國江　作曲：蘇來　編曲：周啟生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淡淡然掠過　神祕又美麗&lt;br /&gt;它恍似驟來的雨&lt;br /&gt;我也難自禁抬頭看你&lt;br /&gt;你偏將心事瞞住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算默然不語　我都深深記住&lt;br /&gt;因你的眼神　使我心裡著迷　啊&lt;br /&gt;已將我心輕輕的留住&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-1681628639487486436?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1681628639487486436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=1681628639487486436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/1681628639487486436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/1681628639487486436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/lyrics-as-beautiful-as-poems-timeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-2428763212701402650</id><published>2006-08-15T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:13:04.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/Buffalo_Graduate_family1_blkwht_sm250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/Buffalo_Graduate_family1_blkwht_sm250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Such Love Such Memory Exists No More - How Regretful it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MingLiU;font-size:180%;"  &gt;這樣情景難再見&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MingLiU;font-size:180%;"  &gt;非常遺憾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We used to be very close&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk over phone&lt;br /&gt;We used to make each other whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You used to make me laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;You used to care about me what's up&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell me everything that was suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to find out how life had been treating you&lt;br /&gt;I used to shield dangers for you&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very proud of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things changed with only silent warnings&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know those were warnings&lt;br /&gt;Yet I didn't give up seeking you out&lt;br /&gt;Yet I didn't give up asking your about&lt;br /&gt;Yet I didn't give up showering you with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I got the warnings&lt;br /&gt;I know those were no more warnings&lt;br /&gt;Yet I haven't given up caring your life&lt;br /&gt;Yet I haven't given up giving you hope&lt;br /&gt;Yet I haven't given up forgiving you with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;we are now  in two separate place&lt;br /&gt;we are now parted by unspoken pain&lt;br /&gt;we are now  driven by no action pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pushed us to this point&lt;br /&gt;What I have done wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you forget my love&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all&lt;br /&gt;we still have unbreakable tie&lt;br /&gt;Not even blood can untie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we used to be will always be&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much you want to untie&lt;br /&gt;Not till the day we die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-2428763212701402650?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2428763212701402650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=2428763212701402650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/2428763212701402650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/2428763212701402650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/such-love-such-memory-exists-no-more_1574.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115558756765360894</id><published>2006-08-14T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:35:14.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Old%20Me_29_blur_sm_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/Old%20Me_29_blur_sm_300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;After All.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what he's been up to during all these years&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really care about his well-beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to know I am living happily ever after without him&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really care to share my happiness with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask him if he had ever loved me&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really care about that anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if he still keeps my stuff&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really need him to keep my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to face him again and tell him my love for him was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really need to hurt him like that to make myself feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see him one last time&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I really need to do that to close a chapter of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I really want?&lt;br /&gt;No the question should be&lt;br /&gt;Is he really worthy for me to contemplate after all?&lt;br /&gt;After all he had done to me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had hurt me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had used me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had insulted me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had belittled me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had be so mean to me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had be so cruel to me&lt;br /&gt;After all he had treated me like dirt&lt;br /&gt;After all he had left me with complete loneliness&lt;br /&gt;After all he had thought of no one's but his own desires&lt;br /&gt;After all he didn't even care enough to pull me away from sheer dangers&lt;br /&gt;After all he just stood on a sidewalk and laughted at me as I was almost killed by roaring traffic&lt;br /&gt;After all he took away all of my material belongings and left me with absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;But most of all he took away my only pride and soul&lt;br /&gt;I once walked with no pride&lt;br /&gt;I once walked with no soul&lt;br /&gt;I ended up destroying myself by allowing others to destroy me&lt;br /&gt;I once was robbed with bare hands&lt;br /&gt;I once was humiliated with cruel souls&lt;br /&gt;I ended up becoming contented by refusing feeling pain from being robbed and humiliated&lt;br /&gt;He once destroyed my identity&lt;br /&gt;He once destroyed my self-respect&lt;br /&gt;I ended up walking with a dead soul&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately&lt;br /&gt;I got my pride back&lt;br /&gt;I got my soul back&lt;br /&gt;I got my identity back&lt;br /&gt;I got my self-respect back&lt;br /&gt;So my question is&lt;br /&gt;Do I still want to re-visit the "death valley" that once almost destroyed me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it worthy for me to "re-kindle" those dark times just for the sake of "revenge"?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is&lt;br /&gt;Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;For he is so unworthy to be even wandering in the back of my mind after all!&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting him after all is the best method of revenge&lt;br /&gt;like he has never existed&lt;br /&gt;after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115558756765360894?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115558756765360894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115558756765360894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115558756765360894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115558756765360894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115513472255608562</id><published>2006-08-09T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:16:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/peaktreamtrack1_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/peaktreamtrack1_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Few Turning Points in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four major turning points in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was when I turned 19.&lt;br /&gt;The second one was when I turned 26.&lt;br /&gt;The third one was when I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;The forth one was when I turned 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 19, I left my family, friends, and my homeland (Hong Kong)  and flew thousand miles away by myself to the great America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 26, I was separated and getting divorce from my ex-husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 30, I ended a three-year relationship with a boy/man in a very ugly term and started my soul-searching journey completely on my own.  And I found the "way" to life and my view and perception of life was changed completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 35, I finally found true love and got married with the most wonderful man I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is interesting because it is never a straight road.  It is the different turns, both predictably and unpredictably, make life fascinating and never dull.  I adore life, depsite how many bruises and bumps I got while I was making those turns in life.  Everytime I was forced to make a turn, I learnt something new in life.  I learnt that I could have taken a different route so I could avoid making turns.  Life is never a straight road all the way.  However, if I can learn from turns I made in life and ensure myself to make the same turn twice, I could be making my road of life a bit strighter than I would have otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is interesting and life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115513472255608562?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115513472255608562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115513472255608562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115513472255608562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115513472255608562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-few-turning-points-in-life-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115505945597492557</id><published>2006-08-08T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:16:46.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  wrap="" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saying Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 說再見&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;確真不容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a recent electronic mail (e-mail) communication back and forth between myself and a colleague who recently submitted his resignation.  I particuarly want to post it here because every word written in these emails contains heavy heart.  It is not easy to say goodbye to anyone and is surely not easy to say goodbye to good people.  I understand his saddness for leaving his current position for another position.  I understand his background and how much passion he has and still will have with the program that he has been involving in and running for so many years.  Well, everyone will have to move on at some points in life.  It's inevitable.  I guess we'll have to accept this harsh reality.  I do wish him nothing but the best because he is a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emails below starts with the most recent response from either one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Victor!  We are all foot soldiers here.  But we are more&lt;br /&gt;than willing to be high standard foot soldiers because we know who will&lt;br /&gt;benefit if we win the war.  Thanks for your passion and commitments to&lt;br /&gt;the program.  I know even though you will not be directly working for&lt;br /&gt;the Program, you will still doing all the "behind-the-scene" works to&lt;br /&gt;benefit this Program any way you could.  For that, we thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate your words below.  I think that you know how much&lt;br /&gt;the program has meant to me over the years and a large part of those&lt;br /&gt;feelings are due to working with you and our other colleagues.  Rita and&lt;br /&gt;you have set the standard, I was just a foot soldier...I am sure that my&lt;br /&gt;replacement will have the same zeal, if not more, that I have for the&lt;br /&gt;program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, congratulations again on your new marriage.  I wish you and&lt;br /&gt;your new husband nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Victor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to hide my emotions.  I feel sad learning that you are&lt;br /&gt;leaving.  You have done tremendous work for the Pre-College Program for&lt;br /&gt;such a long time.  You have demonstrated what the true meanings of&lt;br /&gt;dedication and hard work are.  You have shown us through actions what a&lt;br /&gt;true leader should be.  Your presence and sense of humor light up the&lt;br /&gt;whole room every time and allow us to have so much fun while we are&lt;br /&gt;working hard for the Program.  You will be greatly missed and we will&lt;br /&gt;have to learn to adjust our lives with the Pre-College Program without&lt;br /&gt;you.  However, I want to wholeheartedly congratulate you on your new&lt;br /&gt;position.  I wish you nothing but the very best in your new venture.  I&lt;br /&gt;also look forward to working with you in your new position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit sad but I am very happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="moz-txt-sig"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="moz-txt-citetags"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mack, Victor wrote:&lt;span class="moz-txt-citetags"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with a heavy heart that I inform you of my resignation as the&lt;br /&gt;Pre-College Coordinator for the Center for Mathematics, Science, and&lt;br /&gt;Technology Education at UNC Charlotte.  I have accepted the Dean's offer to become the Director of Educational Outreach for the College of Education effective September 1.  My official last day as Pre-College Coordinator will be August 31.  For the past 10 years, the Center and the North Carolina Mathematics Science Education Network (NC-MSEN) have provided me countless opportunities for professional growth and service to the Charlotte-Mecklenburg community.  The professionals associated with each of these organizations I owe a debt of gratitude that can never be fully repaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an honor and a privilege to serve with you all.  I look forward to working with you in my new capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Mack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="moz-txt-citetags"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115505945597492557?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115505945597492557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115505945597492557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115505945597492557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115505945597492557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/saying-goodbye-below-is-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115462217940995386</id><published>2006-08-03T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:57:18.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Old%20Me_53_Aliceinthewonderland2_sm300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 162px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/Old%20Me_53_Aliceinthewonderland2_sm300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;My First Year College Life in Buffalo, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I set foot on American soil&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was home away from home&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was completely on my own&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was surrounded by people looked nothing like me&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stepped on a foreign university campus&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw snow&lt;br /&gt;The firt time I walked on snow up to my knee&lt;br /&gt;The first time I hid behind a small brick gate so my tender face would not be slided in half by the blizzard&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wish I knew how to drive&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wish I had a car&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt so stand out in a classroom&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wish I did not look so alien among others&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wish I listened to my parents and study harder for my English communication skills back home&lt;br /&gt;The first time I lived in library day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt I could be starved to death if I did not cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;The first time I learnt to do laundry in a public place&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt I was totally responsible to each action I took&lt;br /&gt;The first time I missed my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;The first time I cried because I was homesick&lt;br /&gt;The first time I experienced the hardship due to lack of money&lt;br /&gt;The first time I forced myself to bite my lips, stop crying, and move on&lt;br /&gt;The first time I knew I was no longer a child&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was out of the greenhouse and stepped into the real world&lt;br /&gt;The first time I had to grow up&lt;br /&gt;The first time I told myself to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Both physically and mentally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115462217940995386?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115462217940995386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115462217940995386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115462217940995386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115462217940995386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-year-college-life-in-buffalo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115453334690298380</id><published>2006-08-02T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:56:09.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/loving%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/200/loving%20couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thoughts on Successful Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether a marriage works or not is all depended on how the couple reacts and deals with certain events during the course of marriage.  We have to understand each other's weaknesses and learn  to forgive and forget.  We have to find an amusing way to look at and deal with each other's weaknesses and faults sometimes too.  Slow to angry and learn to apologize as quickly as possible are also great ways to start the lesson of "Marriage 101."  Advanced course of marriage would ask us to learn to love unconditionally.  It is no doubt easy to be said than done.  But only if we can truly forgive and forget, as well as love each other unconditionally, our marriages could have a chance to have success.  "And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love." (1 Corinthians 13:13)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115453334690298380?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115453334690298380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115453334690298380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115453334690298380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115453334690298380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-on-successful-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115411132799148671</id><published>2006-07-28T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:28:48.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/1600/Old%20Me_37_casino_sm250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 169px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3835/3828/200/Old%20Me_37_casino_sm250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that day when we first met&lt;br /&gt;It's that day when we first kiss&lt;br /&gt;It's that day when you first sing to me&lt;br /&gt;It's that day when you first say sar ron say yo to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that night when we first count stars together&lt;br /&gt;It's that night when we first dance under moonlight&lt;br /&gt;It's that night when you first played guitar to me&lt;br /&gt;It's that night when you first say Wou Ai Li to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;In that private cabin&lt;br /&gt;we glorified love&lt;br /&gt;with our body and soul&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that bustling casino floor&lt;br /&gt;In that dashling Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;we accentuated love&lt;br /&gt;with our heart and spirit&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that little lighter you gave me&lt;br /&gt;my heart was on fire&lt;br /&gt;It's that silver dog tag you gave me&lt;br /&gt;my soul was captured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that rainy night&lt;br /&gt;our souls were naked&lt;br /&gt;It's that unreserved request&lt;br /&gt;our desires became raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that unexpected instant message&lt;br /&gt;my peace was uprooted&lt;br /&gt;It's that unprepared phone call&lt;br /&gt;my soul was shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that shocking evening&lt;br /&gt;In that ghastly moment&lt;br /&gt;my world was stopped&lt;br /&gt;my heart was snapped&lt;br /&gt;with the cruelest way&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that lonely highway&lt;br /&gt;In that familar TA&lt;br /&gt;my senses were lost&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were looking away&lt;br /&gt;with the heaviest spirit&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those uncontrollable tears&lt;br /&gt;my heart was flooded&lt;br /&gt;It's those unbearable agonies&lt;br /&gt;my soul was burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all began on that day we first&lt;br /&gt;It's all began on that night we first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" href="http://www.trumptaj.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115411132799148671?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115411132799148671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115411132799148671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115411132799148671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115411132799148671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/its.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115402269768839336</id><published>2006-07-27T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:51:37.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/ferry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/200/ferry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:MingLiU;font-size:18;"  &gt;昨夜的渡輪上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Georgia;font-size:18;"  &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;This is a song I sang at a singing contest when I was in high school. This is a folk song and I was seriously drawn to it because of the lyrics. Although I did not win that contest, the lyrics of this song have never left me since then. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MingLiU;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MingLiU;color:black;"  &gt;昨夜的渡輪上　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:MingLiU;color:black;"  &gt;李炳文&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 34, 34);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;　曲：林功信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 34, 34);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;　詞：馮德基&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 34, 34);font-family:MingLiU;" &gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;夜渡欄河再倚　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;北風我迎頭再遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;動盪如這海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;城在兩岸凝神對視&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;霓虹伴著舞姿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;當酒醉如同不知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;日後望這方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;醉中一切無從掀抓住&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;渡輪上　懷念你說生如戰士&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;披戰衣　滿載清醒再次開始&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;莫問豪情似痴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;今天醉倒狂笑易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;夜盡露曙光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;甦醒何妨從頭開始&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MingLiU;"&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was leaning on a fence of a ferr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;y sailing across the harbor of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Strong wind is blowing forcefully onto my forehead from the north&lt;br /&gt;It is as turbulent as the sea&lt;br /&gt;But the two island shores are just staring at each other quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon light from both island shores becomes the dance partners of the strong wind&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit drunk and seem losing some of my bearings&lt;br /&gt;If one day I happen to look back to this direction&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can grab it tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this ferry, I remember you once said to live like a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Wear the armor, be sober, and start it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask why I have such crazy heroic feelings&lt;br /&gt;After all I found myself laugh so widely in this drunken night&lt;br /&gt;There will be a crack of dawn when this night ends&lt;br /&gt;But then I wouldn't know where to start when I am sober again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated by Fefe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always hopeless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There will be a crack of dawn even when dark night ends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the same tokens, there is always light at the end of a tunnel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though it's not easy to go through darkness by yourself, if we can be strong and stay awake, we will come to the end of tunnel and see the light eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115402269768839336?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115402269768839336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115402269768839336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115402269768839336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115402269768839336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-song-i-sang-at-singing-contest_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115401774863733549</id><published>2006-07-27T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:37:56.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/I%20have%20a%20Date%20with%20Spring.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/I%20have%20a%20Date%20with%20Spring.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我和春天有個&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;約&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;會歌詞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is one of my all-time favorite Chinese Songs.  I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和春天有個約會 - 劉雅麗&lt;br /&gt;曲︰鍾志榮&lt;br /&gt;詞︰鍾志榮&lt;br /&gt;編︰溫浩傑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜闌人靜處　響起了一訣幽幽的SAXAPHONE&lt;br /&gt;牽起了愁懷於心深處&lt;br /&gt;夜闌人靜處　當聽到這一訣幽幽的SAXAPHONE&lt;br /&gt;想起你茫然於漆黑夜半&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在這晚星月迷濛　盼再看到你瞼容&lt;br /&gt;在這晚思念無窮　心中感覺似沒法操縱&lt;br /&gt;想終有日我面對你　交低我內裡情濃&lt;br /&gt;春風有日會為你跟我重逢吹送&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜闌人靜處　當天際星與月漸漸流動&lt;br /&gt;感觸有如潮水般洶湧&lt;br /&gt;若是情未凍　請跟我哼這幽幽的SAXAPHONE&lt;br /&gt;於今晚柔柔的想我入夢中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜闌人靜處　當天際星與月漸漸流動&lt;br /&gt;感觸有如潮水般洶湧&lt;br /&gt;若是情未凍　請跟我哼這幽幽的SAXAPHONE&lt;br /&gt;它可以柔柔將真愛為你送&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若是情未凍　始終相信我倆與春天有個約會&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A DATE WITH SPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet night somewhere there are some sad saxaphone tunes&lt;br /&gt;The sad tunes stir up the saddness buried deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet night when I hear those sad saxaphone tunes&lt;br /&gt;I remember your feeling of lost lingering in this midnight darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wish I could see your face through the hazy moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Tonigth I have countless thoughts and my deep feelings are out of control&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could face you one day and hand over all of my strong feelings to you&lt;br /&gt;The spring bleeze will bring us back together one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet night when stars and moon are slowly moving through the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are as if roaring tides&lt;br /&gt;If my love for you has not turned cold please let me humph this sad saxaphone tune&lt;br /&gt;And let's these sad tunes softly bring me into your dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quiet night when stars and moon are slowly moving through the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are as if roaring tides&lt;br /&gt;If my love for you has not turned cold please let me humph this sad saxaphone tune&lt;br /&gt;The sad tunes can softly bring my true love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love for you has not turned cold I believe we will have a date with the spring one day&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A DATE WITH SPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated by Fefe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this web site &lt;a href="http://blog.webs-tv.net/anitalin/article/315117"&gt;http://blog.webs-tv.net/anitalin/article/315117&lt;/a&gt; to learn about the story behind this beautiful song and to hear the tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautifully sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115401774863733549?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115401774863733549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115401774863733549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115401774863733549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115401774863733549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-one-of-my-all-time-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115401232170022875</id><published>2006-07-27T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:05:22.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/madonna10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/madonna10.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this girl at work who would miss at least 2 out of 5 working days every week.  I have not seen her working for a whole full week ever.  Every time she would have a name for her illness as an excuse for sick leave.  I called it an excuse because if she really is sick as she said she was, she got to be completely fell apart by now. I bet she visited webmd.com every day and look up a different name of illness you can use for her next excuse for calling in sick.  The names of illness that she has been using so far including (but not limited to) headache, pink eyes, ear infection, soar throat, cold, chest pain, stomach ache, back ache, and the most recent one, urine infection.  Since she has been using names of illness all the way from head to upper body to lower body, may be the name for her next illness will be something related to her leg or toes.  It pisses me most is that she could get away from it.  I don't know how.  May be she thinks she is a pre-Madonna so she doesn't give a s**t what other people think and does whatever she likes.  Crazy huh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115401232170022875?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115401232170022875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115401232170022875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115401232170022875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115401232170022875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/pre-madonna-type-of-girl-i-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115394753040131873</id><published>2006-07-26T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:02:36.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Turning Point - To Be Continued (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I kept journals.  I have collected over 15 journals during my teenagers, college, and early young adult years.  I used to have so much to write, so much to complain, and so much to share.  I, however, haven't written  a single journal in the past five or six years.  Six years ago, I went through some kinds of self-realization and self-awakening processes.  Since then, I was a changed person.  I used to be very melancholy and unhappy.  I blamed on many things such as having to leave home at young age and live in a foreign country thousand miles away all by myself.  I blamed on bad luck followed me like haunted ghost and made me encounter bad relationships one after another.  I once saw no hope that I lost the purpose of living.  My spirit was so crushed that it hit beyond the rock bottom.  I cried almost every night.  I looked at the four empty walls and my lonely soul and couldn't help but cried.  Then one afternoon, I came home after work and cried again because I was so lonely.  When my tears finally dried out, I suddenly command myself that crap feeling needed to be stopped.  Of course, I had no clue how I could do that at that moment.  The next day, I hung out at a local Barnes and Noble and was wandering around the "self-help" session.  All the sudden, I saw a book named "The Tao of Inner Peace."  I was initially drawn by the word "inner peace."  The truth is that the teachngs from that book had literally changed my life - my entire perspective of life.  It was like a God-sent enlightenment.  What kind of enlightenment?  I will share with you soon.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115394753040131873?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115394753040131873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115394753040131873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115394753040131873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115394753040131873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-turning-point-to-be-continued-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115393906604293127</id><published>2006-07-26T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:37:46.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;What do you think of having Plan B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was blogging someone's post about not wanting to have plan B because she fears that by having plan B to fall back to, she would never work hard enough to make plan A works.  She also said that since she loves life so much that even there would be difficulties and failures in life, she would still hold on to plan A and plan A only.  This is my response to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful to love life. Why shouldn't we? We only have one and really don't know how long it lasts until it ends. Life is full of sufferings and pain but yet is filled with happiness and laughers. That makes life so interesting and unique. If we have never gone through sufferings and pain, we will never understand how great to be happy and to laugh. I go through life with one important concept. If I am at the bottom of my spirit and going through the toughest time of my life, I don't give up hope because I believe there is always light at the end of a dark tunnel. Life, afterall, is a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a plan B girl and may be that's why I am not successful. I do not like to feel hopeless when things are not going my way. In B school, we call that contingency planning. I am a planner. I plan everything. I guess it's because I want to be still in control when my plan A is not working. If I have tried everything I could for plan A and it's still not working, I will feel better if I have a plan B to try. That is just my personal opinion. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115393906604293127?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115393906604293127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115393906604293127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115393906604293127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115393906604293127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-do-you-think-of-having-plan-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115351366100119606</id><published>2006-07-21T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:20:12.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/dreamatnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/dreamatnight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Old Poem 2 - The Dream&lt;/span&gt;&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;I could see him&lt;br /&gt;laying half naked&lt;br /&gt;on  a upper bump bed&lt;br /&gt;with his eyes closed carelessly&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him&lt;br /&gt;Snoring quite peacefully&lt;br /&gt;like a quiet sleeping baby&lt;br /&gt;in a creamy colored tent&lt;br /&gt;many long-to-go-home men&lt;br /&gt;It's a  place called B.O.S.N.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday early morning&lt;br /&gt;peakig through the white blinds&lt;br /&gt;still at dawn outside&lt;br /&gt;I climbed over you warm body&lt;br /&gt;down onto the bone-chilling floor&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but to turn my head&lt;br /&gt;glazing at you&lt;br /&gt;your half naked body&lt;br /&gt;your eyes're closed carelessly&lt;br /&gt;a smile cracked through your baby cheeks&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but to softly said in your ears&lt;br /&gt;baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;I glazed&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop glazing&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't glaz at you no more now&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't smile at you no more now&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say how much I love you softly in your ears no more now&lt;br /&gt;only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;only in my visions&lt;br /&gt;It's still sweet&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a baby&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone&lt;br /&gt;gone with the dream&lt;br /&gt;I still long to touch&lt;br /&gt;I still long to kiss&lt;br /&gt;I still long to love&lt;br /&gt;Let's not the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;Let's not the vision fades&lt;br /&gt;fussy but struggling&lt;br /&gt;struggling to reach&lt;br /&gt;reach the unreachable&lt;br /&gt;for beauty only exists in the unreachable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115351366100119606?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115351366100119606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115351366100119606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351366100119606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351366100119606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-old-poem-2-dream-i-could-see-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115351208697978908</id><published>2006-07-21T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:01:26.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/starry-night-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/starry-night-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My Old Poem 1 - Reaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch my arms&lt;br /&gt;longing to reach the stars&lt;br /&gt;Stretch my heart&lt;br /&gt;longing to reach thy love&lt;br /&gt;Stretch, stretch, and stretch&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be that far&lt;br /&gt;a voice I could hear&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;for they are far"&lt;br /&gt;I care not&lt;br /&gt;though my arms hurt&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;Reach, reach, and reach&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;when one wants somethig so bad&lt;br /&gt;to give up?&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't!&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;I grab the stars&lt;br /&gt;I grab thy love&lt;br /&gt;till they are&lt;br /&gt;up close and possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115351208697978908?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115351208697978908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115351208697978908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351208697978908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351208697978908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-old-poem-1-reaching-stretch-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115351105823607980</id><published>2006-07-21T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:48:31.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/bridge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/bridge2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;我愛徐志摩的詩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;徐志摩 is my favorite Chinese poet.  I love his poems.  I particularly love two of his famous poems.  I have attached a web link for most of his poems below.  Please feel free to check it out.  I have also copied and pasted those two favorite poems of his below.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;偶然&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是天空裡的一片雲 偶爾投影在你的波心&lt;br /&gt;你不必訝異 更無須歡喜 在轉瞬間消滅了蹤影&lt;br /&gt;你我相逢在黑夜的海上 你有你的　我有我的方向&lt;br /&gt;你記得也好 最好你忘掉 在這交會時互放的光亮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;再別康橋&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輕輕的我走了，正如我輕輕的來；&lt;br /&gt;我輕輕的招手，作別西天的雲彩。&lt;br /&gt;那河畔的金柳，是夕陽中的新娘；&lt;br /&gt;波光裏的艷影，在我的心頭蕩漾。&lt;br /&gt;軟泥上的青荇，油油的在水底招搖：&lt;br /&gt;在康河的柔波裏，我甘心做一條水草！&lt;br /&gt;那榆蔭下的一潭，不是清泉，是天上虹。&lt;br /&gt;揉碎在浮藻間，沉澱著彩虹似的夢。&lt;br /&gt;尋夢？撐一支長篙，向青草更青處漫溯。&lt;br /&gt;滿載一船星輝，在星輝斑爛裏放歌。&lt;br /&gt;但我不能放歌，悄悄是別離的笙簫；&lt;br /&gt;夏蟲也為我沉默，沉默是今晚的康橋！&lt;br /&gt;悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的來；&lt;br /&gt;我揮一揮衣袖，不帶走一片雲彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://home.educities.edu.tw/f5101231/g4.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115351105823607980?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115351105823607980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115351105823607980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351105823607980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115351105823607980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-my-favorite-chinese-poet.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115333766278786481</id><published>2006-07-19T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:58:32.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/felicia1_opted05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/felicia1_opted05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Job Sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job sucks because I have a suck boss.  I hate to say that but she is selfish, heartless and inconsiderate.  Well, she's the boss so I really have no saying.  I have to listen to her craps and do whatever she told me to do no matter how ridiculous it is.  Well, I am planning to start looking for another job this fall so I can get out of my current suck job no later than next February hopefully.  By that time, my suck job will reach its fifth anniversary.  I should be proud of myself for sticking with this suck job for that long.  I really could have found another job long time ago.  After all, that is what I did in the past.   If I didn't like someone, I left the person. If I didn't like the city, I relocated. If I didn't like the job, I found another one. I had never stayed in one place or job for more than 3 years. But now I prefer not. I like to stay in the same city, hang around with the same people, work at the same place.  I think it's the age thing.  Now I am older and want to be a nester.  I don't even know what nester means in the past until recent years. This such job, however, has been driving me to the edge for so long that I really couldn't be a nester for this job. Leaving this suck job is surely not a hasty decision.  As a matter of fact, it is a well thought-out plan.  Anyhow, all I need to do now is to avoid unnecessary confrontations, continue to work hard on my assignments, but not to voluntee any additional tasks that the damn boss will deny compensating me.  Making me using my sick leaves as compensation for my overtime works.  Only a damn boss can do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any justice in the world, can someone please enlight me by showing me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115333766278786481?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115333766278786481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115333766278786481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115333766278786481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115333766278786481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-job-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31362811.post-115333303139175324</id><published>2006-07-19T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:57:36.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Feef_bday06_1-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/320/Feef_bday06_1-sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankful Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I woke up, I smile and thank God for loving me.  I am a Christian but don't go to church.  I just love and believe in GOD.  I know He loves me even I am so not deserved to be loved.  He has never left me and is always there for me especially when I need Him most.  Lately I thank Him a lot for my husband.  He is truly a God-sent.  Considering all the sins and mistakes that I had intentionally and unintentionally committed in the past, God still forgives me and loves me.  The fact that I have both GOD and my husband, how can I say I am not a lucky woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31362811-115333303139175324?l=fefethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115333303139175324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31362811&amp;postID=115333303139175324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115333303139175324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31362811/posts/default/115333303139175324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fefethoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/thankful-me-everyday-i-woke-up-i-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Fefe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123187570725160721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/3391/1600/Fe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
