<?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-17982895</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:29:49.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:: i love bambi ::</title><subtitle type='html'>* i love tarot
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* i love you:]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113746421566745529</id><published>2006-01-02T13:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:16:55.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""misssssssssssssss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just come back from Hong Kong from less than 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;but I am now planning to go back to Hong Kong during the sem break.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so good to be in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is way cheaper in Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it suits people who like to shop, especially we girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do a lot of shopping when I go back to Hong Kong, clothes, cosmetic products, perfume and so many other things I have to buy.&lt;br /&gt;It is a kind of relief to do shopping.&lt;br /&gt;You feel so happy when you see something beautiful and of course,&lt;br /&gt;you will be happier if you can own it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here in sydney is relatively more expensive and less trendy I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be a good girl of my parents’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I should go back to Hong Kong as I can spend money with a higher value there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, and the most important thing is that my family is in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;They always give me largest support when I am sad and give me warmest welcome when I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad, I really want to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me come back, or maybe you can come visit me in Sydney. Ok?&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/17982895-113746421566745529?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113746421566745529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113746421566745529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113746421566745529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113746421566745529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2006/01/misssssssssssssss.html' title='&quot;&quot;misssssssssssssss...'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113625601121652666</id><published>2005-12-02T13:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:49:13.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""harry potter:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/1849/weasley3ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/1849/weasley3ww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: Currently watching: Harry Potter and the Globet of Fire ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_oliver and james phelps_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are soooooooooooooooooooooo lovelyyyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;love themmmmmmmmm so much:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it &lt;strong&gt;TWICEEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Twice. We watched &lt;strong&gt;*harry potter*&lt;/strong&gt; non-stop for 6 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;um..i would rate the film 8 out of 10....&lt;br /&gt;its actually pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;[although i kept complaining when i was watching it for the first time]&lt;br /&gt;at least its much much much better than the third one&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that the plot is a bit different from the book...&lt;br /&gt;still...i enjoyed it sooooo much:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:: spoiler hereeeee&gt;&gt;dun read it if you havent read the book nor the film neither:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene of quidditch world cup was quite impressiveeee,&lt;br /&gt;i even had goosebumps when the crowds cheered for both the national quidditch teammm&lt;br /&gt;but i was just disappointed as there wasnt any quidditch match shown in the filmmmm&lt;br /&gt;also i dun really appreciate the acting and reaction of professor Dumbledore...&lt;br /&gt;he didnt look wise and calm in the filmmm...&lt;br /&gt;his reaction was a bit too much when harry turned out to be the fourth championnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;and cedric..well..not really good looking as the book mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's just the problem of my personal taste...&lt;br /&gt;but i did cry a bit when he dieddd....&lt;br /&gt;especially when i saw amos cheered happily when harry came back with cedric's death body....&lt;br /&gt;the rita skeeter in the movie was quite the same as my imaginationmine is a bit fatterrrr though...&lt;br /&gt;anywayy...the director did choose a right person to play this roleee...&lt;br /&gt;plus how come hogwarts shrank?&lt;br /&gt;there were less and less students and the great hall was so small&lt;br /&gt;it was completely different from the first and second one.&lt;br /&gt;and the castle became so darkkk in the thrid and fourth movieee...&lt;br /&gt;welll...i prefer the former much much much moreeee..&lt;br /&gt;harry looked much better in the film than in the posters...&lt;br /&gt;i found him actually quite cute except his double chinnn&lt;br /&gt;and honestly i really love ron's dress robee...&lt;br /&gt;it really looks good on himmmm hahahaha:p&lt;br /&gt;needless to sayyyyyyy_&lt;strong&gt;FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt; were stunning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so glad that there were a lot more shots of them in the fourth movieeeee:]&lt;br /&gt;they are realllyyyy so cuteeee !!&lt;br /&gt;in fact the film did miss out a lot of important details of the bookkkk...&lt;br /&gt;i doubted if people who havent read the book would understand the filmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy...its a MUST WATCH FILM for everyonee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahah...hyperactive meeee:p&lt;/span&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/17982895-113625601121652666?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113625601121652666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113625601121652666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113625601121652666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113625601121652666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/12/harry-potter.html' title='&quot;&quot;harry potter:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113331158756557936</id><published>2005-11-30T10:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:13:38.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""george best</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/3889/best205peterrobinsone4xi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/3889/best205peterrobinsone4xi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: George Best ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, I know nothing about him.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love soccer,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how good his skill was in playing soccer and how popular he was.&lt;br /&gt;His death doesn't bring me any grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why on earth I created a blog for a person who is so distantly related to me?&lt;br /&gt;It is because George Best, one of the greatest soccer players of all time, died of ill health owing to decades of alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholism, a term which is closely related and familiar to me,&lt;br /&gt;As my dad is also a alcoholic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks a lots.&lt;br /&gt;From early in the morning to midnight, his hands hardly leave hold of cans of beer.&lt;br /&gt;But he never gets drunk no matter how much beer he drinks.&lt;br /&gt;He even substitutes beer for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I asked him before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, why do you like drinking beer so much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because drinking beer gives me a motivation to work harder."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why beer has such an attraction for him.&lt;br /&gt;I can just deduce that he keeps drinking because it is his only way to relax himself as he is too busy to have other wholesome pastime.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know he shoulders a heavy burden.&lt;br /&gt;He is the only source of income in my family.&lt;br /&gt;He has to work extra hard to ensure we can enjoy a comfortable life.&lt;br /&gt;If drinking beer can lessen his pressure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;But what about his own health?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he worry about himself?&lt;br /&gt;He really drinks too much.&lt;br /&gt;After all he is no longer a lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to convince him to quit drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I ended it with a failure.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I am just so worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;I fear the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the courage to imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;Even a tiny bit of thought about it is enough to give me a shiver.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, can you please listen to us for one time,&lt;br /&gt;Just once, the only once, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL LOVE YOU OUR BELOVED DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE LOVE YOURSELF JUST AS YOU LOVE US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/17982895-113331158756557936?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113331158756557936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113331158756557936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113331158756557936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113331158756557936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-best.html' title='&quot;&quot;george best'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113317204466751666</id><published>2005-11-27T20:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:53:25.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""my dearest dad:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/125/joe2ro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/125/joe2ro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: Currently watching: Meet Joe Black ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do if you know that you are going to die?&lt;br /&gt;To do something spectacular?&lt;br /&gt;To stay with your family or friends?&lt;br /&gt;To go to somewhere you haven't been to before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would ring round all my beloved friends to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; and spend all my time with my dearest family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; to my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I DO LOVE MY FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I never do it to my family.&lt;br /&gt;It should be a easy task, shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Not even have the courage to write &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; in the birthday cards for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact I am quite close with my sisters and mum, but not my dad.&lt;br /&gt;We rarely talked with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we chat, our topics will be confined to some casual topics, such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when is your exam?"&lt;br /&gt;"don't impose too much pressure on yourself"&lt;br /&gt;"tell mum if you need anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always very busy.&lt;br /&gt;He has to wake up very early in the morning, but come back late at night.&lt;br /&gt;When he comes back home, he is always so tired that the only thing he wants to do is to lie on his comfortable bed and watch TV with a can of beer in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is worse off after I came to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;He never have time to ring me up.&lt;br /&gt;And I never have the initiative to call him.&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, I haven't talked to him since I have been here, which is a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Meet Joe Black,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so scared and worried suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of challenges and uncertainty as I have said before.&lt;br /&gt;Things might not happen at our will.&lt;br /&gt;So I have to cherish every moment and every opportunity that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU DAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for working so hard to provide such a good environment for me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me your tender love and care.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And drink less beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU MY DEAR DAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113317204466751666?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113317204466751666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113317204466751666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317204466751666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317204466751666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dearest-dad.html' title='&quot;&quot;my dearest dad:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113317318913836777</id><published>2005-11-25T21:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:34:35.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""finally...:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/9852/fa33733e7mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/9852/fa33733e7mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:: Decoration outside Peninsula Hong Kong ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it is a bit too early,&lt;br /&gt;but I am so happy that finally...&lt;br /&gt;Finally Christmas is here.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in all the shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's a festival of LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;At x'mas, you will feel that you are surrounded by laughters, warmth and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is all around you:]&lt;br /&gt;As Billy Mack said in the film Love Actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Christmas is the time to be with the people you love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So share your love with the people you love!&lt;br /&gt;They are not necessarily your boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;They can be your beloved family, your friends or even your teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Show them your care and love by giving them a call or sending a card to them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Even an sms will do.&lt;br /&gt;You will be suprised how much happiness you can get from this actions:]&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/17982895-113317318913836777?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113317318913836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113317318913836777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317318913836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317318913836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='&quot;&quot;finally...:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113317106826348965</id><published>2005-11-22T18:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:55:50.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""secrets and lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/2485/sec8qw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: Secrets and Lies ::&lt;br /&gt;_directed by Mike Leigh_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched this film during my english literature lesson when I was still in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, it is really a boring movie.&lt;br /&gt;And even up till now, I still can't get why is it such a famous film which was nominated for heaps of prizes in the Academy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;What I can remember about this movie is a comment made by my teacher, ms moodley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If one has to keep a secret from the others, he/she might has to tell another lie in order to hide his/her secrets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it sad?&lt;br /&gt;If everyone has their own secrets, does it mean that everyone has to tell lies to others?&lt;br /&gt;So what about those people who have a lot of secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Do they have to tell tons of lies in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that they forget what they had said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this is the case of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;Not until I have come to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I left my dear family and my beloved friends who I have been knowing since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I came to Australia by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is new, but not appealing.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is a completely different world.&lt;br /&gt;It's a world full of uncertainty and insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to hide myself from others.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, feeling, and my real self.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tried not to tell lies, but at the same time I would not tell the truth neither.&lt;br /&gt;What I want is just to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am a coward.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of getting hurt or being disapproved by others.&lt;br /&gt;But when I do not tell others the truths, my real thought, am I undermining our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Creating unhappiness to others is the last thing I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;So does it imply that meanwhile, I am inflicting unhappiness on myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met too many strange people in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;People who are so different from those I met before.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems that they came from Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I don't want them to hold a grudge against me.&lt;br /&gt;So am I in the rightful position to hide my real thoughts from them?&lt;br /&gt;So does it matter if I do not tell the truth to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does matter.&lt;br /&gt;The older I grow, the more secrets I hide.&lt;br /&gt;I found that it becomes more and more difficult for me to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I really trust and can be relied on.&lt;br /&gt;Friends that I can speak to openly without any restrictions or fear.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the reality or is it just my problem?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to open up myself more?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any right and wrong for this?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!!&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Become so sentimental suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I should not be so negative and grey!&lt;br /&gt;Life is always full of suprises and challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate is in our hands:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113317106826348965?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113317106826348965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113317106826348965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317106826348965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113317106826348965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/secrets-and-lies.html' title='&quot;&quot;secrets and lies'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113256660211287249</id><published>2005-11-20T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:37:24.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""the graduate:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/1152/amg192101460116170mx.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/1152/amg192101460116170mx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;currently watching: The Graduate (1968)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film was released long before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;But my mum recommended this to me several weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it's one of her favourites.&lt;br /&gt;She said it was really a big hit when she was still a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;And she watched this film with her first lover, the puppy-love-type.&lt;br /&gt;She went on with all her experience in her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;The Beetles, Grease, and her love life.&lt;br /&gt;My mum rarely spoke so much about her past.&lt;br /&gt;Though she doesn't work, she is always so busy.&lt;br /&gt;Busies with the housework, my dad's company's works and all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;We seldom have an opportunity to have a heart-to-heart chat, about me, and about herself.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore her past is always a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;How did she meet my dad?&lt;br /&gt;How did they fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;How did dad propose to her?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. And she never tells me.&lt;br /&gt;But THE GRADUATE, bridge the distance between me and her.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a young mama visualised in front of me, smiling and singing merrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Dustin Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Benjamin Braddock.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. The Graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113256660211287249?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113256660211287249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113256660211287249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256660211287249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256660211287249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/graduate.html' title='&quot;&quot;the graduate:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113256728801196665</id><published>2005-11-18T20:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:37:41.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""corpse bride:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7363/onesheet9vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7363/onesheet9vu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;currenly watching: corpse bride (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't deny that I was intrigued by this film for no other other reason than its resemblance to "the Nightmare's before Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I found that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Corpse Bride" is no "The Nightmare before Christmas", though the character design is very "nightmare" in feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the world of Corpse Bride is fascinating and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Burton spent a great deal of time in developing and setting the characters to make them to be flawless.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he neglected the most important element of film - plot.&lt;br /&gt;The plot is too weak and lack of freshness and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's sudden of heart regarding Victoria was not satisfactorily introduced and explained.&lt;br /&gt;And the film is only 75 minutes long, which leave you with the desire of wanting more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a whole, "Corpse Bride" is a vivid reminder of "The Nightmare Before Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is Tim Burton just as you expect him.&lt;br /&gt;But don't expect too much from the film!&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/17982895-113256728801196665?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113256728801196665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113256728801196665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256728801196665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256728801196665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/corpse-bride.html' title='&quot;&quot;corpse bride:|'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113255878495544242</id><published>2005-11-17T17:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:37:07.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""the trilogy:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/2865/theatricalposter9ic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6699;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/2865/theatricalposter9ic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently reading: Lord of the Rings - The fellowship of the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have watched the LOTR's movie trilogy for several times.&lt;br /&gt;But I never have the courage to start reading the book version because of its difficult vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dead laptop, finally I have the opportunity to read it. (as I have no entertainment except reading)&lt;br /&gt;Actually it isn't too hard as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Bag-end, the Hobbiton, the old forest and Bree all visualised vividly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Thought they are quite different from the movie version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy reading. I love to experience the journey, the adventure with the characters.&lt;br /&gt;I love to free my imagination, to the beautiful world of literature.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, which one should I read/watch first? Film or book?&lt;br /&gt;Should I visit Johnny Depp's chocolate factory first? Or I should meet Roald Rahl's Mr. Wonka first&lt;br /&gt;Should I join the Triwizard Tournament with Daniel Radcliffe or my imaginative Harry?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to Mordor with Peter Jackson's Frodo and Sam, or with the Frodo I knew by heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's really amazing to see all these legend and magical world appear in front of the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;But it's also very disappointing if you find the visualised thing completely different from your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;So, which one should I choose?&lt;br /&gt;Film or book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I love my version of Harry, Cedric and Frodo more than the movie version.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Narnia by myself first before going there with my friends and DISNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113255878495544242?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113255878495544242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113255878495544242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113255878495544242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113255878495544242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/trilogy.html' title='&quot;&quot;the trilogy:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113256469828586098</id><published>2005-11-16T19:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:33:25.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""socceroos rock!!!:]:]:]:]:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8092/14220973171zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8092/14220973171zi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/2343/11080269816rc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/2343/11080269816rc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8092/14220973171zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"This is hopefully only the beginning of the adventure...&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to Germany just to be one of the lightweights...&lt;br /&gt;We plan to make our mark and shock a few people...&lt;br /&gt;Every big tournament produces one team that stands up from out of nowhere and upsets the big boys.&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't that team be us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:: Harry Kewell ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hurray*&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on SOCCEROOS!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on AUSSIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 32 years, Australia is qualified for WORLD CUP 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed today, the 16th November, 2005, would be one of my best memories in Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Australia VS Uruguay ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole city was crowded with people in gold, singing and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;And all people were talking about the world cup 2006 qualifier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I love soccer because my parents love soccer.&lt;br /&gt;But I never imagined I would be part of this big event.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the gold australian polo-shirt, to support the SOCCEROOS!&lt;br /&gt;I cheered for the socceroos, whilst I joined the crowd of shouting "Uruguay, you are gay".&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Telstra Stadium with my friends even though we didn't have the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the match outside the stadium with approximately a thousand people.&lt;br /&gt;It was freezing but the chilly wind didnt cool our excitement.&lt;br /&gt;We screamed. We sang. We cheered. We jumped . We prayed.&lt;br /&gt;All people on the grass had the same wish -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BEAT URUGUAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our wish was fulfiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUSTRALIA WAS QUALIFIED FOR THE WORLD CUP 2006!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Socceroos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the match:&lt;br /&gt;HARRY KEWELL and MARK SCHWARZER.&lt;br /&gt;They did a really good job!!!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Kewell is really cute!&lt;br /&gt;He is the coolest person in Australia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Though I like him with short hair more:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I saw a naked man running in the street.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I felt like I had become an Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;for a day only!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/17982895-113256469828586098?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113256469828586098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113256469828586098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256469828586098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113256469828586098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/socceroos-rock.html' title='&quot;&quot;socceroos rock!!!:]:]:]:]:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113196102791899272</id><published>2005-11-14T19:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:36:41.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""the road not taken:[</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/6952/road5tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/6952/road5tb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: by Robert Frost::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year.&lt;br /&gt;I have been here for a year.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I always think about is studying in Aus a correct choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. studying abroad is my dream since I was small.&lt;br /&gt;I want to broaden my views, to improve my English, to be more independent and to experience something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am here.&lt;br /&gt;I am here to realise my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I should feel contented.&lt;br /&gt;I should not complain.&lt;br /&gt;This is my choice, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;This is my dream, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dearest buddies.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I feel sad or bad when I am in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like part of myself is missing.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of loss is really depressing and unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;I need your support.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I imagined what would "the road not taken" be like.&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a better choice for me?&lt;br /&gt;Would I feel happier and more satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I would endure far less pain if i stayed in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;But is it really a wise choice to stay in Hong Kong?&lt;br /&gt;I doubted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i chose to study in Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;I probably would regret not treasuring the opportunity of studying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;If i chose to study in Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;I would not have any chance to learn to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a bit contradicting, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;The road not taken is always fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;It provides people with room for imagination, allow people to envisage the future that you can never see.&lt;br /&gt;But WHAT'S DONE IS DONE.&lt;br /&gt;No one know which option is the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather I should say there is no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can tell is that you have to experience it by yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST ROAD FOR YOU IS THE ROAD THAT YOU HAVE CHOSEN.&lt;br /&gt;MATE, love and enjoy your life!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113196102791899272?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113196102791899272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113196102791899272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113196102791899272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113196102791899272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-not-taken.html' title='&quot;&quot;the road not taken:['/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113195279668546703</id><published>2005-11-11T18:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:39:18.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""my old days:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/1376/fa8f6be00qz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/1376/fa8f6be00qz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: my precious buddies :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dearest friends, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I miss our old days.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day we each made a wish on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wished we all could be happy and carefree foreverYou wished we all could find a decent boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You wished we all could have a bright future.&lt;br /&gt;You wished we all could realise our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And I wished we could be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether all these wishes will be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;What I can tell is that at least the last one will come true.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a wish. It's a fact. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL BE FRIENDS FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113195279668546703?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113195279668546703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113195279668546703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113195279668546703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113195279668546703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-old-days.html' title='&quot;&quot;my old days:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113194422280234421</id><published>2005-11-10T15:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:40:59.120+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""i love japan:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/9122/tokyojihenshuraba5fv.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img416.imageshack.us/img416/9122/tokyojihenshuraba5fv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[[ Tokyo Jihen's latest single - Shuraba ]]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Japanese songs.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't understand completely what they are about.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly music is a medium to deliver message, to convey feeling or to express opinion.&lt;br /&gt;But the point is I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;So does it mean that Japanese music lose its function to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth I like music which I don't know what they are about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird. Ain't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I STILL LIKE THEM. NO MATTER WHAT THEY ARE ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;To me, they have already served their functions - to provide comfort and entertainment to me. That's enough.&lt;br /&gt;At least that's enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113194422280234421?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113194422280234421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113194422280234421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113194422280234421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113194422280234421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-japan.html' title='&quot;&quot;i love japan:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113137543453648239</id><published>2005-11-06T01:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:41:12.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""my dearest friends:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/9514/fbad44b63op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/9514/fbad44b63op.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss my old days.&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/17982895-113137543453648239?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113137543453648239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113137543453648239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113137543453648239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113137543453648239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dearest-friends.html' title='&quot;&quot;my dearest friends:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113137281548911389</id><published>2005-11-05T00:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:43:45.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""my favourite:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img500.imageshack.us/img500/3708/emmawatson250mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img500.imageshack.us/img500/3708/emmawatson250mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:: Currently reading: Harry Potter and the Globet of Fire ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have nothing to do without my laptop,&lt;br /&gt;So I started re-reading Harry Potter and the Globet of Fire once again as a preparation for the movie coming in a month time.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the new characters - Cedric, Cho, Rita Seeker, etc.&lt;br /&gt;(though they look completely different from my imagination on the pics in the official website), how will the Triwizard Tournament and the yule ball turn out to be, esp. Ron's dress robe, how you-know-who will be like, and of course, FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY who i like most:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come on, 1st Dec, can you please come faster? &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/17982895-113137281548911389?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113137281548911389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113137281548911389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113137281548911389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113137281548911389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite.html' title='&quot;&quot;my favourite:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113136095302950235</id><published>2005-11-04T21:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:16:53.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""a nice friday:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img471.imageshack.us/img471/5765/emilyrose14ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="203" alt="" src="http://img471.imageshack.us/img471/5765/emilyrose14ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday - it's time for us to relax and try some good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt; with tingting* michael and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;Not really scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;(Though the all-of-a-sudden sound did frighten me off)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I expected too much from this film because I havent watched &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Exorist&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would at least be able to scare me out of bed for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BUT I WAS WRONG - I WAS SO DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a courtroom drama with serveral flashbacks to the demonic possessions of Emily Rose than a thriller.&lt;br /&gt;The whole film's just built upon so-called cliche scenes and classic plots that every thriller have.&lt;br /&gt;Well, watch it if you have money to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dine at &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PANCAKES ON THE ROCKS&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Pork Ribs with wedges.&lt;br /&gt;Thai Chicken in Crepes.&lt;br /&gt;Fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;Banana pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I dine at there, I still think it's the best restaurant in Sydney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only flaw today was that I forgot to attend the graduation ceremony...sob sob&gt;&lt;&gt;&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/17982895-113136095302950235?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113136095302950235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113136095302950235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113136095302950235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113136095302950235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/nice-friday.html' title='&quot;&quot;a nice friday:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113136068711459814</id><published>2005-11-03T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:28:37.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""please dont leave me:[</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/7267/e073dq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/7267/e073dq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Please don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;You're just back two weeks ago and you left once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to cheer me up when i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to entertain me when i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to accompany me when i have to stay up late to finish my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to bring love to me, from the other side of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;You're gone now.&lt;br /&gt;And I am alone once again.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my laptop:[&lt;br /&gt;&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/17982895-113136068711459814?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113136068711459814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113136068711459814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113136068711459814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113136068711459814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-dont-leave-me.html' title='&quot;&quot;please dont leave me:['/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113135973951409032</id><published>2005-10-31T21:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:37:21.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""halloween:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;My second Halloween in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;There is no celebration.&lt;br /&gt;There is no trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;There is no dress-up party.&lt;br /&gt;There is no devil or angel walking on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Halloween, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113135973951409032?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113135973951409032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113135973951409032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113135973951409032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113135973951409032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='&quot;&quot;halloween:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113081370775929703</id><published>2005-10-29T13:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:09:56.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""happy birthday to my beloved sister:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img499.imageshack.us/img499/7233/ernie1cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://img499.imageshack.us/img499/7233/ernie1cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A little picture for my dearest sister JUN.&lt;br /&gt;This is her favourite doll - Ernie in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;She likes it for years, though I still can't get why she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;She is already 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god - this reminds me how old I am.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer the little girl who always stick together with me.&lt;br /&gt;She starts to go out with her friends, to hide her secrets from me, to talk to me in a rude way...&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for a 15-year-old girl, right?&lt;br /&gt;But how come i feel sad and lonely?&lt;br /&gt;I want her to listen to me, to share her feeling with me and to stay around me as she used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I should be able to understand her feeling because I EXPERIENCED THE SAME THINGS AS SHE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was in her age,&lt;br /&gt;I was rebellious. I thought i had already grown up and I wanted to be independent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hated obeying orders given by my parents and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with others in a what-I-thought-was-cool way.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends without notifying dad and mum.&lt;br /&gt;I bullied my sisters when they didnt listen to me and did what i expected them to do.&lt;br /&gt;That's what a 15-year-old girl should be.&lt;br /&gt;I know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I know she wants to tackle all the problems by herself.&lt;br /&gt;I know she doesnt like listening to her sister's advice.&lt;br /&gt;I know she likes to have her own social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, I know all that.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I am too stubborn. Or bossy i should say&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, wish you have the sweetest birthday you ever have:]&lt;br /&gt;Love ya*&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/17982895-113081370775929703?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113081370775929703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113081370775929703' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113081370775929703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113081370775929703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-my-beloved-sister.html' title='&quot;&quot;happy birthday to my beloved sister:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113043199192705028</id><published>2005-10-28T02:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:18:30.873+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""smile*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hurray* all problems are solvedddd:] my laptop is formatted... n all the softwares are re-installed.... :] so happy:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i downloaded the new version of msn messenger...(well...i know it has been released two months ago but still...it's new to me since i hv been disconnected with this ever-changing virtual world for two monthsssssss)the new function of sending voice msg is splendid!!!! i spent my whole evening playing with ittttt... wt u need to do is to hv a microphone... n when u press the button, ur voice will be recorded n sent to the recipients:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its quite difficult to deliver our msg to others through words...i mean...we can modify our words, our language..WORDS CAN BE DECEPTIVE!!! but through our own voice... we can feel the warmth...tone.. and emotion of the speakers....i dun mean ppl wont tell lies when they are speaking...what i mean is that i can see and feel more of someone when i hear their voices...the real-self of themmm...yes...i like the closeness brought about by voices...i like being mentally close with someone..i feel extremely warm and touched when i talked with my dearest family and friends... my spirit lifted whenever i received calls from my mum..my sisters... and friendssss...yeahhhh...u are my spiritual supporttt...i love you alllllllll:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113043199192705028?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113043199192705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113043199192705028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113043199192705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113043199192705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/10/smile.html' title='&quot;&quot;smile*'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113028645468806750</id><published>2005-10-26T10:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:18:16.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""how come!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;im so frustrated with this weblog thingggg...i still cant figure out y my entries only appear in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleyat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;http://littleyat.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; but not in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littleyat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.littleyat.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;... can anyone help meeeeeeeeee????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17982895-113028645468806750?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113028645468806750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113028645468806750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113028645468806750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113028645468806750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-come.html' title='&quot;&quot;how come!?'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17982895.post-113021352242893530</id><published>2005-10-25T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:15:55.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>""it's back:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant believe i have endured a whole semester break without a laptop... well....it wasnt too bad though.. maybe its kinda good opportunity for me to do sth unusual... like doing houseworks when my room wasnt reli in a mess, writing letters and drawing cards for my old friends, or going to bed before two, which it never happened when i had my laptop with me, providing plenty of entertainments to me that just kept me out of bed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its quite amazing to see how computers hv become an essential part of our life...its just like an necessity...one will feel uncomfortable or insecure when you dun have it with u..well...i dunno if everybody has the same feeling as me...at least i do feel soooo... i feel "complete" when my laptop is besides me even i hv nth to do with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway...my laptop is finally backkkkk...thz michael for bringing it back to me...n now...i am "full" again:]&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/17982895-113021352242893530?l=littleyat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleyat.blogspot.com/feeds/113021352242893530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17982895&amp;postID=113021352242893530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17982895/posts/default/113021352242893530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you:]'/><author><name>yat*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523947317674541498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9460/fbad418a4tl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
