<?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-5734718</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:10:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars.</title><subtitle type='html'>The Sky. The Year Passed. Torned &amp; Worned, Wrinkles I Gazed Upon Her Shimmering Face. The Year Is Ending.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8268516407786500535</id><published>2010-08-08T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:33:09.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is never going to be easy.the higher we climb, the harder we fall.now i've just got to find the courage to climb higher than the previous time.i wish i wasn't afraid to fall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8268516407786500535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8268516407786500535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-never-going-to-be-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6317410290477546180</id><published>2010-06-18T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:22:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 more months.I don't ask for much, I just want a geniune heart. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6317410290477546180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6317410290477546180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-more-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5222921425175352055</id><published>2010-06-15T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:59:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>停止了前进，我睁开了眼，深呼吸，放肆的呐喊。我脚腕的铁锁链，掌心紧握的锁匙，我始终没把自己解放。第几天？我也忘了。我真的好想勇敢的哭泣。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5222921425175352055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5222921425175352055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6406970515247666933</id><published>2010-04-18T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:59:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dream the impossible.and hold on to that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6406970515247666933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6406970515247666933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5289796897014009465</id><published>2010-04-09T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:45:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm terrified to learn that I'm letting my youth slipped pass me unknowningly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5289796897014009465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5289796897014009465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-terrified-to-learn-that-im-letting.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4158245821554496354</id><published>2010-03-28T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:51:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你对我说再见那天,我学会 爱的不完美.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4158245821554496354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4158245821554496354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5609395200553795626</id><published>2010-03-09T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:10:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" that love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5609395200553795626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5609395200553795626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-love-meant-that-you-care-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8673164281633018538</id><published>2010-03-06T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:43:49.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people read because they are allow to create their own little world.but when the book is closed, everyone gets back to reality.i love to read romance novel because i get to create my own world that place everything in the right order. even happy endings exist in this world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8673164281633018538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8673164281633018538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-read-because-they-are-allow-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1857622377249455071</id><published>2010-02-20T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:46:33.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need a crash course on human management.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1857622377249455071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1857622377249455071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-crash-course-on-human-management.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7088843470838716622</id><published>2010-02-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:44:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this emotion,is barely containable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7088843470838716622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7088843470838716622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-emotion-is-barely-containable.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4415530330395466809</id><published>2010-02-12T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:01:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>闭上眼看 最后那颗,夕阳 美得像一个遗憾.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4415530330395466809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4415530330395466809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3190329370933365419</id><published>2010-02-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:44:09.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life's like a book.i simply don't wanna be read.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3190329370933365419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3190329370933365419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifes-like-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-451193504715798689</id><published>2010-02-07T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:26:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so used to my broken desk that it doesn't bother me anymore.can i say so for the bugs in my life? that if we stay with the bugs long enough, we will be custom to their presence?i still remember how anal i used to be when it comes to tidiness. a small part of me that's rule by the OCD and another part of me rule by the demeaning lazy worm. and now my room is in such a mess. 1 for lazy worm, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/451193504715798689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/451193504715798689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-used-to-my-broken-desk-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7406082643415148087</id><published>2010-02-04T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:46:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to feel posiive about my future :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7406082643415148087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7406082643415148087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-starting-to-feel-posiive-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-9130956124277276978</id><published>2010-01-31T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:48:52.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the ego that i built around myself is slowing breaking down.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/9130956124277276978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/9130956124277276978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/ego-that-i-built-around-myself-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8274821176517775511</id><published>2010-01-30T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:17:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so what now? i'm lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8274821176517775511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8274821176517775511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-what-now-im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1897107249884990060</id><published>2010-01-29T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:54:55.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i've to admit i miss being back in school.damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1897107249884990060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1897107249884990060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-ive-to-admit-i-miss-being-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7203165318716078639</id><published>2010-01-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:14:01.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in need of a face lift.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7203165318716078639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7203165318716078639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-need-of-face-lift.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8057072428859422569</id><published>2010-01-22T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:46:47.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my world is only big enough for myself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8057072428859422569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8057072428859422569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-world-is-only-big-enough-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3870241921849633828</id><published>2010-01-20T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:15:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believed and that's why I'm better then you. goodbye. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3870241921849633828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3870241921849633828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believed-and-thats-why-im-better-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4174779134236645497</id><published>2010-01-13T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:41:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the existence of unicorn is more possible than forever happily after.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4174779134236645497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4174779134236645497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/existence-of-unicorn-is-more-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3865218804815017297</id><published>2010-01-12T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:19:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a broken desk and my fragmented life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3865218804815017297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3865218804815017297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-desk-and-my-fragmented-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2671438752875784210</id><published>2010-01-10T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:49:56.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blistering sun.so let the cold wind blow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2671438752875784210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2671438752875784210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/blistering-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-439166145815796684</id><published>2010-01-07T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:35:20.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i only thought that with the beginning of new year, everything will be better.suck it.things only get better if you make it to be. it doesn't matter if its a new year, a new month, or a new week; if i wanna get my future back, i will make it happen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/439166145815796684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/439166145815796684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-only-thought-that-with-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1936574290882787757</id><published>2009-12-22T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:37:37.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1936574290882787757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1936574290882787757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-to-tell-your-mind-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6336887825319848923</id><published>2009-12-22T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:25:26.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this uphill battle, i'm not prepare to lose.but maybe i already had.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6336887825319848923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6336887825319848923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-uphill-battle-im-not-prepare-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5206962827566323690</id><published>2009-12-19T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:34:32.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my defense is only paper thin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5206962827566323690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5206962827566323690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-defense-is-only-paper-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4319072255170235584</id><published>2009-11-15T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:38:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired of playing games. and tired of hiding from you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4319072255170235584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4319072255170235584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-of-playing-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2659466126936931365</id><published>2009-09-22T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:13:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quoted from Josiah's blog."After awhile you learn the subtle differenceBetween holding a hand and chaining a soul.And you learn that love doesn't mean leaningAnd company doesn't mean security.And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contractsAnd presents aren't promises,And you begin to accept your defeatsWith your head held high and your eyes wide open.With the grace of a woman, not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2659466126936931365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2659466126936931365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/09/quoted-from-josiahs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8781796824908763411</id><published>2009-09-08T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:37:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so what if it hurts me,so what if i break down,so what if this world just throws me off the edge,my feet run out of ground.i gotta find my place,i wanna hear my sound,dont care about other pain in front of me;cause i'm just trying be happy,just wanna be happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8781796824908763411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8781796824908763411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-what-if-it-hurts-me-so-what-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1100452154420694683</id><published>2009-09-07T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:38:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>越挣扎却摔得更重.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1100452154420694683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1100452154420694683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-318628714605617571</id><published>2009-09-07T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:23:32.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a church service is basically aerobics in slow motion. u have to get up, get down, come forward, and turn around, all to background music, with a kind of mr motivator figure infront. isn't that cool? now people can get free aerobics work-out simply by attending church.awesome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/318628714605617571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/318628714605617571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/09/church-service-is-basically-aerobics-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1740331765284897561</id><published>2009-08-31T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:58:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people are born distanced.and this gets other people hooked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1740331765284897561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1740331765284897561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-people-are-born-distanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5213283226204235668</id><published>2009-08-08T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:03:41.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a burning match stick.like love.started off passionately, burning intensively. sparks flew.but before u know it,ur fingers' are burnt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5213283226204235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5213283226204235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/08/burning-match-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8883576090501479389</id><published>2009-08-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:04:56.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its hard to walk away with your pride thrashed and swallowed. but at least i walked away free.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8883576090501479389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8883576090501479389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hard-to-walk-away-with-your-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7785932952076132162</id><published>2009-07-12T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:55:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>insomnia isn't all bad when it gives you the reason to take off those dancing shoes and replaced it with my worn out track shoes at 4 in the morning.it was cold, and noisy. but it amazingly easy to just throw yourself away and escape. takes your mind off everything and anything, and just keep running. running and being drunk at the same time is wrong; but its like having sex and eating Carl's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7785932952076132162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7785932952076132162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomnia-isnt-all-bad-when-it-gives-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2265020682326970640</id><published>2009-06-09T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:10:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 random facts.#1 : i get rashes from eating mango (@ my left arm) and from eating mangosteen (@ my lower jaw) if i had it in huge quantities.#2 : i used to hate being so tall cause all my friends were short. #3 : i wanted to be an astronaut when i was younger but the dream was shot down by my tuition teacher when she laughed at it after i told her. bitch.#4 : i like captain america more then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2265020682326970640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2265020682326970640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-random-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1738691336192178277</id><published>2009-06-02T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:54:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>worst day.worst start of the month.and i dream of my dad dying abruptly.i hate june.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1738691336192178277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1738691336192178277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/06/worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1010604370928775892</id><published>2009-05-31T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:05:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello sunny sunday.i woke up having the feeling that i was being washed up ashore after surviving a shipwreck. tired and definitely lost. and a split headache to make thing worse. i had this surprising long talk with J. over the phone last night, and i realized knowing J. for so long, its the first time i called him up. and of course what would we do if life's without some dramatic episodes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1010604370928775892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1010604370928775892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-sunny-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6255394428071798582</id><published>2009-05-27T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:21:37.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>twitter me.tweet tweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6255394428071798582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6255394428071798582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4328122163052318821</id><published>2009-05-01T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:09:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i happened to chance upon this series of humorous animated short films on "Saving the Planet". i dare say the animator is a genius!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4328122163052318821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4328122163052318821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-happened-to-chance-upon-this-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8766652824943545551</id><published>2009-04-29T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:18:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had this "slight" over-size friend who, recently happened to catch a flu.so there's this afternoon, while talking to me with his cigarette in between his fingers, he cursed after his sneeze "damn, might as well as give me swine flu."and i laughed. for one i didn't know the existence of swine flu yet, and second, he's much a swine sometimes.i bet channel 5 is going to have another series of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8766652824943545551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8766652824943545551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-this-slight-over-size-friend-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4740105086599882792</id><published>2009-04-25T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:53:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello sunny morning.its been a hectic month and i'm glad its gone. exams were over before i started panicking, and holidays arrived before i unpacked my pencil case from my bag.there's so many things that happened from day to day, but its so hard to remember exactly where and when did it happened? and sometimes u blame yourself for repeated mistakes cause of our poor memories. recently one of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4740105086599882792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4740105086599882792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-sunny-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-300452447658922320</id><published>2009-02-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:52:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love being around you.You make it easy as easy as 1 2 3 4.There's only one thing two do, three words four you.I love you.There's only one way two say those three words,and that's what i'll do.I love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/300452447658922320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/300452447658922320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-being-around-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5785663436487934532</id><published>2009-02-06T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:38:05.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone once told me, that the creator, at the very beginning only molded one kind of human. its only because the creator needed to know what the humans were thinking, the creator brought alive this group of humans known as the "Sayer". the "Sayer" were very vocal people, they filled the once empty earth with laughter and joy. The creator savored the excitement that flooded across the land.but a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5785663436487934532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5785663436487934532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone-once-told-me-that-creator-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3789472212162061507</id><published>2008-12-28T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:22:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里梦想中 属於我们的婚礼却成了 单人结婚进行曲在这场爱情角力的拔河里爱我还是爱你你选择了自己 撒娇的 可爱的迷人的 爱哭的照片里 曾经的 都是你喜欢的如今我还在原地你却走回你的记忆你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我你说我给你太多 却不能给我什麽分不清激情承诺永恒或迷惑爱情是一道伤口 我们各自苦痛沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里梦想中 属於我们的婚礼安静了 在我枕边的梦里我知道相爱原本就不容易爱不是一加一努力就有结局撒娇的 可爱的迷人的 爱哭的照片里 曾经的 都是你喜欢的 脸颊的泪还温热却没有人握我的手你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我你说我给你太多 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3789472212162061507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3789472212162061507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4281960095198817375</id><published>2008-12-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:00:00.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>light up.happy birthday to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4281960095198817375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4281960095198817375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-up_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8758078436602480326</id><published>2008-11-29T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:11:21.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>为什麽你带我走过最难忘的旅行然後留下最痛的纪念品</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8758078436602480326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8758078436602480326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1517591250201955321</id><published>2008-11-28T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:12:03.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she's just amazing.in every way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1517591250201955321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1517591250201955321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-just-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6373931631006525935</id><published>2008-11-26T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:25:25.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eric. mabel. daryl. jeremy. me.this is half of my dream. we'll be there for a different purpose next year.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6373931631006525935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6373931631006525935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/eric.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2068183660123563200</id><published>2008-11-24T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:51:40.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i'm not in this alone.this will not be a dream, but our reality.every yes takes us one step closer.so don't shoot down my dream. please don't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2068183660123563200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2068183660123563200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-im-not-in-this-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1256801907871040264</id><published>2008-11-22T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:45:15.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mummy was bragging to me how much she saved over a pack of bean sprout during lunch time.haha.she tickles me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1256801907871040264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1256801907871040264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mummy-was-bragging-to-me-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1085039847608696067</id><published>2008-11-18T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:44:30.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is fucking funny shit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1085039847608696067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1085039847608696067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-fucking-funny-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5547323627591489003</id><published>2008-11-13T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:28:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i'm the freaking government,i WILL make sure everyone in the gym puts on deodorant. or even better,i'll invent this disco ball look-a-like detector that generate enough current to zap anyone that smells like a dung.period.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5547323627591489003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5547323627591489003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-im-freaking-government-i-will-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6750643074767356386</id><published>2008-11-06T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:52:08.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's paint a scenario.i live in a world of whites. carefree and strictly no boundaries. and u, some of u, live in the world of, let say red. paranoid and highly uptight.i welcome anyone to join me in my world. cause we, who live in the whites are not discriminator. we don't live based on a set of stupid rules or a "who-knows-where-this-freaking-book-of-knowledge-comes-from"; we just live the way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6750643074767356386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6750643074767356386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-paint-scenario.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1154740918892230785</id><published>2008-11-04T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:37:06.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after all, I'm no more than a substitute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1154740918892230785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1154740918892230785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-all-im-no-more-than-substitute.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-905992643997027159</id><published>2008-11-01T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:43:18.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. read on."What is your occupation? I would've guessed interior decorator.You sure make this place seem a lot nicer.""If I were to ask you for sex, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?""Ya know, you look really hot! You must be real reason for global warming.""If i flip this coin, what are the chances of me getting head?""There is something wrong with my cell phone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/905992643997027159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/905992643997027159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7888069697378965966</id><published>2008-10-05T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:37:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>promises are like growing trees. they grow up strong and quickly in the spring. they make everything more beautiful. and soon, the leaves will rassle in the summer breeze. singing the angel's melody and surprising you occasionally.but a walk in the park never stays the same, trees start to shed and leaves rain across your dimmed path.and the next snap you hear is the cracking of thin ice under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7888069697378965966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7888069697378965966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/10/promises-are-like-growing-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-5979754150034712964</id><published>2008-09-12T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:11:47.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and it takes no time to fall in lovebut it takes you years to know what love isit takes some fears to make you trustit takes those tears to make it rustit takes the dust to have it polished---who can ever disagree?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5979754150034712964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/5979754150034712964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-it-takes-no-time-to-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7717155710415997610</id><published>2008-08-21T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:50:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. you know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end.but then again, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7717155710415997610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7717155710415997610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-wants-to-admit-to-this-but-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2514579744804149525</id><published>2008-08-09T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:00:45.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never know throwing away a spoilt watch that i treasure alot was that difficult.i never expect that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2514579744804149525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2514579744804149525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-never-know-throwing-away-spoilt-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7170684757917938675</id><published>2008-08-07T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:40:38.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if only, every time i think about you, a flower blossom, i will have a garden.if only, every time i miss your smile, a star shines, the night will be as bright as the day.and if only, every time i miss your hug, i cuddle my pillow, i'll be on my bed forever. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7170684757917938675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7170684757917938675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only-every-time-i-think-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7895488457599662467</id><published>2008-07-28T06:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:51:27.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i could only run. as fast as my legs allow me to.i shivered. and i am really scared. terrified.across the greens and far beyond the blues. from what i saw and what i heard. and to the new found meaning of true friends. to keep each other's dirty laundry. basket and basket of them. so much that reality slapped me hard, and forced me to run away. am i being stupid to run away?or am i running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7895488457599662467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7895488457599662467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-could-only-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-925244064895714593</id><published>2008-06-25T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:56:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It started out as a feelingWhich then grew into a hopeWhich then turned into a quiet thoughtWhich then turned into a quiet wordAnd then that word grew louder and louder'Til it was a battle cryI'll come backWhen you call meNo need to say goodbye-i'm ready for the race.and also, for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/925244064895714593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/925244064895714593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-started-out-as-feeling-which-then_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1714389772936998668</id><published>2008-06-06T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:56:17.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was randomly mentioning about countries to visit when i get older to my aunt, and she    brought up this place that once i was so fascinated by it but was buried in my memories over time, the Arctic.not for the polar bears, but because of the majestic view of the Aurora.the second most beautiful natural phenomenon to occur, (and of cause the first is giving birth to life)but she also said that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1714389772936998668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1714389772936998668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-randomly-mentioning-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1460736511367500282</id><published>2008-05-28T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:33:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just wanna run and hide. to nowhere, and keep my heart in a box.and maybe buried at the rainbow's end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1460736511367500282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1460736511367500282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-wanna-run-and-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2537213685262827661</id><published>2008-05-20T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:41:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Another turning point;a fork stuck in the road.Time grabs you by the wrist;directs you where to go.So make the best of this testand don't ask why.It's not a questionbut a lesson learned in time.It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life." i was planning for the upcoming race, and with a twist, memories brought me back to last year regatta.the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2537213685262827661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2537213685262827661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-570335699675575354</id><published>2008-05-15T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:45:58.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it took a glass of white wine to knock some sense into me.but it took just another white to knock it out.every night should be like this. my life is too short to be sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/570335699675575354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/570335699675575354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-took-glass-of-white-wine-to-knock.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4631153896135538499</id><published>2008-05-03T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:43:38.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a WerewolfYou're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky.You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster.Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural.Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into natureYour greatest weakness: Lack of self controlYou play well with: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4631153896135538499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4631153896135538499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-werewolf-youre-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-894397539138446937</id><published>2008-04-23T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:44:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone close once said,"if you had one leg in the past, and one leg in the future, you're gonna shit on today"and so in response to that,someone somehow close to me shouted,"so, fuck ALL!"and i laughed wholeheartedly to that.---"LIVE LOUD AND LIVE PROUD."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/894397539138446937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/894397539138446937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-close-once-said-if-you-had-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3104104422738261708</id><published>2008-04-21T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:18:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up with pretty much smoke coming out of my nostril. so much anger. i sat up, staring at my blinds, i swear i could break a baseball bat at that very moment.and no, it is not because i dreamt about the endless biosynthesis or the stuffy thermodynamics theories. but it is because i dreamt about me being back in army once again.ARMY.how ear-screeching is that. it is like someone clawing up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3104104422738261708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3104104422738261708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-woke-up-with-pretty-much-smoke-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3354099333157561097</id><published>2008-04-11T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:27:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIRGO MAN Time is precious for Virgo man and if you make him wait, he will consider that as an insult. He hates to hear criticism and hates to be criticize. If he is criticizing other people, then he must be influenced by other Zodiac. He is and he likes to be a perfectionist. He always think he is doing the right and appropriate thing , and often he thinks he makes no mistake. He is a bright guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3354099333157561097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3354099333157561097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/04/virgo-man-time-is-precious-for-virgo.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4070060517826345288</id><published>2008-03-13T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:41:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you look me in the eyes,And tell me that you love me.Every thing's alright,When you're right here by my side.When you look me in the eyes,I catch a glimpse of heaven.I find my paradise,When you look me in the eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4070060517826345288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4070060517826345288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-look-me-in-eyes-and-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7884003137428682791</id><published>2008-02-23T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:21:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ignorance is certainly bliss.how i wish i can forget what i've saw and put on that smile you gave me.but i can't.i wouldn't feel the disappointment if i never look at your friendster.maybe some people are meant to run wild and free, and never to be tied down.and maybe you are one of those.i'm sorry but i'm really tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7884003137428682791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7884003137428682791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/02/ignorance-is-certainly-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3169301391245307141</id><published>2008-02-15T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:59:27.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so the little girl took her star out for a little walk again.it was really dark and the wind was so cold, so cold that tears dried up immediately once they left the corners of her eyes.she walked up the hill,slowly. never once turn back to look at her star; and the little star followed closely behind her, never dare to go beside her."you will go home soon, to the place where u truly belong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3169301391245307141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3169301391245307141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-little-girl-took-her-star-out_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8321921241310903391</id><published>2008-02-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:07:04.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and once again i was in line. patiently waiting for my turn again. maybe i should slowly adjust to this. or maybe i should quit the queue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8321921241310903391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8321921241310903391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-once-again-i-was-in-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7205243419365777772</id><published>2008-01-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:09:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i drifted.i saw the updated list of my dragon boat team after weeks of finalizing. i was excited. but i scrolled up and down, up again, and thought something was amiss. some familiar names were gone. i went blank.i've been told so many times, that the only constant is changes. "changes for the better" you said.but more then often, i let myself escaped from reality and pretend everything is still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7205243419365777772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7205243419365777772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-drifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-7048460898782719467</id><published>2008-01-02T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:51:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone once told me that the sun and the moon were once living happily together, and all other celestial bodies were envy of their devotions. but years passed, and the sun got brighter and brighter while the moon stay dull.even thou the moon still loves the sun, but the moon start to get very insecure. and words started to spread from stars to stars, that the sun would be better off with another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7048460898782719467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/7048460898782719467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-once-told-me-that-sun-and-moon_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6963537521295512442</id><published>2007-12-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:07:10.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When You Believe. my current ear wax. it may doesn't sound that great initially, but i swear it will grow  on you, even the looks. and he's only 16.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6963537521295512442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6963537521295512442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2994695777807970009</id><published>2007-12-04T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:23:38.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so i thot i would be able to rely on my rubik's cube for entertainment while my ipod is gone.but amazingly, i solved it within 1 hour, and now 30 minutes. blah. i need to do something beside sleeping on bus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2994695777807970009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2994695777807970009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-so-i-thot-i-would-be-able-to-rely.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1240980164428645950</id><published>2007-12-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:38:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so its gone. only after 3 months.my ipod is spoilt. thanks to mum. thanks alot.=(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1240980164428645950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1240980164428645950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-so-its-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1394009869519418035</id><published>2007-11-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:59:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no need to weep, for do you not know, that dragon warriors never sleep.turn your sorrows, brothers, into mighty war cries.no longer in your sight, your brothers be, true dragon warriors they've become, for all to see. not for money, nor for fame, but with my brothers, other dragons do we tame. our hearts beat, our hearts pound, we live for the moment, to hear the war drums sound. drive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1394009869519418035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1394009869519418035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-is-no-need-to-weep-for-do-you-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-2289303952318599734</id><published>2007-11-29T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:30:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some goodbyes are harder to say. and some, are never meant to be said.it was only during my exam this evening that i realised tomorrow will be the cremation. and i stared blankly through the window panels, watching the rain drops pelted down. i secretly hoped that tomorrow never comes. and we'll all wake up to realise it was just another nightmare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2289303952318599734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/2289303952318599734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-goodbyes-are-harder-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-346304520454653221</id><published>2007-11-26T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:52:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=) maybao-lilywong says:wan bao and shinmin are just damn tabloid laweiyin says:u 2 waitweiyin says:i should show u 2 wad a moron had saidweiyin says:read already.. i feel like smacking the guy Derrick J ™ says:oh.Derrick J ™ says:i will slap him with my slippers if i see himweiyin says:http://www.sgforums.com/?action=thread_display&amp;thread_id=293365weiyin says:read till this guy who post.. weiyin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/346304520454653221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/346304520454653221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybao-lilywong-says-wan-bao-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-9023516240666126159</id><published>2007-11-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:36:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so we all know life's unpredictable. people come and go, literally. i know we're only strangers, but strangers brought together by the same passion. i hope they're somewhere better off than here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/9023516240666126159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/9023516240666126159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-we-all-know-lifes-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8290435209850282996</id><published>2007-11-21T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:13:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>real facts #92 "fish can drown."this is fucking funny. i hearts Snapple =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8290435209850282996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8290435209850282996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-facts-92-fish-can-drown.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3542993855322191372</id><published>2007-11-15T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:00:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, September 27, 20066:22 PM"people should learn to relax.  otherwise, more then often, they will break down,  and cry.  but its alright.  they just gotta learn to pick themselves up. "it has never been easy to lead, and never will be. everyone will have their bumpy journey along the way, but whether it break or make you, it soley depend on you. "and he grab the polo ball, spring and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3542993855322191372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3542993855322191372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-september-27-2006-622-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3399947589696798604</id><published>2007-11-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:20:55.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>我很渴望我能唱出我的心声.可惜,人以散,天以暗.我只坐于台下,月伴里,哭出我的心声.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3399947589696798604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3399947589696798604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3038573947459908003</id><published>2007-11-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:00:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And sometimes when we touchThe honesty's too muchAnd I have to close my eyes and hideI wanna hold you 'til I die'Til we both break down and cryI wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsidesdance when November ends. sweet eleven. a day to remember."and you held my hand and whisper to me."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3038573947459908003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3038573947459908003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-sometimes-when-we-touch-honestys.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1658842307379585834</id><published>2007-11-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:55:57.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems surreal to me as i walked down the the memory's lanes of National Museum of Singapore and talks about the future.and as the chandeliers ocsillate under the cascading sunlight through the window plane, that very moment you would hope to stop time, and simply look at each other in the eyes. your hazel brown eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1658842307379585834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1658842307379585834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-seems-surreal-to-me-as-i-walked-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3520614131938674477</id><published>2007-11-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:49:45.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes are smeared.sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3520614131938674477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3520614131938674477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-eyes-are-smeared.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8372814023339911555</id><published>2007-11-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:44:45.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dragon boat. its more than just the paddle and the people and the boat. its more than the hard work and sweat over the weekends.its more than the hard 10 and 5 butts up.its more than winning a medal.its more than the passion, the teamwork and the spirit.its more than the determination.its more than the tears we shed.its more than the friendships that forged over time.dragon boat, these 2 words, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8372814023339911555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8372814023339911555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-boat.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4850604493378671739</id><published>2007-11-02T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:44:02.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i held my paddle up, right in front of me, and asked"are you ready?"*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4850604493378671739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4850604493378671739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-held-my-paddle-up-right-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-4839034835024260499</id><published>2007-10-19T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:35:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a casual conversation with mummy this morning while she was moping my room.telling me how lucky i am to be able to study in university and all, and grumble how bad time was back in her days. so to entertained her, i asked with regards to how far all my aunties studied until.and suddenly, i asked about my dad.she told me my granny had plans for my dad till higher educations, but sadly daddy was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4839034835024260499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/4839034835024260499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/10/casual-conversation-with-mummy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-3679532665722075589</id><published>2007-10-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:53:44.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>would you choose water over wine?the two distinct drinks that stand on the extreme end of polarity axle.water. just something ordinary, a clear liquid that serves no attraction, taken by granted, and even despised on for its blandness. however, everyone needs water. for hydration, for survival. so people need to drink water.wine. the exquisite taste for the socialites. life of any parties. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3679532665722075589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/3679532665722075589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/10/would-you-choose-water-over-wine-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-8003850434337223341</id><published>2007-10-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:11:02.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?if a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain?yet so pleasing the Pain is, so soft is the Dart,that at once it both wounds me, and Tickles my Heart...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8003850434337223341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/8003850434337223341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-loves-sweet-passion-why-does-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-708901919565342506</id><published>2007-10-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:24:30.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Incompatible, it don't matter though'cos someone's bound to hear my crySpeak out if you doYou're not easy to findIs it possible Mr. LoveableIs already in my life?Right in front of meOr maybe you're in disguiseWho doesn't long for someone to holdWho knows how to love you without being toldSomebody tell me why I'm on my ownIf there's a soulmate for everyoneHere we are again, circles never endHow do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/708901919565342506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/708901919565342506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/10/incompatible-it-dont-matter-though-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6949935608136436942</id><published>2007-10-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:20:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was badly intoxicated for the day.lab was unsually slow today, and everywhere i go, i sort of "accidenally" inhaled some weird colored chemicals. and thus, i was unable to differentiate a from A anymore. my headache wasn't helping either. and worse still, i even walked into the ladies! stupefied for the moment. thank god the girl just went laughing insanely while i hide myself in the gents. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6949935608136436942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6949935608136436942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-badly-intoxicated-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-6379435563116886741</id><published>2007-09-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:14:43.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who doesn't enjoy eva Longoria sashaying down the Wisteria Lane. or to watch felicity huffman and teri hatcher gossip about the newly moved in neighbours. who doesn't like to know, or can resist to know about someone else's darkest secrets. its all this anticipation that keeps the viewers glued to the television.thou they could be better off studying for orangic chemistry and doing tutorials...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6379435563116886741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/6379435563116886741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-doesnt-enjoy-eva-longoria-sashaying.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734718.post-1659728189267556486</id><published>2007-09-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:25:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want tonight to stay.with my coke float, cigarettes cookies, big sofa chair and my lappie.if only life is always this good.i suddenly remember the first day i joined dragonboating. one of the sunday, where i met tim and moumou at the kallang train station. i feel so small walking along with these two giants. and once i got on to the boat, everything happened so fast that it was impossible for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1659728189267556486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734718/posts/default/1659728189267556486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junvians.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-tonight-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101557551770807926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
