<?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-7453144652178858306</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:04:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind's</title><subtitle type='html'>♥Star</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-8249829335592240663</id><published>2009-10-08T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:27:03.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;Moved to &lt;a href="http://stareyna.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-8249829335592240663?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/8249829335592240663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=8249829335592240663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/8249829335592240663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/8249829335592240663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/10/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>Stareyna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHCTV3nr3vk/TUAY-scA7BI/AAAAAAAANAU/FCK4lQA8zCw/s220/P1050529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-7856884721874034647</id><published>2009-09-30T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:09:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>backed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read some articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus im confused, is there really such things as 2 sides love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love I'm talking about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciations is very different from love, which a lot of couples till now doesn't differentiate it.&lt;br /&gt;Until they realize that they are actually cheating on them and foul mouthing behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciations often led to repaying the kindness and not letting them down. Even though a shoulder to lay. It's different but with a vast complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love. The one who you choose to talk about very personal problems and troubles. You will trust that person with your surrounding. No matter what happens to the person you love, nothing will changed. The one that you will show your true self and being true to yourself. Where honesty occurs. Sad to say, because of temptations, married couples regretted at their late marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some actually don't know or confused is because they are afraid of hurting one of them. And also afraid of losing one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Oftenly, people who claims themselve for loving 2 people at the same times actually don't know what they want and usually are not true to him or herself. Mainly, confused.&lt;br /&gt;Start of the problems are usually being love by someone and loving someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Some facts is, you can love 2 people at the same times but not to be "in love" with 2 at the same time. It's a matter of how you restrict yourself, and how mature you are. Some can be in love with material which actually contain no faults because material does give you the security and fulfillment but have you forgotten the origins of love? Many people are misled through exposure of temptation and betray themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I love two women equally I would choose the one whose values are most similar to mine.  The one who &lt;b&gt;sees the world the same way as I do&lt;/b&gt;.  The one whose dreams and ambitions are compatible with and complementary to mine. With the almost similar thinking. Quarreling is acts an important factor. There is no love without quarrels.  Love is an emotion that comes and goes with the passing of time; one needs to have a sound practical foundation to build a relationship that will last a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is the roots of all evil;&lt;br /&gt;love is the problem of all humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After reading so much through the night. I realise that i actually love you. And is what they called true love. True love will not last, It's like an ice, that will melt unless it is handle at the right temperature. Which is very rare to be found.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i understand that being love by someone and loving someone is different. I hope you can differentiate soon enough. You should know the longer you drag, the damage is deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one time, be harsh and choose. I dont wish to see you, me or him to be hurt any longer.  Baby...&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/7453144652178858306-7856884721874034647?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/7856884721874034647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=7856884721874034647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7856884721874034647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7856884721874034647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/backed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-5782426179445560815</id><published>2009-09-30T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:57:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raining. 3.49 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereby cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... don't want to know so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing so much making me lose trust towards humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted the abilities to read minds. But now, not anymore. It makes you lose all the trust.&lt;br /&gt;A very high price to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-5782426179445560815?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/5782426179445560815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=5782426179445560815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5782426179445560815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5782426179445560815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-7368718693645985371</id><published>2009-09-28T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:24:13.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for baby now. 2 freaking hours already!~ Going her house later. Finally can smell that smelly ass. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml last day of working, and i'm in sony vaio... I'm gonna work my ass offfff, next trip-- THAILAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold 3 today, got the incentives. Not a bad thing leh. Quite easy money. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im want to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;A better life for you and me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES ARE BURNING. F the contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i blogged cus i got nth to do. Oh speaking of  that, AGAIN, A fucking malay make a fool of himself. While surfing net, "ah ah surf porn surf porn. www.food.com blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;i turn around and look at him, just look at him, jitao give a hum face and turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another useless malay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just no malay can prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIAO TOR! pui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-7368718693645985371?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/7368718693645985371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=7368718693645985371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7368718693645985371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7368718693645985371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-im-waiting-for-baby-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-5620497652439533195</id><published>2009-09-26T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:47:28.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the first day, i saw your smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;baby i know it is fate, together forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ask is for a chance to prove i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i ask you why, you said no and hug me cry.&lt;br /&gt;baby i know, how you feel, and decide to clear those past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i know you were hurt, one more chance, just once.&lt;br /&gt;I prove to you that all the past was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never you let go, nor break your heart and make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather die than living without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are happy with him totally,  I won't make you feel miserable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, I will be waiting for you. Till the day my hair turn white and die.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm the only one that will love you till the end...&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/7453144652178858306-5620497652439533195?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/5620497652439533195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=5620497652439533195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5620497652439533195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5620497652439533195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-first-day-i-saw-your-smiling-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-1103398981902125504</id><published>2009-09-24T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:56:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Sony Vaio. Not bad actually, might consider to continue working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm back home. I can feel some warmth. Compared to last time. Actually nothing changed in my house, just that there's the change in me... A little warmth will satisfy me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to soar in the sky high,&lt;br /&gt;without you, i cannot be i.&lt;br /&gt;You once gave me strength,&lt;br /&gt;and now i left with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i asked again,&lt;br /&gt;the strength you gave me then.&lt;br /&gt;Not to soar in sky,&lt;br /&gt;but to watch you up in high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand this.&lt;br /&gt;Love is very powerful. That makes human special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-1103398981902125504?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/1103398981902125504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=1103398981902125504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/1103398981902125504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/1103398981902125504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-6185537405805032447</id><published>2009-09-23T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:09:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ove38quHFW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ove38quHFW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-6185537405805032447?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/6185537405805032447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=6185537405805032447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/6185537405805032447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/6185537405805032447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-278326564821030184</id><published>2009-09-19T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:54:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm very sad. Really very sad. I'm holding on tightly. I hope you can see. I want it to work, as I'm prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't force. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-278326564821030184?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/278326564821030184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=278326564821030184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/278326564821030184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/278326564821030184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-why-when-what-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-5119183572009683939</id><published>2009-09-02T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:45:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MMMMOOOOORRRRNNNIIIINNNGGGG!!!!~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life just suck man. LOL. Nothing around me will happen to be nice. People, things, etc, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey, can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. as long as i'm happy, do whatever i want, don't wanna think so much and life will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really envy some couple sia...&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are meant to be done willingly and automatically, becasue it comes from the heart not for the sake of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you know that something bad is gonna happen and yet you diam diam and let it hurt you. Because you are already tired of correcting the mistake. You just swallow and die slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iknowhowitsfeeltotallyomganditsfatel. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-5119183572009683939?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/5119183572009683939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=5119183572009683939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5119183572009683939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5119183572009683939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/mmmmooooorrrrnnniiiinnngggg-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-5227415450743683254</id><published>2009-09-01T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:12:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in sch. clear my remaining fyp days. haha. Kinda bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging now. Which means i'm utterly bored to the max. DRAGONICA. Thats the only thing in my mind. DOTA.! another. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i saw someone's blog. Then wondering. Why do some ppl keep pushing blames? And don't accept things which is not to advantage to them. Funny. They like living in their world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, this kinda human wouldn't go far. They just couldn't see the problem, don't wanna work it out, and just blame others then rant about it, gets some fake consolation from others and be happy with it.  I felt sorry for em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when thing goes wrong. Who to blame? Others? Or yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i know is, it's almost impossible to change a person. VERY HARD i would say, not entirely impossible. So, when u tried your best, things doesn't work, change yourself. Make it work. Only if you think that it's worthwhile otherwise, dumb. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i did realise my gf doesn't really blog about me anymore, well sometimes she did mention my punny name. lols. kinda sad but accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i remove my tagbox, i dont want any tagged. I just don't want to know or think what other's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Some HUMANs. Not creatures. hahas. Don't know how to draw lines. I mean "draw lines" ya?. (setting a limit). sarcastically, go buy more rulers and eat it. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;uck &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;roject. (ye means you/your)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick up some things that dont belongs to you, and you like it a lot a lot a lot. You thank god for the miracle. But you feel you dont deserve such a good thing in your life cus intially that thing dont belong to you. You did everything to make it worthwhile for the thing you picked up. But you know you are just trying to make yourself feel better. You found the owner, you dont want to let it go. But that thing has 2 owner now... but you dont like to share... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW? *DANG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOKE SMOKE BREAK~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-5227415450743683254?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/5227415450743683254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=5227415450743683254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5227415450743683254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5227415450743683254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-7939264494663938597</id><published>2009-08-31T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:59:34.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reading the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering the real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless.&lt;br /&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/7453144652178858306-7939264494663938597?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/7939264494663938597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=7939264494663938597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7939264494663938597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7939264494663938597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-6565970292495524532</id><published>2009-08-25T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:12:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing you in this stats hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't haven appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i destroy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are in an agony. Give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;I will make you to be happy like how you did in the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is enough to start my day, yet the sun isn't out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have came back. . . knowing you in this stats. . . &lt;br /&gt;Give me strength... i need a lot. a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will smile to you always. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-6565970292495524532?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/6565970292495524532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=6565970292495524532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/6565970292495524532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/6565970292495524532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/08/seeing-you-in-this-stats-hurts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-1970163188179994851</id><published>2009-08-22T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:04:54.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this my life?</title><content type='html'>I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad over relationship, I can turn down anything. Even to the extend of absence from funeral. Am i too serious? Or i take relationship too serious? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share a bit of blood in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a screwed up family.&lt;br /&gt;When i say screwed up, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I do like to hide from others, even pretending i have a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, to me, it's a shame and disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm home, i will be in my room. Fact is, i caged myself in the room. Why again? Cause I don't know what's the real meaning of coming home. To me, I go home bcus i need money and a bed. Otherwise, seeing parents, concern about them or whatsoever... none. Is it very bad? Am i not filial? Up to you people to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;What i can say about myself is, I got a very unhealthy mind... torturing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i found another "home"... &lt;br /&gt;I'm happy... or what? i don't really know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is fucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even god is playing on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i done to deserve all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cheat? I don't kill? I don't steal?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do all the harmful things.. why am i treated this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why just nobody cherish me? Not even my parents...&lt;br /&gt;To others, I'm trash... To me, I'm nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you... I'm what?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last hope, least, final one... seems fading away..&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;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... the corner of the wall is the most cozy place.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's gray and cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness no longer exist... Or to me it's not a word, it's an myth. &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to see it, yet know what it's not possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my life?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-1970163188179994851?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/1970163188179994851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=1970163188179994851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/1970163188179994851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/1970163188179994851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-my-life.html' title='Is this my life?'/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-5827490591031411997</id><published>2009-08-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:35:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE TEH KEXIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED, SLEEP LIAO. GOOD NIGHTS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-5827490591031411997?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/5827490591031411997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=5827490591031411997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5827490591031411997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/5827490591031411997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-teh-kexin-tired-sleep-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-8787611142451945511</id><published>2009-08-18T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:33:17.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Monthsary Baby (:</title><content type='html'>From your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrUlLgOIlC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrUlLgOIlC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Happy 10th Month ♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10th Monthsary wish is for B to continue blogging like he always did. And I wish we can go do volunteer work together for Mutts and Mittens before heading off to Taiwan. Random I know. But I love dogs and cats, do you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Stareyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: Video can only be viewed from B and my Youtube accounts (;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-8787611142451945511?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/8787611142451945511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=8787611142451945511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/8787611142451945511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/8787611142451945511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-10th-monthsary-baby.html' title='Happy 10th Monthsary Baby (:'/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453144652178858306.post-7549075184144547125</id><published>2009-07-23T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:05:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back.&lt;br /&gt;Donkey months since i have updated. &lt;br /&gt;For ppl who reads my blog, like almost none already, surprise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment is a burning oil, that last for 3 months. zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... nth else. I love kexin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453144652178858306-7549075184144547125?l=windity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/feeds/7549075184144547125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453144652178858306&amp;postID=7549075184144547125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7549075184144547125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453144652178858306/posts/default/7549075184144547125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windity.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Alwyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416441831861929798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqZYGswuCQw/StGAlzes3nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gmkcUzRvSRw/S220/IMG00261-20091007-2229.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
