<?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-5521740</id><updated>2012-02-03T01:58:53.097+08:00</updated><category term='Song Lyrics'/><category term='Wing and Emerge 2007'/><category term='SUN'/><category term='Heart of Worship'/><category term='老婆'/><category term='换换爱'/><category term='wei&apos;s 21st birthday'/><category term='李教练'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='尊'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='最爱还是你'/><category term='做自己'/><category term='Easter Celebrations'/><category term='Fahrenheit'/><category term='劉畊宏'/><category term='Chilling out'/><category term='楊丞琳'/><category term='daily encounters'/><category term='S.H.E'/><category term='Play'/><title type='text'>to be aLL tHat You waNt me to Be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>910</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4455920146921917226</id><published>2012-02-03T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:58:53.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weeks, 21 days. But it felt like forever. Feel as though so much has happened but, its only been three weeks. Learning how to deal with life without you, I never knew that it is going to be so hard.You never like to take photos, so this is probably one of the few photos that I have ever taken with you for this 25 years. I wish I could turn back time and "force" you to take more photos with me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4455920146921917226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4455920146921917226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4455920146921917226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-weeks-21-days.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIKT-Pms-9Q/TyrJONQoCEI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ynMrOcEjSCY/s72-c/IMG_7434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-6227500204338913951</id><published>2012-01-30T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:38:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>當我睜開了眼睛　卻沒看見你我才想起　難道你已經離去當我走進了客廳　覺得太安靜我才感到　真的一切變得好冷清就算我努力試著面對　卻還是不知如何相信這一切從今後你不在我身邊誰給我勇氣面對快樂和傷悲真的要開始了自己　這場孤單的旅行走在同樣的生活裡　過不一樣的生命該怎麼開始我自己　這場孤單的旅行你依然住在我心裡　我依然想你: : 孤單旅行 : : 何耀珊 : :I miss you so much!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=6227500204338913951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6227500204338913951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6227500204338913951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3355303228364548774</id><published>2011-12-07T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:59:59.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你引导我 脱离 干旱之地你滋润我微弱不出的心你的荣光照耀着我 让我看见前方的路你的话语 建造了我 让我重新的立是你成全了我 是你找到了我请你不要离开我 请你不要放开我让我能永远与你同行是你成全了我 是你找到了我请你不要离开我 请你不要放开我让我能永远与你同行 与你同行: : 成全 : : 陈威全 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3355303228364548774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3355303228364548774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3355303228364548774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8479075082735566249</id><published>2011-12-01T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:07:30.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Lies Ahead?As the year draws to a close, we think about the year that had gone by in a flash, to some its been a great year, to some others, maybe not. But however you had spent your year, it is over and it is done with. The question now then should be: What lies ahead?Yes, there are things that we wished that we can turn back time and change, but the truth remains- we cant. While it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8479075082735566249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8479075082735566249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8479075082735566249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-lies-ahead-as-year-draws-to-close.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2136229331561698930</id><published>2011-11-03T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:02:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I am staying in a country with four seasons, I think that this is a period of time where I would spend alot of time sitting in front of the window, watching the trees shed their brown leaves and start thinking about life.Perhaps its the time of the year where you begin to realise that the year is coming to an end and you begin to take out that list which you make at the beginning of the year </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2136229331561698930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2136229331561698930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2136229331561698930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-am-staying-in-country-with-four.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5058585792333561316</id><published>2011-11-02T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:13:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你終於 勇敢 牽起我的手你說你愛了我 好久好久我點了頭 緊握你的手然後我們 一起了你說會 帶我 遊整個地球我們要在一起 直到最後有你保護我 心都可放了手已牽了 天更遼闊因為有 你陪 我的世界不再黑我的天空 有你從此不再 亂飛你就是我的 翅膀 陪我到前方讓我學會了 雨和雷後 一定看見彩虹你就是我的 翅膀 帶著我飛翔累了之後 有你為我取暖你讓我更勇敢 更堅強我只希望有你 一直陪在我 身旁: : 翅膀 : : 林依晨 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5058585792333561316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5058585792333561316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5058585792333561316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5239464452492442284</id><published>2011-10-24T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:26:22.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>城市像一座迷宮 但我不服誰說一個人不能走出與你相愛迷糊讓步 到你退出再多分岔路 回憶很清楚我慢慢重組每一天我和我的影子散步 在朋友面前堅持不哭曾經他們和我一樣 相信幸福這一刻孤獨 賴在房裏住我怎麼驅逐怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 少一點自由就變負太多了你說我的關心 是一種束縛怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 再多的微笑也比不上一滴眼淚的苦 無心犯得錯誤每一天我和我的影子散步 在朋友面前堅持不哭曾經他們和我一樣 相信幸福一次的痛哭 換一次領悟我就能走出怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 少一點自由就變負太多了你說我的關心 是一種束縛怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 再多的微笑也比不上一滴眼淚的苦 無心犯得錯誤從一開始的陌生 到後來沉默無聲誰能想像 我們當初愛那麼深想假裝你是路人 想再一次變陌生但我愛過你 我承認怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 少一點自由就變負太多了你說我的關心 是一種束縛怎麼在愛裡微加幸福 再多的微笑也比不上一滴眼淚的苦 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5239464452492442284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5239464452492442284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5239464452492442284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-9211284255957531311</id><published>2011-10-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:36:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>聽你說什麽我都很快樂接近你連影子都微笑著幾千隻紙鶴你都耐心地陪著我折卻怎麼都折不掉那道無形的隔閡越懂你陪著你就越寂寞靈魂那麼美我卻碰不得感覺再熾熱也不能讓飛蛾去撲火靠近你的夢難道就能不失落好朋友只是朋友 還是朋友 不能夠佔有好朋友瘋狂以後 就一個人走 無所求好朋友只是朋友 只能保留 一點點溫柔我知道什麽時候回頭 不打擾你的自由認識你也許我就足夠了緣分的深淺我都不管了可能你感動也看不見我心如刀割哪怕很痛過 至少就不算錯過愛人不是最好的朋友朋友再好也不能牽手感情在天平兩頭 誰都怕太沈重: : 好朋友只是朋友 : : 郁可唯 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=9211284255957531311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9211284255957531311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9211284255957531311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-6705416022050007110</id><published>2011-10-16T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:20:53.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I peer through windowswatch life go by.Dream of tomorrowand wonder whythe past is holding mekeeping life at bay.I wander lost in yesterday.Wanting to flybut scared to try.But if someone like youfound someone like methen suddenlynothing would ever be the same.My heart would take wing and I'd feel so aliveIf someone like you found me.So many secretsI long to share.All I have needed is someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=6705416022050007110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6705416022050007110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6705416022050007110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-peer-through-windows-watch-life-go-by.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8809492004998042947</id><published>2011-09-27T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T03:01:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All of us needs that tranquility and the time with ourselves but the thing is, we seldom get around to doing that. Blame it on the busyness of life, blame it on the many other things that we have to do and "settle" but well, all of us have 24 hours and God is fair in that. So, I guess that would means, what are the things that we are making time for and what are the things that we are not really </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8809492004998042947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8809492004998042947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8809492004998042947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-of-us-needs-that-tranquility-and.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2468117962905805508</id><published>2011-09-22T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:08:11.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Vigilant!</title><summary type='text'>
Keep a cool head. Stay alert. The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Keep your guard up. You're not the only ones plunged into these hard times. It's the same with Christians all over the world. So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won't last forever. It won't be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2468117962905805508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2468117962905805508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2468117962905805508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/be-vigilant.html' title='Be Vigilant!'/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8053742138470729103</id><published>2011-09-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:53:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我傻傻大步的走 也知道不必難過生命旅程中 總有人逗留也會有人像你急著想溜不去想昨天的夢我決定今天好好的過分開各自走 你可以享受自由你的未來想怎樣別來問我從今後想做什麼就做什麼一個人過你不必回頭問我 假裝溫柔 不知所措有一天相信 你會懷念 那個傻傻的我淋著大雨等在你路口忘了吧 曾經我們手牽著手說著以後算了吧 你的承諾對我來說就像氣球等那天你才真的看透我們認真愛過但這些又算得了什麼 還是朋友不去想昨天的夢我決定今天好好的過分開各自走 你可以享受自由你的未來想怎樣別來問我雖然有時氣你 下一刻又想通你不必擔心我不爭氣的淚水就讓它流做朋友也許幸福得多: : 還是朋友 : : 梁文音 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8053742138470729103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8053742138470729103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8053742138470729103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7444021722538272097</id><published>2011-09-16T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:22:35.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《我可能不会爱你》</title><summary type='text'>

舞鞋　穿了洞　裂了縫　預備迎接一個夢OK繃　遮住痛　要把蒼白都填充勇氣惶恐　我要用哪一種面對他　一百零一分笑容等待　的時空　有點重　重得時針走不動無影蹤　他始終　不曾降臨生命中我好想懂　誰放我手心裡捧幸福啊　依然長長的人龍想踮起腳尖找尋愛　遠遠的存在我來不及　說聲嗨　影子就從人海暈開踮起腳尖的期待　只怕被虧待我勾不著還　微笑忍耐woo~　等你回過頭來哪天　撲了空　折了衷　祈禱終於起作用一陣風　吹來夢　卻又敗在難溝通我終於懂　怎麼人們的臉孔想到愛　寂寞眼眶就轉紅你會回過頭來　woo~　回過頭來: : 踮起腳尖愛 : : 洪佩瑜 : : The very nice 片尾曲 for 《我可能不会爱你》 where portions of the show was filmed in Singapore and I think its going to concurrently air in</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7444021722538272097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7444021722538272097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7444021722538272097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-woo-woo-very-nice-for-where-portions.html' title='《我可能不会爱你》'/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4052102423119914078</id><published>2011-09-15T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:08:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lives are in the making here,

Hearts are in the waking here,Mighty undertaking here,Up and On! Up and On!

We are arming for the fight,Pressing on with all our might,Pluming wings for higher flight,Up and On!



Up Saints! Truest fameLies in high endeavour;Play the game! keep the flameBurning brightly ever!

Fair before us lies the way,Time for work and time for play;Fill the measure while we </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4052102423119914078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4052102423119914078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4052102423119914078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/lives-are-in-making-here-hearts-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7196839563146328764</id><published>2011-09-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:15:15.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Me</title><summary type='text'>So many nights trying to hide it
But now I stay awake just pleading for more
To think this heart was divided
I’m losing sleep cause I can’t ignore…

Feeling your touch all around
Peacefully hearing the sound
Of silence around us, so glad we found us this way

Find me, here in your arms
Now I’m wondering where you’ve always been
Blindly, I came to you
Knowing you’d breathe new life from within

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7196839563146328764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7196839563146328764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7196839563146328764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/09/find-me.html' title='Find Me'/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-738650233481708630</id><published>2011-08-15T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:36:50.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BILA KUBUKA MATAKUDAN LIHAT WAJAH-MUKU TERKAGUM  BILA KULIHAT HIDUPKUDAN KARYA TANGAN-MUKU TERSANJUNG  KAR'NA SEMUA YANG BAIKDALAM HIDUPKUITULAH KARYA-MUKAU B'RI K'SEMPATAN YANG BARU  DAN KU INGIN MENGENAL-MU, TUHANLEBIH DALAM DARI S'MUA YANG KUKENALTIADA KASIH YANG MELEBIHI-MUKU ADA UNTUK MENJADI PENYEMBAH-MU: : MENGENAL-MU : : True Worshipers : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=738650233481708630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/738650233481708630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/738650233481708630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/08/bila-kubuka-mataku-dan-lihat-wajah-mu.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5297496289861572509</id><published>2011-08-15T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:22:51.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a peace I've come to knowThough my heart and flesh may failThere's an anchor for my soulI can say "It is well"Jesus has overcomeAnd the grave is overwhelmedThe victory is wonHe is risen from the deadAnd I will rise when He calls my nameNo more sorrow, no more painI will rise on eagles' wingsBefore my God fall on my kneesAnd riseI will riseThere's a day that's drawing near</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5297496289861572509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5297496289861572509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5297496289861572509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-peace-ive-come-to-know-though-my.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7025531896837860472</id><published>2011-08-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:17:01.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the verge of breaking down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7025531896837860472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7025531896837860472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7025531896837860472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-verge-of-breaking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7330221611983367079</id><published>2011-08-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:49:44.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你說的話　在我心中生了根愛得很深　所以心會疼記憶　在我的心中翻滾是不是每一個人　都像我一樣笨只怕再問　對彼此都太殘忍我能感覺　另外一個人我等　等笑容換成淚痕愛在崩潰的時候　比較真太多疑問　知道答案又如何原來容忍不需要天份　只要愛錯一個人心痛比快樂更真實　愛為何這樣的諷刺我忘了這是第幾次　一見你就無法堅持孤獨比擁抱更真實　愛讓人失去了理智會不會是我太自私　拒絕更寂寞的日子放不開　也看不見未來難道這種不完美　才是愛情真實的樣子：：真實　：：張惠妹　：：</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7330221611983367079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7330221611983367079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7330221611983367079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-354025793975597493</id><published>2011-07-20T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:46:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=354025793975597493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/354025793975597493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/354025793975597493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MIKOqd45xJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3245770163997294583</id><published>2011-07-12T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:52:35.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody falls sometimesGotta find the strength to riseFrom the ashes and make a new beginningAnyone can feel the acheYou think it’s more than you can takeBut you are stronger, stronger than you knowDon’t you give up nowThe sun will soon be shiningYou gotta face the cloudsTo find the silver liningI’ve seen dreams that move the mountainsHope that doesn’t ever endEven when the sky is fallingAnd I’</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3245770163997294583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3245770163997294583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3245770163997294583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/07/everybody-falls-sometimes-gotta-find.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1674973619903419559</id><published>2011-07-07T12:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:01:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXCITEMENTYou know that there are times that you just sense this excitement that is in the air, you sense it in your spirit, its as if you are waiting for something to occur, waiting for something to happen. This is how I am feeling right now, it feels as though something is gonna break, anytime.CHANGE is the only constant in life, if we don't change, we will always be staying and going around </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1674973619903419559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1674973619903419559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1674973619903419559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/07/excitement-you-know-that-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKkwueZmnv4/ThU9obflffI/AAAAAAAABzI/QSywqCUPaKM/s72-c/Excitement_02_revision.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3662179430946829816</id><published>2011-07-06T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:04:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>雨都停了 這片天灰什麼呢我還記得 你說我們要快樂深夜裡的腳步聲 總是刺耳害怕寂寞 就讓狂歡的城市陪我關燈只是哪怕周圍再多人 感覺還是一個人每當我笑了 心卻狠狠的哭著給我一個理由忘記 那麼愛我的你給我一個理由放棄 當時做的決定有些愛 越想抽離卻越更清晰而最痛的距離 是你不在身邊 卻在我的心裡當我走在去過的每個地方 總會聽到你那最自由的笑當我回到一個人住的地方 最怕看到冬天你最愛穿的那件外套只是哪怕周圍再多人 感覺還是一個人每當我笑了 心卻狠狠的哭著我找不到理由忘記 大雨裡的別離我找不到理由放棄 我等你的決心有些愛 越想抽離卻越更清晰而最痛的距離 是你不在身邊 卻在我的心裡我想你:: 給我一個理由忘記 :: A-Lin :: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3662179430946829816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3662179430946829816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3662179430946829816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/07/lin.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7839173249661929231</id><published>2011-07-04T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:12:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        I remember what you wore on the first dayYou came into my life and I thought"Hey, you know, this could be something"'Cause everything you do and words you sayYou know that it all takes my breath awayAnd now I'm left with nothingSo maybe it's trueThat I can't live without youAnd maybe two is better than oneBut there's so much timeTo figure out the rest of my lifeAnd you've already got me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7839173249661929231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7839173249661929231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7839173249661929231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7414603263112004653</id><published>2011-06-29T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:28:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>有一日咱若老 找无人甲咱友孝我会陪你 坐惦椅寮 听你讲少年的时阵 你有外吃好吃丑无计较 怨天怨地嘛袂晓你的手我会甲你牵条条 因为我是你的家后阮将青春嫁置恁兜 阮对少年跟你跟甲老人情世事已经看透透 有啥人比你卡重要阮的一生献乎恁兜 才知幸福是吵吵闹闹等待返去的时阵若到 我会让你先走因为我会呒甘 放你为我目屎流有一日咱若老 有媳妇子儿友孝你若无聊 拿咱的相片 看卡早结婚的时阵 你外缘投穿好穿丑无计较 怪东怪西嘛袂晓你的心我会永远记条条 因为我是你的家后:: 家后 :: 江蕙 :: Heard the song at Wei Ting and Gilston's wedding after we "debated" over what are the Hokkien song that could be sang a wedding apart from the 我问天 (which well</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7414603263112004653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7414603263112004653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7414603263112004653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/heard-song-at-wei-ting-and-gilstons.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8eJP4kwQJVs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-989064945260373743</id><published>2011-06-29T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:07:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>有时候，决定了之后，就不要再回头。</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=989064945260373743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/989064945260373743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/989064945260373743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qndMtpLTA0/TgrANpsvGII/AAAAAAAABys/94Yj0_C-2RM/s72-c/Walking_Away_From_Everything_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-765722794287370087</id><published>2011-06-23T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:35:23.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>不想哭 却又哭出声不想听出 心破碎声不应该 让眼泪继续流着答应过的 会好好的这一次 决定放手了这一次 我们终于懂了爱到用尽全力都是挫折我想留的 留不住了幻灭后该怎么抉择分开的故事 写满了不舍说过的爱情 没有你怎么完成明天的故事 深藏好心疼爱过的恋人 展开各自的旅程一个人 让爱重生这一次 决定放手了这一次 我们终于懂了爱到用尽全力都是挫折我想留的 留不住了幻灭后该怎么抉择经过多少波折 背负沉重苛责无缘由的爱着: : 让爱重生: : F.I.R. : : One of the new F.I.R songs in their new album. Listening to their songs always make me feel like going to sing K, not to mention that my playlist is lined up with their </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=765722794287370087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/765722794287370087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/765722794287370087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/f.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2753848562477619583</id><published>2011-06-16T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:46:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who am IThat You would know me from the startSet me apartWho am IThat you would place eternityInto my heartYou have given to meMore than this world could giveMy purpose is found in YouOne life, I lay at Your altarOne love, I have with YouTouch me againFill me as You holdMy outstretched handsOne word, You know I will followOne heart, broken to YouUse me againYour mercies follow meFor all my daysIn</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2753848562477619583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2753848562477619583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2753848562477619583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-am-i-that-you-would-know-me-from.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5451709880756504498</id><published>2011-06-14T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:52:03.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>沒那么简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴 尤其是在 看过了那么多的背叛 总是不安 只好強悍 谁谋杀了我的浪漫 沒那么简单 就能去爱 別的全不看 变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半 不爱孤单 一久也习惯 不用担心谁 也不用被谁管 感觉快乐就忙东忙西 感觉累了就放空自己 別人说的话 隨便听一听 自己作決定 不想拥有太多情緒 一杯紅酒配電影 在周末晚上 关上了手机 舒服窩在沙發裡 相爱沒有那麼容易 每個人有他的脾氣 过了爱作梦的年紀 轟轟烈烈不如平靜 幸福沒有那麼容易 才会特別让人著迷 什么都不懂的年紀 曾经最掏心 所以最开心 曾经 想念最傷心 但卻最動心 的記憶: : 沒那么简单 : : 黄小琥 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5451709880756504498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5451709880756504498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5451709880756504498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4907332640072845658</id><published>2011-06-14T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:04:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wholly Follow YouWe laugh and we joke about being a quarter century old. We wander, lost in the transition that we termed the "quarter-life crisis". While it might be funny and something to laugh over. There is a certain truth in it all I guess. We too, like those who are going through mid-life crisis were at the threshold of something unknown that lay ahead of us. Some of us enter it earlier, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4907332640072845658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4907332640072845658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4907332640072845658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/wholly-follow-you-we-laugh-and-we-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4074791636030272435</id><published>2011-06-11T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T03:24:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something old, something newSomething borrowed, something blueAnd a silver sixpence in her shoe. A sixpence is a coin that was minted in Britain from 1551 to 1967. It was made of silver and worth six pennies. So this wedding tradition is definitely English, and many sources say that it began in the Victorian era.Each item in this poem represents a good-luck token for the bride. If she carries all</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4074791636030272435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4074791636030272435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4074791636030272435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-old-something-new-something.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2727179209016573057</id><published>2011-06-10T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:50:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gonna be watching this tonight! Excited!! (: Was waiting for this show to open! Partly because, i will practically watch all Kate Hudson's shows, cant remember which show got me started though. Partly also cos I totally dig romance comedy! (: Hope that this turns out well too! (: TGIF!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2727179209016573057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2727179209016573057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2727179209016573057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/gonna-be-watching-this-tonight-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V10b1oQgsGM/TfHMSrcB6xI/AAAAAAAAByk/bGDooK8TAMA/s72-c/Something%2BBorrowed-A4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8183338258531262282</id><published>2011-06-10T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:57:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>有時候太堅強　笑容卻填不滿眼眶越是想要隱藏　歌聲就唱的更響亮直到入到心底最深處你不要追問我　還缺了些什麼每個人都有夢　幸福總站在最遠方心中越是渴望　越是不敢伸手擁抱誰的心是我最後一站我強問我自己　現在還沒有個答案我不是你想像那麼勇敢多想讓你保護能流淚一場讓我放下武裝　像個孩子一樣單純的把愛情放在你心上每個人都有夢　幸福總站在最遠方心中越是渴望　越是不敢伸手擁抱誰的心是我最後一站我強問我自己　現在還沒有個答案我不是你想像總是扮演堅強多想讓你知道我也要個伴放下討厭武裝　像個孩子一樣單純的把愛情放在你心上我不是你想像的那麼勇敢:: 我不是你想像的那麼勇敢 ::  梁文音 :: This is probably a repost. really like this song! Amazing vocals and amazing lyrics.Courage is not the same a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8183338258531262282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8183338258531262282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8183338258531262282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-probably-repost.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XXV6KMLfnJ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5388148697116501083</id><published>2011-06-09T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:26:20.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to do some "research" about that infection on my back and check out my "discovery"Source: http://apps.med.buffalo.edu/procedures/abscess.asp?p=1ABSCESS INCISION AND DRAINAGE Abscesses are localized infections of tissue marked by a collection of pus surrounded by inflamed tissue. Abscesses may be found in any area of the body, but most abscesses presenting for urgent attention are found on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5388148697116501083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5388148697116501083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5388148697116501083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/06/went-to-do-some-research-about-that.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7937148879351526419</id><published>2011-05-27T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:39:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This must be one of the most difficult week to endure emotionally and physically combined of my life kind of week, the other being the time that I was warded in the hospital.There are really quite a lot of things that you cannot do with a wound at your back:1. You cant wash your hair the usual way2. You can shower the usual way3. You have difficulty changing your own dressing (I just agar agar </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7937148879351526419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7937148879351526419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7937148879351526419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-must-be-one-of-most-difficult-week.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5813744011072458125</id><published>2011-05-24T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:45:19.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are here on your own?"I stared at the clinic assistant and nodded, that was the only response that I could garner at that point in time. Too shocked and traumatized by the "experience" to say anything. Haha..sounds like some serious thingy or some abortion kind of experience! NO LARH!!! Went to see the doctor to remove the "lump" that was on my back due to infection. The doctor mentioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5813744011072458125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5813744011072458125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5813744011072458125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-here-on-your-own-i-stared-at.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8957886225190053898</id><published>2011-05-22T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:36:26.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you come to the end of yourself, you know that there is nothing much that you can do to make the sitation better, it is an indication that you have been trying too hard on your own strength and you know that it is time to let go and let God.Very often faith builds up but moments later, when something happens that triggered your doubt, you begin to waver and doubt if the thing that you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8957886225190053898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8957886225190053898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8957886225190053898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-come-to-end-of-yourself-you.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2999346831246960622</id><published>2011-05-20T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:25:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>那个夏天灿烂耀眼忽然之间 下雨也没人撑伞是我的初恋 那次失恋你的气味已经飘散我还留恋 心里面共同的声线你微笑的脸 好久不见时间过了几年 长大了一些心中的那个王子 要说再见再见吧我的王子 守护爱情的样子让回忆纪念最初感动的真实满口永远的孩子慢慢懂事用眼泪灌溉会幸福的种子再见吧我的王子 梦想还没有消失我会并著你的勇气一起坚持晒着艳阳的奔驰 勾勾手指你住的城市会有我的 思念因子后来我们各自旅行哪些风景 最让人容易沈迷最近常下雨 但会天晴时间过了几年 长大了一些心中的那个王子 要说再见:: 再见王子 :: 棉花糖 ::Heard this song when I was in Batam with Ping a few days back. One of the verse caught my attention: 后来我们各自旅行哪些风景 最让人容易沈迷最近常下雨 但会天晴Wonder why</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2999346831246960622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2999346831246960622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2999346831246960622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/05/heard-this-song-when-i-was-in-batam.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2202796833831144974</id><published>2011-05-03T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:53:54.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tale as old as timeTrue as it can beBarely even friendsThen some body bendsUnexpectedlyJust a little changeSmall to say the leastBoth a little scaredNeither one preparedBeauty and the beastEver just the sameEver a surpriseEver as beforeEver just as sureAs the sun will riseTale as old as timeTune as old as songBitter sweet and strangeFinding you can changeLearning you were wrongCertain as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2202796833831144974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2202796833831144974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2202796833831144974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/05/tale-as-old-as-time-true-as-it-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2555209048070083296</id><published>2011-04-24T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:45:29.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I look back at this week, there is nothing more that I can say except that God is amazing! Its not just about the friends that you bring for Easter but it is how you have been a blessing and a channel of God's love as people come to the Lord. I am greatly humbled! Thank You Lord for using me! (:Went fellowship with Ben after the rest went home. Dont remember much of our conversation (I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2555209048070083296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2555209048070083296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2555209048070083296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-i-look-back-at-this-week-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3647964624627973108</id><published>2011-04-22T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:26:03.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanted to have a new blog skin after using the current one for SO LONG, saw one that I like but the codes were not working very well, so i decided that it shall be another project for another time altogether.April came and went like a whirlwind, before you know it, we are at the end of the month with about 7 days left on the calendar of this month that I call my favourite month. Once again, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3647964624627973108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3647964624627973108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3647964624627973108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanted-to-have-new-blog-skin-after.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-9014051673143215973</id><published>2011-04-04T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:32:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I'm aloneI dream on the horizonAnd words failYes, I know there is no lightIn a roomWhere the sun is not thereIf you are not with meAt the windowsShow everyone my heartWhich you set alightEnclose within meThe light youEncountered on the streetTime to say goodbyeTo countries I neverSaw and shared with youNow, yes, I shall experience themI'll go with youOn ships across seasWhich, I knowNo, no, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=9014051673143215973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9014051673143215973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9014051673143215973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-im-alone-i-dream-on-horizon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5881691010201268371</id><published>2011-04-01T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:16:08.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can almost see itThat dream I am dreamingBut there's a voice inside my head saying"You'll never reach it"Every step I'm takingEvery move I make feelsLost with no directionMy faith is shakingBut I gotta keep tryingGotta keep my head held highThere's always gonna be another mountainI'm always gonna wanna make it moveAlways gonna be a uphill battleSometimes I'm gonna have to loseAin't about how </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5881691010201268371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5881691010201268371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5881691010201268371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-can-almost-see-it-that-dream-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-6121200591536573324</id><published>2011-03-28T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:27:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m so glad you made time to see meHow’s life, tell me how’s your familyI haven’t seen them in a whileYou’ve been good, busier than everSmall talk, work and the weatherYour guard is up and I know whyBecause the last time you saw meIs still burning in the back of your mindYou gave me roses and I left them there to dieSo this is me swallowing my prideStanding in front of you saying I'm sorry for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=6121200591536573324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6121200591536573324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6121200591536573324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-glad-you-made-time-to-see-me-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRqYzhCF6rY/TY_wNTlw13I/AAAAAAAAByY/4bsykJS7QfQ/s72-c/Back_to_December.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-9080394596681848921</id><published>2011-03-24T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:15:31.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我们怎么了 担心瞬间沉默了你的眼神闪烁了 爱的不够了心都还惦着 披着黑夜的醒着可惜感觉变淡了 一切不对了要谁先放弃自尊 说一句我不爱了再一次回头 这一刻 我认真的 看你走远了爱越深刻就让彼此 心越是折磨着爱过的感动变成 旧的伤痕在下一次 要牢牢记得爱让我们更清楚了 有回忆的快乐可有些温柔不能重蹈覆辙我也不再等 要为自己活着心都还惦着 披着黑夜的醒着可惜感觉变淡了 一切不对了要谁先放弃自尊 说一句我不爱了再一次回头 这一刻 我认真的 看你走远了:: 我不爱了 :: 范玮琪 :: Another one of the new songs from 范范's new album.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=9080394596681848921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9080394596681848921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9080394596681848921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-one-of-new-songs-from-s-new.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1312705675152391578</id><published>2011-03-21T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:31:07.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我常在想 应该再也找不到  任何人像你对我那么好好到我的家人也被照料我的朋友 还为你撑腰你还是有 一堆毛病改不掉拗起来 气得仙女都跳脚可是 人生完美的事太少我们不能什么都想要你是我最重要的决定我愿意 每天在你身边苏醒就连吵架也很过瘾 不会冷冰因为真爱没有输赢只有亲密你是 我最重要的决定我愿意 打破对未知的恐惧就算流泪也能放晴 将心比心因为幸福 没有捷径 只有经营:: 最重要的决定 :: 范玮琪 ::</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1312705675152391578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1312705675152391578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1312705675152391578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7651282847286517837</id><published>2011-03-11T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:40:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold Fast Your Confession WITHOUT WAVERINGHavent been blogging much as I dont bring my laptop home as much as before this, choosing to leave the laptop at work and go home and sleep rather than bringing it back home and them have the habit of surfing the net and watching shows late into the night. However, there are some themes and words that I was looking at and been wanting to blog and was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7651282847286517837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7651282847286517837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7651282847286517837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/03/hold-fast-your-confession-without.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5948944174986713618</id><published>2011-03-03T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:41:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L is for the way you look at meO is for the only one I seeV is very, very extraordinaryE is even more than anyone that you adore andLove is all that I can give to youLove is more than just a game for twoTwo in love can make itTake my heart and please don't break itLove was made for me and you:: L.O.V.E. :: Nat King Cole :: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5948944174986713618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5948944174986713618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5948944174986713618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/03/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me-o-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1667680076925462247</id><published>2011-02-28T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:27:20.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're not aloneTogether we standI'll be by your side, you know I'll take your handWhen it gets coldAnd it feels like the endThere's no place to goYou know I won't give inNo I won't give inKeep holding on'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it throughJust stay strong'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for youThere's nothing you could sayNothing you could doThere's no other way</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1667680076925462247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1667680076925462247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1667680076925462247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-not-alone-together-we-stand-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3828298400751657196</id><published>2011-02-24T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:08:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>喝酒的伴 一起看电影的伴早午晚餐的那个伴朋友不能留得太晚明天要上班唱K的伴 一起去旅行的伴听懂我的笑话的伴我的生活 只差那个人就美满快乐剩一人分享 快乐就只剩一半喝一碗汤心怎么都不够暖这张被单 这张睡床再舒服都觉得太宽没人分享 幸福就只剩一半就算把日子都填满节日却提醒我孤单没有想法 有想法又能怎样只能写部落格整晚几个留言安慰不了 心里的遗憾没有负担 原来也是种负担自由多得让人心慌你羡慕我 那要不要跟我交换:: 一半 :: 丁当 ::丁当的新专辑中的一首歌，也是当中我最喜欢的一首。我想这首歌因该唱出了很多人的心声。</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3828298400751657196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3828298400751657196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3828298400751657196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/k.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-786451149824110213</id><published>2011-02-22T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:08:17.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one of those moments when I am having a mental block and really just dont feel like doing anything. I used to say that its one of those moments where I am having a writer's block and I dont feel like doing anything but right now, what is pertained to it is no longer just limited to writing only. Once, there was a friend who told me that you need to learn how to compartmentalize your brain</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=786451149824110213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/786451149824110213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/786451149824110213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-one-of-those-moments-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-9004596839675433927</id><published>2011-02-09T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:52:54.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its another packed week ahead, after everyone come back together from CNY and the year "officially" begin and the amount of work is just piling up like nobody's business. Time to get down to the ground and get started on the things that we have thrashed to the back of our mind for the time being. Attended a wake this week and thinking about how precious life really is and thought about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=9004596839675433927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9004596839675433927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9004596839675433927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-another-packed-week-ahead-after.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5661161002619851791</id><published>2011-02-07T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:39:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May the angels protect youTrouble neglect youAnd heaven accept you when its time to go homeMay you always have plentyThe glass never emptyKnow in your bellyYou're never aloneMay your tears come from laughingYou find friends worth havingAs every year passesThey mean more than goldMay you win and stay humbleSmile more than grumbleAnd know when you stumbleYou're never aloneNever aloneNever aloneI'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5661161002619851791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5661161002619851791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5661161002619851791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/may-angels-protect-you-trouble-neglect.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2845855461145493368</id><published>2011-02-04T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:39:05.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>曖昧讓人受盡委屈找不到相愛的證據何時該前進　何時該放棄連擁抱都沒有勇氣只能陪你到這裡　畢竟有些事不可以超過了友情　還不到愛情遠方就要下雨的風景到底該不該哭泣　想太多是我還是你我很不服氣　也開始懷疑眼前的人　是不是同一個　真實的你曖昧讓人受盡委屈找不到相愛的證據何時該前進　何時該放棄連擁抱都沒有勇氣曖昧讓人變得貪心直到等待失去意義無奈我和你　寫不出結局放遺憾的美麗　停在這裡:: 曖昧 :: 楊丞琳 ::Heard this song on TV today when the show was showing some countdown event and Rainie was performing (and Jolin did 倒带)..this is another of those all time classic, when you think of Rainie, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2845855461145493368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2845855461145493368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2845855461145493368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/heard-this-song-on-tv-today-when-show.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4939905380086272273</id><published>2011-02-01T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:47:05.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how you can speakRight to my heartWithout saying a word,You can light up the darkTry as I may I could never explainWhat I hear when you don't say a thingThe smile on your faceLet me know that you need meThere's a truth in your eyesSaying you'll never leave meThe touch of your hand saysYou'll catch me whenever I fallYou say it bestWhen you say nothing at allAll day longI can hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4939905380086272273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4939905380086272273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4939905380086272273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-amazing-how-you-can-speak-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5316204388156919495</id><published>2011-01-27T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:51:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strategic location.We always learn about this word call strategic location when we were young in our textbooks, about how Singapore is strategically located at the crossroads of Asia and the rest of the world. Dint really put much thoughts into it until I was looking at some of the possible places that we can go to for our overseas community involvement projects, the best place that we can </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5316204388156919495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5316204388156919495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5316204388156919495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/strategic-location.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5878517419600142882</id><published>2011-01-26T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:10:32.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is gonna be the dayThat they're gonna throw it back to youBy now you should've somehowRealized what you gotta doI don't believe that anybodyFeels the way I do about you nowBackbeat the word was on the streetThat the fire in your heart is outI'm sure you've heard it all beforeBut you never really had a doubtI don't believe that anybody feelsThe way I do about you nowAnd all the roads we have</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5878517419600142882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5878517419600142882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5878517419600142882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-gonna-be-day-that-theyre-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3620165584887624079</id><published>2011-01-26T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:12:41.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really dislike this unsettled feeling in my heart. Its time to let go, let God and just keep on moving on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3620165584887624079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3620165584887624079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3620165584887624079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-really-dislike-this-unsettled-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5515161045183227505</id><published>2011-01-24T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:39:52.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling brokenBarely holding onBut just there's something so strongSomewhere inside me.And I am down, but I'll get up again.Don't count me out just yetI've been brought down to my kneesAnd I've been pushed right past the point of breaking,But I can take it.I'll be back -Back on my feetThis is far from overYou haven't seen the last of me.You haven't seen the last of me.They canSay thatI won't stay</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5515161045183227505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5515161045183227505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5515161045183227505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeling-broken-barely-holding-on-but.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TT58e4jU3DI/AAAAAAAABxI/R72Yq7gGqsA/s72-c/burlesque-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-76242652257329232</id><published>2011-01-22T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:59:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." ~Isaiah 9: 6I wish you know how difficult this whole thing is for me, this time, this period, this struggle. I wish you know the tears behind every nightfall. But in the midst of all these, I thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=76242652257329232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/76242652257329232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/76242652257329232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-unto-us-child-is-born-unto-us-son.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2929456752464725681</id><published>2011-01-18T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:08:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't take too long to sayI love you to the ones you loveCause time has a habit of slipping awayAnd out on a clear blue skyWhen lightning strikes on a sunny dayJust take me in and keep me from the rainAnd the words that seem so hard so sayCome out when you've gone awayJust stay a little while and hear me sayThat I want you here tonightAnd I need you by my sideFor just one more momentFor just one </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2929456752464725681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2929456752464725681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2929456752464725681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-take-too-long-to-say-i-love-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1439964887717149250</id><published>2011-01-13T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:47:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See the stone set in your eyesSee the thorn twist in your sideI wait for youSleight of hand and twist of fateOn a bed of nails she makes me waitAnd I wait without youWith or without youWith or without youThrough the storm we reach the shoreYou give it all but I want moreAnd I'm waiting for youWith or without youWith or without youI can't liveWith or without youAnd you give yourself awayAnd you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1439964887717149250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1439964887717149250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1439964887717149250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/see-stone-set-in-your-eyes-see-thorn.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4882605857586988266</id><published>2011-01-09T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:31:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho Chi Minh Day 1Its an interesting day arriving at this foreign city that none of us have been to before. The culture, the language and even a new way of crossing the road with all the cars, make that motorbikes that will come for all directions to all directions coming across your path.Seems like for most of us, we have not gotten much sleep the night before and most of our activities for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4882605857586988266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4882605857586988266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4882605857586988266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/ho-chi-minh-day-1-its-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5224553480931225823</id><published>2011-01-08T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:57:27.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grew up in a town,That is famous as a place of movie scenesNoise is always loudThere are sirenes all aroundAnd the streets are meanIf I could make it hereI could make it anywhereThat's what they saySeeing my face in lightsOr my name in marquees found down BroadwayEven if it ain't all it seemsI got a pocketful of dreamsBaby, I'm fromNew York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5224553480931225823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5224553480931225823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5224553480931225823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/grew-up-in-town-that-is-famous-as-place.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4634876294513354212</id><published>2011-01-04T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T03:28:30.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你用浓浓的鼻音 说一点也没事反正有没有痛在 是爱的本质一个人旅行 也许更有意思和他真正结束 才能重新开始几年贴心的日子 换分手两个字你却严格只准自己哭一下子看着你努力 想微笑的样子我的心 像大雨将至 那么潮湿我们可不可以不勇敢当伤太重心太酸无力承担就算现在女人和流行使然好像什么困境都知道该怎么办我们可不以不勇敢当爱太累梦太慢没有答案难道不能坦白地放手哭喊要从心里拿走一个人很痛很难:: 可不可以不勇敢 ::　范玮琪 ::</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4634876294513354212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4634876294513354212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4634876294513354212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1622009792190912965</id><published>2011-01-02T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:43:17.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh heart of mine, why must you stray?From one so fair you run awayAnd one more time you have to payThe heaviness of needless shameOh heart of mine, come back homeYou've been too long out on your ownAnd He's been there all alongWatching for you down the roadSo come home runningHis arms are open wideHis name is JesusHe understandsHe is the answerYou are looking forSo come home runningJust as you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1622009792190912965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1622009792190912965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1622009792190912965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-heart-of-mine-why-must-you-stray.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2468190394742795902</id><published>2010-12-28T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:38:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>轻轻敲醒沉睡的心灵　慢慢张开你的眼睛　看看忙碌的世界是否依然孤独的转个不停　春风不解风情　吹动少年的心　让昨日脸上的泪痕　随记忆风干了　　　　抬头寻找天空的翅膀　候鸟出现它的影迹　带来远处的饥荒无情的战火依然存在的消息玉山白雪飘零　燃烧少年的心　　使真情溶化成音符　倾诉遥远的祝福　　　唱出你的热情　伸出你的双手　　让我拥抱着你的梦　让我拥有你真心的面孔让我们的笑容　充满着青春的骄傲　为明天献出虔诚的祈祷　　　　　　谁能不顾自己的家园　抛开记忆中的童年　谁能忍心看那昨日的忧愁带走我们的笑容青春不解红尘　胭脂沾染了灰　让久违不见的泪水　滋润了你的面容　　　轻轻敲醒沉睡的心灵　慢慢张开你的眼睛　看看忙碌的世界是否依然孤独的转个不停　日出唤醒清晨　大地光彩重生　　让和风拂出的音响　谱成生命的乐章　　　:: 明天会更好 :: 群星 :: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2468190394742795902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2468190394742795902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2468190394742795902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4688093512580641982</id><published>2010-12-13T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:16:47.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>鏡子裡的那張輪廓　沒主張　沒自我　自卑的情緒和憂愁籠罩整個生活　我只能刻意低調被動只能忽略那感受　哭泣臉孔　直到你走進我生活我發現了自由　你對我付出的溫柔　像白雲的枕頭你說我就是像天使　善良無邪的笑容　深情快樂當我失望　音樂撫平我的傷　當我慌亂　你總指引我方向當世界紛擾不斷　你是唯一支撐我　勇敢的力量YOU ARE MY STAR也許你無法想像　你對我多重要你眼前的這個女孩　因為你成長我找到自己的節拍將音符裝上翅膀　飛進你心房　愛上你彷彿跳上雲端幸福把心裝的滿滿　時間靜止　我也永遠會堅持 : : You Are My Star : : 何耀珊 : : </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4688093512580641982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4688093512580641982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4688093512580641982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-my-star-you-are-my-star.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4148683512150529277</id><published>2010-12-08T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:04:39.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4148683512150529277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4148683512150529277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4148683512150529277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-think-soul-mate-is-your-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5964831955239328286</id><published>2010-12-07T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:32:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rapunzel- A Tangled TaleIts been a while since we last watch a Disney Princesses show- in fact I also cant remember when was the last one that we watched. Of cos there were many other animations that we have watched but I think sometimes its these timeless classics that never fail to woo the audience and capture the hearts of the moviegoers.While watching the show, I realised that out of the many</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5964831955239328286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5964831955239328286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5964831955239328286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/12/rapunzel-tangled-tale-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TP0NsRFPRaI/AAAAAAAABws/1Ppkl-s1QkU/s72-c/Rapunzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1557478323233199137</id><published>2010-11-29T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:18:28.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First a human, a woman, then a friend, a leader and a co-worker. The last 3 is not in any particular sequence, i think they will work either way, whichever comes into the picture first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1557478323233199137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1557478323233199137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1557478323233199137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-human-woman-then-friend-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3328504781445059079</id><published>2010-11-28T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:10:14.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are many things that are on my mind, wanted to pen them down but it seems like nothing is flowing on this sheet even as I lay my fingers over the keyboard. I dont think that I am an overtly emotional person, meaning to say that I dont cry over the littlest things- but I do cry when I watch a touching scene in the movies and things like that. Its been awhile though that I experience this "</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3328504781445059079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3328504781445059079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3328504781445059079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-are-many-things-that-are-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4112297570282004038</id><published>2010-11-15T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:59:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinkin' about yaI drew a little pictureBut some things you can't put on paperLike ya like shooting starsOr write songs on guitarGot more things to do than stare at a mirrorAnd I know I know,She's gotta be out there, out thereI know, I know, she's gotta beMaybe I'm wrong maybe I'm rightMaybe I'll just let you walk byWhat can I say, maybe I've known you all my lifeIs she the one, is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4112297570282004038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4112297570282004038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4112297570282004038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-thinkin-about-ya-i-drew-little.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-6235748529686627100</id><published>2010-11-14T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:44:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you for the cross, the mighty crossThat God himself should die for such as usAnd everyday we're changedInto your image more and moreYes, by the cross we've truly been transformedAnd we're so amazed and we give you praiseThat you would save us at such a costAnd we're so amazed and we give you praiseFor the power of the crossFor the power of the cross:: Thank You For The Cross :: Mark </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=6235748529686627100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6235748529686627100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/6235748529686627100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-for-cross-mighty-cross-that.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1498407533793915721</id><published>2010-11-10T11:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:41:03.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>太想触摸你 所以躲开你多少的距离 会让你好奇逃过你双眼 才偷偷喘气吩咐我双手 停泊原地听说浪漫的快 恋爱都去的快我才 每一秒都放弃 说一直爱着你我的爱汹涌像大海 而我却要忍耐只愿一天你会醒来 爱情会像翅膀打开还没有拥抱不要意外 等待上帝安排将来细水长流 我们才承诺拿一生去换爱太想要拥抱 所以在祈祷求学会放手 慢慢去寻找找不到完美 找天长地老当双眼模糊 还会拥抱一步一步靠近 你才会珍惜我 的心因为我还相信 有永恒的爱情要为爱情学习按捺 把感觉收回来依靠上帝让我明白 被驯服的爱更精彩带着微笑去等待花开 用盼望去灌溉在你情愿一天 我们才拥抱不止息的相爱我的沉默叫醒爱情你用期待把我吸引继续走近 直到开始爱:: 不要惊动爱情 :: 郑秀文 :: People say that hope defers make the heart sick but the song tells you about </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1498407533793915721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1498407533793915721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1498407533793915721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TNtlCaT4giI/AAAAAAAABwc/5EhlBNjDIiI/s72-c/2%2BLives%2B1%2BPath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2843581741878842323</id><published>2010-10-27T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:06:27.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I end my holiday, I would dream and plan for my next holiday. Thinking of going to Bali in January!!! Dont the photos just look so amazingly beautiful?? (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: I'm dreaming of a holiday in Bali! (: </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2843581741878842323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2843581741878842323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2843581741878842323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-i-end-my-holiday-i-would-dream-and.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TMf5Fp5EDiI/AAAAAAAABwU/ZGPzV47TeSo/s72-c/dreamland-beach-bali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4778800655596922211</id><published>2010-10-27T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T01:53:49.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>猜不透　你最近時好時壞　的沈默我也不想去追問　太多讓試探為彼此　的心上了鎖猜不透　相處會比分開還寂寞兩個人都只是得過且過無法感受每次觸摸　是真的是熱的如果忽遠忽近的灑脫　是你要的自由那我寧願回到一個人生活如果忽冷忽熱的溫柔是你的藉口那我寧願對你從沒認真過到底這感覺誰對誰錯　我已不想追究越是在乎的人越是　猜不透:: 猜不透 :: 丁噹 :: Life is hard isnt it? </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4778800655596922211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4778800655596922211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4778800655596922211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-2825973139656685529</id><published>2010-10-25T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:05:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你身邊的女人總是美麗你追逐的愛情總是遊戲在你的眼裡 我是你可以對飲言歡的朋友你從不吝嗇催促我分享你的快樂你開心的時候總是揮霍你失意的片刻總是沉默在你的眼裡 我是你可以依靠傾吐的朋友你從不忘記提醒我分擔你的寂寞你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點溫柔的嬌縱你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點自私的佔有你開心的時候總是揮霍你失意的片刻總是沉默在你的眼裡 我是你可以依靠傾吐的朋友你從不忘記提醒我分擔你的寂寞你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點溫柔的嬌縱你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點自私的佔有想做你不變的戀人想做你一世的牽掛想做的不只是朋友你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點溫柔的嬌縱你從不知道我想做的不只是朋友還想有那麼一點點自私的佔有:: 不只是朋友 :: 叮噹 :: I like Ding Dang's cover of all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=2825973139656685529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2825973139656685529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/2825973139656685529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-ding-dangs-cover-of-all-classic.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TMU4z-wjj3I/AAAAAAAABwE/TrKKq9GLU4k/s72-c/IMG_3730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3968283581236721046</id><published>2010-10-22T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:11:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe the wayYour love has got a hold on meEach morning I wake to find You nearYou lift me above my fearsAnd set my feet on solid groundAll of my days belong to You And I breathe in Your breath of life that fills my heartYou are my all consuming fire I stand here before YouIn wide opened wonderAmazed at the glory of YouThe power of heavenRevealing Your purpose in meAs I'm reaching for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3968283581236721046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3968283581236721046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3968283581236721046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-believe-way-your-love-has-got.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-905345898031974055</id><published>2010-10-20T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:59:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS WRITING!!!- just a thought that I have this morning! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=905345898031974055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/905345898031974055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/905345898031974055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-writing-just-thought-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-781115292119167949</id><published>2010-10-15T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:04:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been thinking a lot the concept of a journey. The very fact that it is a journey means that it is not a short trip, it is not a "getaway", it it not a "pit stop", in facts getaway and pit stops are part of a journey. A journey involves a destination, somewhere that you are getting to but you are not there yet. The interesting thing is that all the things that happens during the journey makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=781115292119167949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/781115292119167949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/781115292119167949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-thinking-lot-concept-of-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TLfeYVGbbBI/AAAAAAAABv8/a-SA46tp_Sk/s72-c/Middle+of+the+Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-785798812638960889</id><published>2010-10-14T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:45:07.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We cannot do great things; only small things with great love." - Mother TeresaWell said and here is a woman who had laid down her life for the sake of the kingdom and mankind! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=785798812638960889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/785798812638960889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/785798812638960889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-cannot-do-great-things-only-small.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TLaKV-YRaVI/AAAAAAAABv0/rZvkMA8uTMs/s72-c/Small+things+with+Great+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4666448379897869028</id><published>2010-10-11T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:50:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ask me if I love youAnd I choke on my replyI'd rather hurt you honestlyThan mislead you with a lieAnd who am I to judge youOn what you say or do?I'm only just beginning to see the real youAnd sometimes when we touchThe honesty's too muchAnd I have to close my eyes and hideI wanna hold you til I dieTil we both break down and cryI wanna hold you till the fear in me subsidesRomance and all its </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4666448379897869028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4666448379897869028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4666448379897869028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-ask-me-if-i-love-you-and-i-choke-on.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5828207107391253367</id><published>2010-10-07T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:27:37.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lee family has been a much talk about family while we are in school, college and in the university. While we often talked about them (and maybe not in a very positive light), you cant deny the impact and the legacy that this family has created and left behind. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the eulogy of this great and magnificent "first" lady of this small nation state. Often we </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5828207107391253367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5828207107391253367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5828207107391253367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/lee-family-has-been-much-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-9059352528705209572</id><published>2010-10-05T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:37:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strong enough to be weakSuccessful enough to failBusy enough to make timeWise enough to say “I don’t know”Serious enough to laughRich enough to be poorRight enough to say “I’m wrong”Compassionate enough to disciplineMature enough to be childlikeImportant enough to be lastPlanned enough to be spontaneousControlled enough to be flexibleFree enough to endure captivityKnowledgeable enough to ask </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=9059352528705209572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9059352528705209572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/9059352528705209572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/10/strong-enough-to-be-weak-successful.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7406782267827951278</id><published>2010-09-24T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:43:55.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was nothing say the day you leftI just filled a suitcase full of regretsI hailed a taxi in the rainLooking for some place to ease the painThen like an answered prayerI turned around and found you thereYou really where start (you really know where to start)Fixing a broken heartYou really know what to doYour emotional toolsCan cure any foolWhose dreams have fallen apart?Fixing a broken heartI</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7406782267827951278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7406782267827951278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7406782267827951278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-was-nothing-say-day-you-left-i.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-1538580651463212317</id><published>2010-09-22T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:18:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late at night when all the world is sleepingI'd stay up and think of youAnd I'd wish on a starThat somewhere you are thinking of me tooCuz I'm dreaming of you tonightTill tomorrow, I'll be holding you tightAnd there's nowhere in the world I'd rather beThen here in my room,Dreaming about you and meWonder if you even see meAnd I wonder if you know I'm thereIf you looked in my eyesWould you see </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=1538580651463212317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1538580651463212317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/1538580651463212317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/late-at-night-when-all-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4524423569802232703</id><published>2010-09-17T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:32:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the crazy thing that we did in Thailand was to catch a THAI film at one of their cinemas! Better known to the 5 of us as Sing Lek Lek aka First Love, its better known in the long form as Sing Lek Lek Tee Reak Wa Rak. The thought of watching the movie started out as a joke as we dont really want to watch Resident Evil 4 and there isnt another show that all of us has not watched. Then we </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4524423569802232703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4524423569802232703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4524423569802232703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-crazy-thing-that-we-did-in.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TJMi6whNoLI/AAAAAAAABvs/ZbWkJKmXZ-w/s72-c/Sing+Lek+Lek+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5707134323834534284</id><published>2010-09-12T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:46:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am supposed to wake up in an hour's time and here I am still online playing Bejeweled and trying to decide whether if I shld take a snooze! lols..Looking forward to the BKK trip!!! I know that I said that I dont want to go back to that place but this time with a different combination of people! Looking forward to a great week there at BKK! (: Adios people and pray that the place will be safe </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5707134323834534284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5707134323834534284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5707134323834534284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-supposed-to-wake-up-in-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4153474817899014897</id><published>2010-09-02T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:26:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Expectations Management- this is something that all of us have to learn isnt it. Though sometimes we may think that we do not expect alot from someone- whether its a family member, a friend, a colleague or even a passer-by. When there is this thing that is not accomplished or done, we will feel that there is just this "switch" within us that is flipped and you felt miserable about that "thing" </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4153474817899014897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4153474817899014897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4153474817899014897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/09/expectations-management-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7519393755793615550</id><published>2010-08-31T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:26:31.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all my friends who are teachers out there, this one is for you!***THE CREATION OF THE TEACHERAuthor Unknown The Good Lord was creating teachers. It was His sixth day of 'overtime' and He knew that this was a tremendous responsibility for teachers would touch the lives of so many impressionable young children. An angel appeared to Him and said, "You are taking a long time to figure this one out</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7519393755793615550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7519393755793615550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7519393755793615550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-all-my-friends-who-are-teachers-out.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8429746638010138525</id><published>2010-08-30T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:00:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>电话那一头的你说也许我们该各退一步电话这一边的我眼泪悄悄流出却不想哭这场爱情是不是一开始就是错误为了什么我们固执的坚持换来却只有痛苦跌跌撞撞这一条爱情路我们看到的只有荒芜辛辛苦苦跟随你的脚步等待我们的不是幸福:: 到不了的幸福 :: Bii :: "Unless a grain of wheat falls into e ground &amp; dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain." ~ John 12: 24Each day brings with it a new beginning, a chance to restart everything all over again no matter what happened in the past 24 hours. In fact, every </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8429746638010138525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8429746638010138525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8429746638010138525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/bii-unless-grain-of-wheat-falls-into-e.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-3729245122989110647</id><published>2010-08-29T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:57:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOT Graduation 2010 really brought back alot of memories, somehow there is just something special about this year's graduating service. Maybe its because there is someone in my CG who is graduating but I think more likely it is the love that is present in that atmosphere.People always say that SOT is an experience that you will never forget for the rest of your life. This is rightly said, because</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=3729245122989110647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3729245122989110647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/3729245122989110647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/sot-graduation-2010-really-brought-back.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7104375084673972942</id><published>2010-08-26T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:18:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>蝴蝶擦几次眼睛 才学会飞行夜空洒满了星星 但几颗会落地我飞行 当你坠落之际很靠近 还听见呼吸对不起 我却没捉紧你你不知道我为什么离开你我解释不能说放任你哭泣你的泪滴想倾盆大雨 碎落满地在心里惊醒你不知道我为什么很小心可现在你看不见的高空里多的是 你不知道的事蝴蝶擦几次眼睛 才学会飞行夜空洒满了星星 但几颗会落地我飞行 当你坠落之际很靠近 还听见呼吸对不起 我却没捉紧你你不知道我为什么离开你我解释不能说放任你哭泣你的泪滴想倾盆大雨 碎落满地在心里惊醒你不知道我为什么很小心可现在你看不见的高空里多得是 你不知道的事我飞行 当你坠落之际噢噢~你不知道我为什么离开你我解释不能说放任你哭泣你的泪滴想倾盆大雨 碎落满地在心里惊醒你不知道我为什么很小心可现在你看不见的高空里多的是 你不知道的事:: 你不知道的事 :: 王力宏 :: This thought crossed my mind this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7104375084673972942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7104375084673972942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7104375084673972942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-thought-crossed-my-mind-this.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/THVb6FgQjgI/AAAAAAAABvc/Jb2-7ORBAXQ/s72-c/Fairy+Dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5331173425985595454</id><published>2010-08-23T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:43:55.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Sunday! Actually its Monday morning as I type away. My clock reads 2.15am on the bottom right hand side of my laptop screen.The week just went by me without me realizing. A Week of Prayer. A week of new friends, encounters and experience that I never experienced before. A powerful word from the man of God. There are many new perspectives about life (in general for everyone) and life (as in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5331173425985595454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5331173425985595454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5331173425985595454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-sunday-actually-its-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7044941368050967960</id><published>2010-08-21T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:13:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from iTouch</title><summary type='text'>This is quite an interesting exp blogging from my iTouch- it can also be discribed as quite a tedious process. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7044941368050967960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7044941368050967960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7044941368050967960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-from-itouch.html' title='Blogging from iTouch'/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-7477973835843865424</id><published>2010-08-13T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:03:12.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something has changed within meSomething is not the sameI'm through with playing by the rulesOf someone else's gameToo late for second-guessingToo late to go back to sleepIt's time to trust my instinctsClose my eyes: and leap!It's time to tryDefying gravityI think I'll tryDefying gravityKiss me goodbyeI am defying gravityAnd you wont bring me down!I'm through accepting limits'cause someone says </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=7477973835843865424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7477973835843865424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/7477973835843865424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-has-changed-within-me.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-5808941881453729910</id><published>2010-08-12T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:38:52.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to catch December Rain or better known as 雨季 or even better known as "the musical with Kit Chan in it" yesterday with Ping, Ziyun and Shujun at the Esplanade. Been awhile since I last caught a musical (think that the last one was Beauty &amp; the Beast with Mamarella in it last December after I discharged from the hospital (and readmitted myself on that night!).Overall, I think that we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=5808941881453729910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5808941881453729910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/5808941881453729910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-catch-december-rain-or-better.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TGN3XJPGFyI/AAAAAAAABu0/WXFYYlpf-rs/s72-c/December+Rain+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-4181769398663063658</id><published>2010-08-10T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:18:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I just want to shout it out and say:  I love N246!!!!!!! (deep deep) Our breakthrough is COMING!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=4181769398663063658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4181769398663063658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/4181769398663063658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-want-to-shout-it-out-and-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TGDoCmtS4VI/AAAAAAAABus/INE8IQxy_ls/s72-c/N246+BBQ+080810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521740.post-8181273221550904386</id><published>2010-08-07T02:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:05:55.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taipei Exchanges 第36個故事看完这部戏，觉得其实它所要呈现的因该没有表面的那么简单吧！故事的场景是朵儿的咖啡馆，故事没有离开那个咖啡馆，直道朵儿决定出国去环球旅行。在那之前，她所知道的东西都是别人告诉她的故事。到了最后，她决定踏出咖啡馆，放眼看世界。如果你有一笔钱，你会拿去读书，还是去环游世界？A seemingly simple story that is set in Doris' Cafe, the story tells of how in order to get something that you want from the cafe, you have to bring something that is valuable to you in exchange for that thing that you have set your eyes upon</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521740&amp;postID=8181273221550904386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8181273221550904386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521740/posts/default/8181273221550904386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozen-memories.blogspot.com/2010/08/taipei-exchanges-36-seemingly-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>we|</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/SLF213NZKVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0AppUntlhQw/S220/at+the+bus+stop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cx5RtENzXd0/TFxOzO3ObQI/AAAAAAAABuk/HrNATLSAIEo/s72-c/Taipei+Exchanges+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
